New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1897-11-21
A SNOWY THANKSGIVING.
By MARIA LOUISE foob'

pne you've got"
Tho woman who spoke was leaning out Oh her
omen kitchen window. She had hastily taken
her apron from its usual place ana now he'u
clutched closely about her head; but 'he WIN
was blowing a lock of gray hair over her eyes
and she was constantly thrusting 1t back Win
a quick moving thin hand.
you don't want to SO as high as an eighteen
FOUNDER. do you?
The man paused as he was about 10 mount
one-horse tipcart He had one hand on the
horses haunch and one on the smart Oh 'he
cart; he put his question over his shoulder.
yes | do too: don't care II It's twenty
FOUNDER. DO you think want a small turkey
for Thanksgiving? / sh'd feel mean as dirt with
a small one
What you goin' to do with It? vow, don't
see how you're goin' to make way with IT
still speaking over his shoulder.
at amt no matter if you don't see; faint
necessary that you should see Adonram Win
sor; en- set n eat 1t. n be thankful that
amt man. n thankfuler still that Amt
got one round" with laugh that rang merrily
on the chill air.
"Certain-ccrtain. You shin have the Junk
inest Teller I've got-bg 'nough for the Presi-
dent"
And now the man climbed into the cart, the
horse moved and the wheels creaked slowly
into the ruts Of the lane that led to the main
road mile distant.
Ruth Avery slammed down the window went
to her stove lifted the lld bethought herself Of
something she had meant to say. ran to the
door which she flung open with bang. and
shouted:
"Adonram! Adoniram Win-sorr'
Mr. Wlnsor's form as he stood erect in the
wabbling cart gave sign that he heard. but
he Immediately began to turn his horse and
then to back him.
you needn't turn round,-I say you needn't
turn round!" shouted Ruth.
"But / want to. I've thought OF something"
was the response.
So the horse retraced his steps. and the cart
joggled behind him.
IT only wanted to say you must save me the
wings" said Ruth There amt anything so
good for sweeping under the stove and in cor
ners the right wing OF turkey
"TIl save EN-" answered Mr.. Winsor.
He descended to the ground and came for
ward. He was very tall, and the army overcoat
he wore was not long enough for him. 1t was
the coat he had worn in the Civil War. 1t was
patched with various colored cloths. and the
bottom was somewhat fringed. The owner Of
1t frequently announced that ne was going to
wear ii as long as two threads held together.
He usually added that blue army coats were
gittin so skerce now that this one made him
quite distinguished, and IL a man could be dis
tnguished as cheap as that he was lucky"
Then he winked one keen blue eye.
Ruth Avery remained standing In the door
way sharp wind came sweeping into the
valley from the hills. and Ruth again huddled
her apron about her head and shoulders.
Wnsor approached and leaned one hand on
the decreasing: with the other he dragged the
long lash of his whip the grass. still green,
by the southern side of the house.
"T say" he began, how en- you eat much
all alone?"
IT amt alone; I've got cat. n dog, n
hens"
"Oh. them don't count"
'Don't they? Well then. IL can't eat It alone
I can throw It away alone Is that what you
came back to ask?"
mo, faint"
Winsor drew his whiplash still faster over
the grass.
WED better go in than to be standn here
with the wind BLOWN through bones" re-
marked Ruth.
ooh. | can't stop. Well. mebbe had better
step inside"
The two went into the kitchen. Ruth sat
down in a chair and Winsor continued to stand.
apparently that he might more conveniently
pull his whiplash through his fingers He bent
his head that ne might look through the un-
curtaned part OF the window.
Think It's gon to snowT' he asked. unex-
pectedly.