, 1889-01-17

| and as her eombre auntie tucked heI
snuRly into q warm bed chat night,
and bade her remember her dreams,
shs thought to herself. 1T is not 80
morning che came down to break fast as RI.
diant as Q full blown rose. She frightened
the whole establishment. Even black
Peter was shining with the new effulgepce
| when he came In bearing plate Of buck.
wheat cakes. He nearly overturned the
n0asses cup In bis left hand with over.
much bowinR. end quite upset Daisy's
| gravity by renarking!
'Happy Thanks.Rum missus!"
II was showing, but Daisy was in peace.
able humor, even vito the westber. Her
lop9 her merry laughter was pchoing from
~all to WALL She was captivated with
her aunty . quiet. lady.like manners, and
pleased with herself for being pleased
She followed first the host, and then the
hostess. from room IN room. from Rarret 10
cellar, and from kitchen to pantry. They
were preparing for Thanksgiving on the
morrow-a Jersey Thi nksrivin0, which
-he had supposed 30 unlike n New Eng.
land Thanksgiving; and yet the pies. and
the puddinas, and the cake were similar
to those at home. There were more tur
keys, however, and no chickenp pie. She
uttered an exclamation of surprise when
her aunty, who was horn and reared in O
Southern state, said she had never made "a
chicken.pie!
"That it ia just what we must have this
year. Cynthia" said Mr.. Benton. DAISY
knows how her grandmother Benton used
to make them, and she and will manu-
facture one together. Won't we dearp"
Eyes, indeed, II You Like responded
Daisy with animation.
''Peterl Petor!' called Mr.. Benton.
Peters dusky face peered in from the
woodshed.
go and kill Lady Jane Grey. Marie
Antonrtte, and Susan b, Anthony. and
bring them here, picked, rs quickly as
possible.
"Yes.ir," said Peter with curious
Rrimace.
1t was not long ere the distinguished
fowls were dressed aud cooked. Then
Daisy mani puated the -four with her own
dainty hands, and her uncle assisted in
the filing of the dish.
"Oh! the hearts. the aristocratic hear to
are not here!" cried Daisy, as Mr.. Benton
went for his wife to see the pie before il
was hidden under the top crust.
Peter was reprimanded for the omission,
and ordered to produce the missing hearts
He was in great trepidation. and declared
he had not seen any. A general search for
them was instituted, but all in vain.
Peters extraordinary discomfeiture di-
verted Daisy, and induced her to persist
in asserting that the pie would be spoiled
witeout them. Finally the "heartless'
Wand was consigned TO the oven. Daisy
pie-0f twenty-five black birds-and,
therefore, fit to offer TO more than one
king.
And it will be offered to king, or
kings" remarked MIR. Benton with face.
tious twinkle of his grey eyes.
"You did not know that we are to have
some kings to dine with us tomorrow, did
you, Daisy?" said Mrs Benton.
There, now, Cynthia. you can't keep a
secret; knew you'd let it out" exclaimed
MIR. Benton.
'You told it yourself" replied the lady.
"a mystery! how delightful! | always
dote on mysteries" said Daisy.
The mystery did not remain mystery
long. Daisy learned that u small dinner
company had been invited for TbanksRiv.
ing day; some near neighbors, MIR. and
Mrs. Whitney, an elderly pair, and Ger.
tain Mrs. King and her son, Fitzgerald
King, The latter was young portrait
painter and had been selected by MIR. and
Mrs. Benton as an excellent match for
their beautiful niece.
Hell make tip-top husband" said
Mrs. Benton to Daisy.
"How lovely!" was the quick response;
IL am on the lookout for 'tip.top' one.
If your hero is a king then | shall be a
queen, suppose. But, oh dear. there is
no heart In our pie! am afraid it 10 a
bad sign"
"That it am" chimed in Peter, doleful-
ty. "a tremenjus bad sign, missus; them
| oh rnlyn url.o lttt hna - ID H.
souble!"
In the laugh that followed Peter disap-
peared and was not seen again until he
came to light the lamps at supper.time.
The evening brought with it ca me of fox
and geese and u batch of riddles, and
Daisv wrote few lines to her father tell
ing him- she was 'having splendid
time."
Thanksgiving day brought fair skies
Daisy fluttered about helping her aunt ar.
range the straight. backed echairs in their
proper places in the great paror aud roll the
paper curtains up half way. Peter went
in the carriage for Mrs. and MIR. King
Daisy tried to obtain glimpse of them
from the window as they alighted. but
was successful. MIR. and Mrs. Whitney
presented to them all Daisy dropped into
seat ,eside Mr. Whitney, who was as
good and genial as he was commonplace,
and who told here that he lived in q little
house at the end Of the lane. where she
must be sure and come every day and
help herself TO apples and nsts; he sale
Silas generally picked out all the best
but he hadut been down this year; ht
said they had NO family except .'olt
Mary" the housekeeper, who Had beer
one OF 'em for Qoin' on forty years, anG
that she (Daisy) might not think much o.
40 many old folks together. but that the
older they grew the better they liked the
young folks.
~ am sure it will be very nice to com.