The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-11-21
Away went the train leayino feminine

W q DuclHCoc hHOt VI IH6 previous udy
at Druggett & Co. S, impossible to I'M
tangle. Possibly that last corn muffin
was a tax on digestion calculated to
produce gloom of spirit.
''She should not have said Nom
senser when suggested locking the
front door,, unused the husband, and
Immediately took an opposite political
view to his companion of the same seat
concerning the election of new Mayor.
Pamela retraced her steps until she
regained the Gothic cottage. This day
before Thanksgiving was to be long
memorable to her, yet it began like all
other mornings. She washed the deli
cate cups and saucers, and put them
up in the china closet, after the most
approved housewifely fashion. Then
she played a Strauss waltz on the grand
piano, which nearly filled the tiny
drawing-room. Afterward she adjust
ed curtains, patted cushions, and how
cred about the plants of the little conserv-
atory, herselfa glowing human blossom.
forit was inseparable to her ideas of duty
at this date to wear cOquettish cap,
decked with scarlet bows, distracting
apron, and red slippers. Valuable
rings flashed on her fingers, while a
pair of diamond solitaires twinkled in
her ears. There were wedding gifts,
together with the grand piano and the
her pretty things, and liked to have
them scattered about. She was re-
hearsing the courses of her Thanks
giving dinner, with the aid of cook
book, when shadow darkened the
window, and tramp looked in on her,
as famished dog scents a larder.
Dull, sodden, brutal and ferocious, ac-
cOrding to the amount of drink accessi-
BILE, here he was, creature preying
on the peaceful country until such time
as frost and snow should drive him to
some city den to plot in darkness, crime
and robbery. Pamela shivered, then
gave him bread and meat. The tramp
received the food with an inarticulate
growl, and slouched away again to
stretch himself on the ground in the
sun at distance from louisville, and
smoke pipe. Pamela played another
Strauss waltz to efface him. The
tramp, swarthy, bearded and unkempt,
with heavy jaw and strong white teeth
like the fangs of wild animal, re-
manned stamped on her mind, like a
phastasm Of the night.
After lunch hustle of preparation
for Thanksgiving pervaded the house.
The guest-chamber was re~arranged,
and windows opened. At two o'clock
Pamela came. downstairs, having I'M
locked the closet of her own room and
taken out bag. This bag contained
the family plate. Soon spoons, forks,
knives, pepper-castors and sugar-sifters
were spread on the dining-table, to-
gether with all those trifes in shining
metal given by friends at a wedding.
There will be work enough to do
tomorrow, so these had better be
frightened bit now," thought Mrs.
limbs.
Just then Bridget announced that a
steamer was passing on the river, with
band of music and soldiers on board.
Steamers gay with flags did not pass
Louisville at every hour Of the day, so
mistress and maid ran to the summer
house to see the excursionists. AS they
emerged from the back door of the cot
tage to gain the summer-house on the
bank, man entered the gate stealth
lily, tried the front door, which was I'M
fastened, and penetrated the house.
Oh, rare chance of thieves! Silver was
outspread temptingly on the dining
table, and the bag from which it had
been taken reposed on a table near st
hand The man glanced around,
listened, swept the silver into the bag,
and departed as he had come. When
mistress and maid returned, the family
plate was gone. They gazed at each
other in speechless CONSERVATION. Was
the front door unfastened? Well, yes,
an hour earlier Pamela had admitted
the Maltese kitten.
Walter limbs was later than usual in
coming home that night. He had
paused to smoke pipe with the poet
of the slate-gray cottage, and their
talk had turned on q tramp lurking
along the hedges with his bundle on a
stick. ''What will become of us, as a
country, if these Migrants are landed
on us by Europe, to be supported or
live by depreciation? Walter had ex-
claimed. ''Could you not a write "a
poem-on the subiect?"
The poet had removed the amber
mouth-piece of his Oriental pipe, and
answered, Il might make a tragedy Of
such theme"
Then Walter had come home and
found the house door so firmly bolted
that he had much ado to enter.
II am glad you remember my
iniunctions, Pamela" he said, briskly.
Pamela looked at the carpet in pale
silence. Bridget peered in the door,
disappeared, and crash of falling
crockery signaled her return to the
kitchen. Condolences froze on Pamela 5
lips. Should she tell the truthp Never
had such a dinner been served in the
Gothic cottage as ON that day before
Thanksgiving. Mr.. limbs raised the
lid of the soup-tureen, with the eager
ness of a hungry man, dipped the ladle
into the milk-thickened oyster stew,
and exclaimed, sharply: '.Take it
away!-this soup is burned. =
81 never left it no more nor five min
utes, asserted Bridget, and sided off
with the tureen, gazing at her master
over her shoulder in such very strange
manner that he might have been war
ranted in believing sudden madness to
to have smitten the household
Pamela played with her spoon. Alas!
it was plated one for everyday use
The chicken was hopelessly raw, the
potatoes We're cold, the apple-pie
scorched to a cinder, with the addition
OF flavor of ashes. Humanity, with
an empty stomach, asserted itself in
the master of the house as he ate a
pickle.
Really, the prospect for Thanksgiv-
ing is lively one, my dear. hope
the banquet may not prove Barme-
cidal feast, after all. / should like a
Polynesian pudding once read about.
The bread-fruit, ripe plantain, taro,
palm or pandanus nut, are rasped,
pounded and baked separately. Then
large tray is filled with cocoanut
milk, kept simmering by popping in
heated stones, and the other ingredi-
ents, fresh from the oven, are added.
Think of cocoanut milk for pudding
Saucers