The San Saba news. [volume] (San Saba, Tex.) 1873-1966, 1888-12-07

~ as sne went about
her daily work, "we're going to have
bad Thanksgiving day. Not but what
one ought to be just as glad and thank
full, whether it rains or shines; but it is
provoking, when one has invited COM
pany from q distance. And Uncle
Lenuel won't driue over from Bayport
with Aunt Rhoda, if it SHOWS; and sue
Starkey can't venture out in a storm,
with her weak chest, and everything
will go wrongw
Toward night, however, the sun
burst triumphantly through the clouds,
lightning up the sombre aisles of the
leadess woods with red CLEANS, and
touching with lines of lurid gold the
edges of the waves that broke sullenly
on Woodford Point
It'll be fine, after ALL" said Mrs.
Elston.
And she burst into little roulades of
song, as she picked over the red Bald
win apples, set away the yellow, earthen
bowl of stewed cranberries, counted the
pies, and looked to see if the turkey
was all plucked and dressed, ready for
the motrow's oven.
For lizzie Elston kept neither cook
nor waitress, but depended on herself
only for all these household details, and
no one understood better the necessity
for careful economy of time.
She had invited ncle Lemuel and
Aunt Rhoda, from Bayport, Miss Starkcy,
her whilom schoolmate, now the teacher
of the nearest district school, and Mr.
and Mrs. Howard, who lived in the cot
tage beyond the sand dunes on the
beach
1t was the first Thanksgiving that
Lizzie had ever kept, and she was de
termined on having it a success.
"But all the preparations were com
plete at last, even down to the counting
of the ancient, fiddle shaped spoons,
that were an heirloom from Lizzie's
grandmother, and the old cups and
plates, some blue-edged, and some COW
cred with impossible landscapes, in the
,sa.1iiost shade of pink-and the young
wife, looking down the road, saw Frank
Elston coming up from the wharf, a
dark silhouette against the red glow of
the sky.
"rli 60 and meet him." she said to
herself.
For Lizzie had not been married long
enough to forget all these graceful mem
cries OF the honeymoon time
Frank Elston, the captain of the little
boat that piled between Bayport Land
ing and the nearest large town, met her
with smile and kiss.
"What have you got in the basket,
Frank7" cried Lizzie, standing on tiptoe
TO peep under the lid of the willow re-
ceptacle that he carried.
''Oranges, pussr said he, with nod
of triumph. ''And some Concord grapes
that were left of our last consignment,
and Bettley let me have 'em cheap"
"Oh, Frank, how nice" exclaimed the
housewife, clapping her hands. at will
be inst what | want TO give color and
decoration to my table. And l baked
the chicken pies to-day after your
mothers recipe, and I'm sure they are
going to be perfectly splendid~
splendid. are theyl" said Elston,
smiling good humoredly at MS excited
little wife. well, Pm glad of that
But, Lizzie, forgot to tell you
"What is it, Frank" with half
startled air.
you're going to nave some company
that you hadn't calculated on, said he.
"Who, Frankl Not Abby Hartei''
mo. It's a wrinkled little old
woman, with a regular little oldfssh-
toned cloak and quilted hood, with a
mob cap under IT, She's waiting at the
Point for her baggage to be unloaded, SO
l thought I'd inst step up and give you
a!word Of warning"
baggage cried Lizzie, in eonster-