Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1891-11-26
A LIVELY DINNER.
Young Housekeeper's Trials In Serv-
ing Japanese Fowl.

! though not large was sufficient for most
Of the luxuries of the little world we
We're then living in, we thought the mat
ter well over and came to the conclusion
that as we were not yet poor enough to
run over to London to economize," we
would do the next best thing and take a
small bungalow in Yokohama, and by
moving into it at once be settled in time
for our Thanksgiving dinner.
So it was that five days later found
me, "A girl who had done nothing but
laugh and dance germans, settling a
bungalow and talking Japanese, which
no one could understand, fast and furi-
ously.
After getting settled and securing a
good cook and amah, | turned my
thoughts to our Thanksgiving dinner.
The first thing | tackled were the mince
pies. | wanted them to be good and
well seasoned, if all else failed, which,
indeed, they were. think they were
tested by nearly every officer in our fleet,
each one suggesting bit more brandy
or inst little more cider" until we
had those pies so that one slice was
| uOSe-tWO, sure death.
All went well until the thought occur
red to me that Thanksgiving dinner
without turkey would be almost as
bad as that old saying Of IAN apple pie
without cheese is like a kiss without a
squeeze" Be that rs it may, it did not
help my turkey any,
called in Arakara Maukitchi, my
cook and consulted with him. Neither
of us understanding the other, decided
to go myself to market and see what |
could do.
There disappointment met me on all
| sides, and not a turk could | muster un-
der FIVE dollars. came home and was
making up NV mind that turkeys must
go, when a rapping at my chamber door
and voice saying, miss Cute, All Sam
come makey talky," brought me down
to the level Of everyday existence
opened the door and there was my
old Chinese servant, who had been my
devoted slave for three years, whom |
had taught to read and write in my
spare moments,
There he stood at my door, his pigtail
down to his heels, eyes glistening like
two jet beads and his blue robes hang
ing in graceful folds, and held tenderly
to his heart large, splendid turkey,
which he put on the floor, saying, with
a smile that was childlike and bland:"
"a little pleasant All Sam makey Miss
Cute; catchy market side can do. Mum
Der one turkey. Thanksgiving chow
chow" dinner.
My cares vanished from that moment;
but, alasl shortly to be renewed and my
plans for our little dinner were com
plete. 1t was one week before Thanks
giving, and the dinner" who was fast
becoming II household pet, had but two
more days to live. All was going
smoothly. Six congenial spirits were to
dine with me and for the first time test
my capabilities as II housekeeper.
The day Of execution arrived, but be-
ing obliged to be off all day on a riding
party, gave Cook Sam" the necessary
orders, telling him to be sure to keep
the wings for FANS, and after a sad,
parting caress, started, getting home
very late that night.
Tired and warm and bit stiff, pre-
pared for hot bath, and was about to
go in my dressing room when-the din
ner, in all his tail feathers, appeared,
not as a phantom, but his own dear self,
and the same you-be-darned expression
for waking me up.
To my questions the following morn
I'll | could draw from my cook was
A
No can make kill. Tomorrow
,ro better can do" So, with promises
or the morrow, gave him my menu,
which was to be oysters from Hakodati,
bouillon, tigh Cthe bluefsh of Japan,
patti, turkey, boiled, with oyster sauce;
stupe, salade and mince pie, coffee, creme
de Menthe, etc. | took great pride in
arranging it, and felt very much pleased
with myself when on Thanksgiving my
guests arrived.
A little fire in the drawing room sent
out n warm welcome, and the little din
ing table looked bright and coy, with
its glitter of glass and silver procured
from my friend Matsada, second hand.
My center piece was large, beautiful
pumpkin, scooped out and filled with
branches Of holly, the little red berries
peeping from between the green leaves.
A iollier party never sat down, 5000
miles away from home, to Il Thanksgiv-
ing dinner
All went well, everything tasted deli
cious, bon mots and compliments came
thick and fast; my star was in the as
cendant The bouillon came and went,
ditto the fish, ditto the pate, Then
watt wait that rent my heartstrings
We waited and still we waited. tried
to talk, but words would not come.
tried to giggle, which never failed, but
even that was but a sickly smile.
Suddenly ANAL came in tears, and,
bending to me, whispered into my star
board ear: Very, very sorry, Akasana
no have got turk; too muchy like. Cook
Sam no have fat"
Coull anything be more CHASTITY? 1t
vas amid the shouts and jeers of all
resent that demanded that the turkey
uould be brought in, whether he had
been spoiled in the cooking or not.
sent word to the kitchen to that effect,
and presently our Thanksgiving dinner
walked sedately into the room, spread
ing his tail feathers and gobbling ut us
as he came
And he has kept on gobbling ever
siuce.-Cor. New York Sun,
Unnumbered Mercies.
We have reached the period Of annual
Thanksgiving Let us remember that
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