Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1886-11-27

- eztreme depthsa silver quarter no
. twenty cent piece; it had : smooth
edge-his last reserve fund. This he
placed in the mans hands, quietly tell
ing him what it was for, and that he
trusted him to spend it for that only.
st viii indade, sir," said the father
starting to his feet and clasping Mr..
Brownlow's hand in his own hard one,
which trembled like leat-it was
strange to see that curse. rough beard
ed man tremble fam God bless you sir,
for this. I'll have wor-r k again ter-mor-
rer mornin', sir. If the shower kapes
on"
Two or three children, startled by the
noise, now clustered at the door OF an
adjoining room, where bed had some
how been squeezed in. They gave a
hoarse, unchildlike cry at the sight of
the good things on the table, and then
skunk back slowly, one by one, like
frightened cats.
As our two friends walked briskly
along the whitened sidewalk few min
ntes later, there burdens were much
lighter than when they left tie market.
So much 80, that they soon reached the
Washington st. corner, made good use
of their horse-ca tickets, and in half an
hour they were at home, busily DISCUS
sing the various adventures Of the eve
ming.
Next morning the sun rose bright and
clear. The air was cold, sparkling, de-
icious, and the wind played hide-and-
seek with snow drifts in the best of
humor. Deep, deep blue over head, and
dazzeling white below.
Just like a good, old-fashioned
Thanksgiving day." said Mrs. Brownlow
merrily, as she hustled about the house
after breakfast giving directions to the
little maid of all work, putting things to
nights in the best room, seeing to chickens,
and corned beef and vegetables, and su-
perintending the children's toilets all at
once.
Notwithstanding the years of city life,
she had never neglected by SO much as
single plum in the pudding, the New
England custom she had learned to as
sociate with the day of thanks. Nothing,
therefore, was forgotten to-day. A small
pie for each of the girls was baking in
the oven, ginger bread wonder of con-
struction, which might be either goose
or a cow, according to the way you look
ed at it, was cooling for Bob, the Oldest
boy.
1t was astonishing the display of good
cheer that was made from such scant
supply of materials; really doubt if
you could have mentioned single dish
that you used to have on your grand
fathers table when you were a boy, that
was not represented here; in small guam
titles, to be sure, but genuine, what there
was of it. OF course the chicken had to
be called turkey, but, as Mr.. Brown
low thoughtfully remarked, in comfort
ing the boys, he was so long that you
could hardly tell the difference.
Mrs. Brnwnlow was in the pantry
serving for the twentieth time her stock
of pies with the fork prints in their
brown, faky crusts. when there came
sharp ring at the dor.
'.Dear me, Susan" cried the mistress.
rushing out of the closet, 'can't you go
to the = no, you're all -four. Here,
help me off with this apron, quick!
Who can it be, calling on Thanksgiving
Dayw
The bell rang nervously the second
time, and Mrs. Brownlow hurried to
answer it, rolling her sleeves down as she
went. Upon her opening the door, a
woman on the other side of the street
Immediately stepped in, and poured into
Mrs. Brownlow's sympathetic ear her
story of woe.
She had provided small dinner, just
enough for herself and husband, she
said as her son was away, and no COM
pany was expected, when, to her dismay,
an entire family, consisting of her own
brother, her sister-in-law and their four
children, and q cousin who was visiting
from the west, had appeared upon the
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to the house with the jovisl announce
ment thst they had planned this trip by
way of a little surprise for her, and had
come to the city to spend Thanksgiv-
ing I!
"'Taint that I'm not SO glad to see
'em," the poor woman went on, "but
whatever possessed 'em to choose such
day, don't know. And what on earth
can give 'em for dinner? The stores
are all closed and those four children are
getting jest hungrier an hungrier every
minute"
Its too bad" cried Mrs. Brownlow.
81 know just how you feel. I always
said to John, if I'm going to have sur
prise I want to know it beforehand.
Now about dinner. Perhaps we
could"
Il don't want you to rob youself," in
terrupted the other eagerly. "Only that
you were tellin' me yesterday that you
were goin' to cook up lot of things,
SOS to have 'em cold for two or three
days, an I thought if you could just
spare bite here an and there, to help
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