Blue-grass blade., 1891-12-12
Our Thanksgiving Dinner
Guest.

Our Thanksgiving Dinner
Guest.
| am writing on the
the night Of Thanksgiving day,
in Georgetown. We had the con
ventional orthordox menu for din
ner-turkey and cranberries and
oysters, the Vegetables of the
season and minor entrees, for first
course; then plumb pudding and
sauce, ices and cakes and tropical
fruits for second course.
My wife sent samples of these
out to the neighbors and samples
came from the neighbors to us.
All ofthis was nice and neighborly.
None of us could afford it often,
but as it comes but once a year,
the big pot always goes into the
little one on this occasion.
But the redeeming feature of
the occasion came after we had
retired from the table. My wife
went to the street door, just as a
woman passed by. The woman
had on a dirty old slouch hat
made for a man, and such dang
ling dirty clothes that she would
not have been allowed to appear
on the streets OF some fine cities.
My wife had known her years ago
when We were first married. Her
father was merchant here, and
my wife's father had said to his
daughter that in her shopping she
must patronize that merchant be-
cause he was such a nice old gen.
tleman. A near relative of this
woman was great beauty and
had. married a merchant prince,
and lived and died in great
luxury. My wife asked the
6sn ii she had had any thanks
giving dinner, and she said no.
She|iavited her into dinner. She
weft in and was at the table when
| lid occasion to go into the
dinlng room to look for my hat.
81 was saying to my wife 81 am
much indebted to the Christian
church here, and Mr.. Howe tits
former pastor) was kind to ME
without any ostentatiOn " Her
language and her manners were
those of a lady. She was educated
here at the same college with my
wife; which was then the most
noied by tar in the state of Ken
tucky-nor do | know that there
was any better in the west. This
woman wrote a beautiful hand
and the pittance that she now gets
is for writing letters for the ne
groes.
A few days ago the manager of
the cemetery told me that this
woman had stolen flowers off the
graves there and sold them for
beer.
| have seen this woman stand
ing about in the business houses
here like a man. The people
seem to allow her to do so, because
they recollect what she once was,
and what her nice old father was,
and they pity her, and everybody
seems to have patience with her.
When L had gotten my hat and
started out tor stroll, the first
man l recognized as anybody l
bad ever seen before was riding
in Il nice turnout with a fine horse,
and he had on q fine Overcoat and
looked comfortable and warm.
| have never seen bin to speak
to him since he was a poor boy
nearly twenty-five years ago.
| saw him come into a store a
few days ago. He looked like IA
man who felt that he was tinan-
cially solid, was very dignified in
his mien, and the clerks inquired
most respectfully what they could
do for him.
He is retired saloou-keeper.
Now If | did not tell you earn
estly about this you would say
that is one of these temperance
lecture stories: but it is just as l
saw it, and | could write you a
dozen more worse than this if pos
sible, because they involve horri-
bly, tragical deaths, and they are
about the finest families about
this town.
May be spme of you remember
that | wrote i'll the Blade some
time ago, Il piece called "Wh hat |
can see out of my window" and |
gave list of the fearful things
that had occurred within three
miles of my country home as the
result Of liquor drinking, and ye,
as has frequently been stated in
other papers than the Blade, that
vic.nity is the most distinguished
in the whole country.
! And yet the other day as ole