Nevada County picayune., 1889-11-27
THE WHITE GOBBLER.

Major Beasley Carter was a we'll known citizen of Northern Alabama He was something of character proud of his lineage, though he could not trace it further back than a few hundred yards. His forefathers, he avowed, were cavaliers, and he often spoke of the great civil war in Eng land.i Indeed, one not acquainted with the history of that conflict and it's "loDg agonies, would suppose that the Major had heard the belch- ing of Divers cannons. He cared nothing for recent political factions, regarding with contempt the Repub- licans and Democrats, but looked with extreme hatred upon the Round heads. To him our civil war was q conflict between the Tory gentlemen and the barebones. Sometimes, upon taking up daily paper (which he knew was much inferior to the old time newsletter sent out from Wills coffee-house) he would say to his wife that he wanted to see if they were still burning witches in New England.
 Zilda Carter. the Majors daughter was declared the handsomest girl in the Limestone neighborhood. She had been liberally educated and of course could not share her father $ absurd views. She did not, however. attempt to argue with him, for she knew that the only unpleasantness that had ever come up between hel parents was caused by q sighting re- mark which her mother had made with regard to Charles the First.
 Just about year ago Zilda was permitted to visit a friend who lived in New York, and, before returning home, she went down into Connect. cut. While in that State she and her friend Ca young lady well known to the family) ate Thanksgiving dinner at a farmhouse.
 When Zilda told her father that she had gone into New England, he frowned; but when, suddenly moved by a bold impulse, she told him that she had eaten Thanksgiving dinner at a Connecticut farmhouse, the old fellow ravcd.
 "You are not a true daughter ,'' he declared. You know that our fam ily has ever turned cold counten. ance upon every patriarchal institu- tion. The -blooded fanatic trieC to destroy our Christmas, and yet you, member of the high-minded class that holds Christmas in endear ment, make confession, as it were, oi nagitious error by giving counten ance to a Thanksgiving Day. l an ashamed of you, and never again car l impose full confidence i'll you.
 'Why, Najorl" said Mrs. Carter weak but sometimes assertive little woman, "the President of our com mon country sets aside the day, anC instead of frowning upon an observ ance of it think it is our duty not tC the Lord, but as good citizens to the President to-
 TO do what?" the Major asked
 "ro observe the day.
 "You think so"' said the Major placing both hands on the table a' though he had his wrath down an' was determined to hold it, 'yo' think we ought to burn old women don't you?''
 No, I don't think that.
 ] "Oh, yes, Sarah, come out nov and acknowledge that you do thinl it. Stand right up now and declar' your principles. Admit that yo' would like to see old Sue Blallene. tied out there to the horse-block am burned up. If you want to take uI contribution to raise money enougl to hire somebody to tie the old wo man, I'll thrown in, l will not hay it said that l have ever stood as q obstruction 10 any enterprise gotte up by wife. Zilda, get the clothes