Arizona republican., 1892-11-20
TWO THANKSGIVINGS

We must be early at church today Aunt Charlotte, said Dorothy. "I have promised to play the organ, and would not be late for anything"
 What beautiful Thanksgiving day it isl" she continued. when she had left the table and put back the curtain from the window. How fine the sleighing will bel''
 AS she spoke, jingling of bells was heard without, and sleigh glided rap idly across the white lawn.
 1t is Bert Darricote, auntie," said Dorothy, looking out at the handsome young man, who sprang out of the sleigh at the steps.
 "l have come to take you to church. Dorothy" called out Bert to her as she threw up the sash, letting in the crisp air, which blew her fair curls in sweet confusion about her fair, pretty face.
 'l know you would not for worlds miss the opportunity to exhibit your skill at manipulating the worries today the young man continued, as he came and stood under the window and looked up into the bright face above him.
 ''l am so very glad you came, Bert, " said Aunt Charlotte coming up behind Dorothy. "This child has been hurry ing mo all morning, and a housekeeper must needs look well to the ways of her household, particularly when her pastor and his wife are to take dinner with her."
 Just wait a moment, Bert, said Dor othy, land l shall be ready. Do not keep auntie standing here talking to you, though. Sheis all impatience to explore the mysteries of cellar and closet to see if perchance she can discover some del- icacy to tickle the palate of Brother Mallory today"
 She looked very beautiful to the young man when she came down to him.
 "Isn't the road fine, and isn't the air crisp, and doesn't Selim travel we'll to- day, BertT' asked Dorothy loQuaciously when they were seated in the sleigh and were skimming over the smooth, hard packed snow.
 What makes you so quiet, Bert?" she asked, astonished at the happy fellows unwonted silence.
 Perhaps it is because have 20 much to tell you, and hardly know where to begin" answered Bert solemnly.
 Do you know, Dorothy, am twenty one years old tomorrowT'
 "Twenty-one? Yes, you are, and am eighteen. And yet-how short a time it seems since we were little children; since we used to go coasting down Dob sons hill. Do you remember the time, Bert, when Tom Arnold asked me to try one trip down on his sled and the thing came all to pieces and went tumbling down and sprained my ankle2 Oh, how furious you did getl Don't you know? You pummeled Toms big head till you split your gloves and your knuckles, too. l believe, for they looked very red when you were dragging me home."
 Do you remember all that" said Bert. ''I thought you must have for gotten it from the way you were smiling at Arnold the other night at choir prac- tice."
 "Why, Bert, how could he help the sled's coming to pieces?" asked Dorothy laughingly. "I see you are as unreason- able as ever"
 Well, it's mans business to take care of q woman, even in little things, and when fellows even indirectly the cause of girls coming to grief in any way think he deserves to be demol- ished," said Bert unreasonably. But this is not what I wanted to say, Doro- thy. As told you, am twenty-one now, and father has given me the junior in the bank, and-and-you know how love you-how have al- ways loved you, dear, and want you to be my wife"
 The young fellow wound up abruptly, hastily, looking lovingly into the sweet face beside him.
 The sleigh sped smoothly on, the horses feet resounding upon the bridge they were just crossing.
 Wont you speak to me, Dorothy?" Bert said, almost pleadingly. "You must know that l love you, and now l am able to take care of you, dear, if you will only trust yourself to me, no harm shalP'-
 Bump! The runners of the sleigh struck board at the end of the bridge, there was cracking, a creaking, the horse bounded forward and Bert and