The Dawson journal., 1883-01-11

pared notes over drlpping-pans,
sauce-pans and pipkins in the
kitchen.
Dinner was to be early, 50 that
the two Draper boys who were
employed upon the railroad that
cut in twain the broad acres of
their fathers farm could be back
at the station at train time in the
afternoon.
Aunt GATHERINGS lovely daugh-
tiers helping their pretty cousin
Jennie to set the table, of course,
and they managed slyly to have
one plate and one chair too many,
and by great deal OF vancouver
In seating the company, this plate
and chair were left beside Jennie
for the long-expected beau.
"He hasn't come yet, and that
isn't the worst of til hope he
never WILL" said farmer Draper,
looking affectionately across the
table at his daughter as he bowed
his head to ask the blessing.
q believe he is coming now,
uncle; l really do" exclaimed
Louise the moment the good far
mer had ro-opened his eyes, and
sure enough, as they looked out of
the window they saw a stoutly-
built young man bravely breasting
the storm, yet showing a certain
WEAKNESS as he walked along the
slippery way.
The weather had changed again
by this time, and the air was full
Of great feathery flakes, as if all
the feathers Of all the fowls that
graced that days dinner in New
England had been cast to the foul
winds.
Gle is coming imp "No he is
going by p Yes, he has decided to
calil' as the young man, who was
evidently stranger, looked again
at the polished windows that even
ON the outside gave a hint Of
warmth and good cheer within.
'Bow-wow-wow" barked Pinch
ers the house-dog, in decidedly
equivocal welcome, especially
when taking into consideration
his huge proportion and savage
air, and the stranger was turning
away IS the piazza door opened
and John called OUT
"Down, Princhers, down! Come
in, come in, sir, out Of the storm!
i tanks yer" said the stranger,
giving his hat and coat shake,
thus divesting them OF their bur
den Of snow, and following John
directly unto the dinning-room,
and with a graceful bow to the
company, seating himself by the
fire.
We we're expecting YOU" said
John, eve have the table set
for you as you may see. Sit right
up"
eyes, yes" assented farmer
Draper; sit right up, you are
cold and tired, of course, but that
isn't ibe worst Of it, you must be
hungry, too. You can get warm
and rested and filed at the table"
Louise, to carry on the joke, and
to treat Jennie's long-expected
beau with due cordially, pushed
back the vacant chair, and Jennie,
not to be out-done, glancing up
and seeing a comedy, neatly-dress-
ed young man at her elbow, gave
him one of her sweetest smiles,
motioned him to the seat beside
her and passed his plate to her
father to be helpea.
The stranger evidently under
stood very little of all The merry
talk going on around the board,
but he sat down in the proffared
chan, bowed his head for mo-
ment as if invoking a silent bless
ing, and then proceeded with his
meal.
you hat large family" he said
presently to the farmer, carefully
studying his words, "apd you haf
much meat" looking around with
evident establishment at the groan-
ing table, for Mother Draper and
Aunt Catherine hehl to the old
fashion that everything belong
ing to the Thanksgiving dinner
must he on the table before the
family were seated.
1--WE don't live like this right