Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1884-11-21
MISS LUCINDA'S BROOCH
How 1t Was Lost and Found-A
Valuable Reward.

How 1t Was Lost and Found-A
Valuable Reward.
1t was the day before Thanksgiving
In the kitchen of the Graham farm
house great preparations were going ON
for to-morrow's feast, for all the Gra-
hams and their relatives, and many of
the neighbors were coming to eat
Thanksgiving dinner there, and Aunt
Susan, as every body called Mrs. Gra-
ham, was one of those hospitable wom-
en- who can never do enough for her
visitors. Already on hepantry shelves
great loaves of cake were ranged, send
ing out tempting odors to tantalize the
children who kept hanging about the
door, for glimpse of the good things.
And pies, too, cranberry and mince,
and doughnuts looking as if they We're
fairly aching to be eaten, and goodness
knows there were mouths aching to eat
them. "Oh, myr' cried Johnny, more
than once, ''don't they look nicep l
wish it was tomorrow now, don't you,
Ruthp It's an awful long time to wait
/ don't mean to eat another thing till
tomorrow"
''Yes, they do look NICE" said Ruth.
"It took me all yesterday forenoon to
stone raisins for the cakes, and didn't
eat hardly any, either Aunt Lucinda
says she knows she never made nicer
cakes in all her life. l don't know
which looks incest, the cakes or the
pies. guess they're both good"
ssIfH liEn tp try .farn >, III
Johnny. "An' tell you what, the tur-
key will be just boss, for he S fat as but
tern
''It seems most wicked to kill him, ~
said tender-hearted little Ruth. ~
don't b'leeve he'd have had such an ap-
petite if he'd only known what was GO
ing to be done with him.
But turkeys was made to eat" said
Johnny, whose appetite did away with
all tender qualms of conscience.
Aunt Lucinda was Sitting pumpkin
for pies. 1t had been stewed the day be-
fore, but the pies had not been baked
because Mrs. Graham held firmly to the
belief that pumpkin pies were never al
their best three days after making,
'You make them to-day, an I'll tend
to the rest o. the work" she said.
Use all the eggs an cream you
want, Lucindy. j never knew anybody
who could beat yGl maxim pumpkin
pies. You've go-Als the knack, some
how. / remember how Jack Stansbury
used to say he'd like to live on 'em.
Poor Jack! L wonder what's become
of him.
Lucinda was thinking of Jack, as she
forced the fragrant yellow pumpkin
through the cullender. Jack had been
her lover, years ago. Everybody had
thought " it would be match" She
had often thought so, and so had Jack.
But often in this world things go wrong
or anyway different from what we
plan or expect-and lovers quarrel
had parted the paths which should have
merged into each other, and Jack had
gone away and for years nothing had
been heard of him. He might be dead,
Lucinda thought, and am quite sure a
tear fell into the pumpkin, and perhaps
it was that which gave the pies such a
rich, delicious flavor on the morrow.
Who knowsp
Like most lovers quarrels, this one
had been about nothing in particular.
She often told herself that she had been
most to blame. But She had been too
proud-or stubborn-to say that when
Jack and she talked the matter over,
and so they separated, loving each other
the same as ever, and he had seemed to
drop out of existence. Poor Lucinda
Her heart was sore yet with its old sor-
row, but she had borne it bravely, and
hidden 1t from curious eyes by pleas
ant face. IF she is an old maid the
neighbors said, ''she's as handsome as
most girls. 1t was allus nat'ral for the
Grahams to keep their good looks"
Busy with thoughts of the past, she
sifted her pumpkin, and beat eggs and
cream together, and made the savory
filling for her pies.
''Theren she said, as the clock struck
noon, .'they're all ready for the oven. Il
you're going to see to the baking o.
them, III GO and fix things in the par
lor. Susan"
She went up to her room to wash hei
hands and comb her hair before she be-
gan the task of fixing things" in the
''square-room," as good old Deacon
Graham always called it. AS she stood
before the glass, she discovered that hel
brooch was gone.
Dear me! what if I've lost itP" sh,
exclaimed sit must be somewher,
about the kitchen. I'll run right dow
andsee.h
Lucinda's brooch was an heirloom In
the Graham family. 1t was an old-fash
ioned thing of gold that may have com
over in the Mayfower. She had hear,
grandmother Graham say that it wa
old when it came to her. Because Of It
age, and because it had been given :
her by her mother in her last sickness
Lucinda priced it very much. She a
ways wore it. "She felt lost without,
she said.
The brooch was not to be found in th
kitchen. The house was searched thoI
oughly. But in vain.
"Dear meI' said Lucinda, with tear
in her eyes, "What can have become {
itp haven't been out of the yard to
day. and knotO / had it on when
washed the breakfast dishes. ] mus
have dropped it, and somebody stole i
Maybe the Ruggles children found /
They were here, and two or'three ott
ers. remember wish you'd run owe
and inquire Of all of them, Johnny. L.
give you handful of doughnuts if yo
will
ITS bargain" declared Johnn,
and set out at once ON his errand. Bl
he came back without the brooch, Il
stead he brought Q bloody nose,