The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1898-11-18

| 't"' "V''' SUI .''ttN vi tli:tl illttitSt.
IL guess | orter 90" she said. pres
emily; and It, c!incd an urccnt invita-
tion to stay an hev cup of tea, she
| hastily -lonned her shawl and bonnet
and left the house
Poor soul she said to herself. as
she walked homeward; "shc carries it
off WELL but they must bc drctful poor. -
Il wonder what makes Mary Ann
Dawson act SO queer" soliliquized Mrs.
Pettingili, gazing after the retreating
form Of her guest. IL spose it must be
because she's an out-an out old maid"
'Wall. mother. said Deacon Pettin-
Gill ON Thanksgiving morning. II hope
YOU amt goin back on that Goldfish
dinner!
Dear, no, pa, but it is an orft,l queer
dinner. I've half a mind to make an
Indian pudding 10 keep the Goldfish
company"
At that moment there came rous-
inc knock at the door, and Deacon
Pcttingill hurried to admit the early
visitor. 1t was only little Tommy
Tompkins, who lived close by. He had
brought two-quart pail fcranberries.
"Uncle John sent ma a bushel of
cranb' ries,' he said, bashfully; ''an ma
lowed you might like to taste Of 'em,
cause they're Cape Cod cranbries.''
That was reel kind of yer ma; tell
her I'm much obeeged," said Mrs.
Pettingill, as she emptied the pail and
and filled it again with rosy-cheeked
apples. "There! Mebbe yer ma
wouldn't mind hevin' few of our None
suohes; an'I'll fill yer pockets with
butternuts,' she added.
walk right in, Mr.. Gibson; I'm
glad ter see yer" she said, hospitality,
''Pas gone ter meetin but | he'd ter
STAY ter home ter see bout dinner.
wall, I'm in somethn' of Il hurry"
said the farmer, little awhwartlly,
taking big parcel from his wagon as
he spoke. Il was on my way home
from Westbury market, an | jest
thought mebbe you could use this tur-
key | had lett over
"Why, | dunno but what I'll take it
off yer hands, said Mrs. Pettingill
hesi;ating Il little as she remembered
the goldfish dinner.
Il ain askin' yer ter buy it, Miss
Pcttingiil," said the bluff farmer, with
increasing confusion. II wanter yire
it ter yer. couldn't sell it nohow,"
he added IAN it would jest spile."
1T certainly is good of yer said
Mrs. Pettingill, feeling instinctively
that the good man would take it amiss
if she refused his protfcred gift. But
you must let me give you Ike. of our
new cider; it's jest right for drinking"
SO Farmer Gibson rode away with Il
kag of cider in exchange for his turkey.
'Looks as though Id he obleeged to
make Il g'lar Thanksyivin' dinner
anyhow" said Mrs. Pettingill, survey
ing the turkey with some misgiving.
But II see bout it tomorrow. Pa
shall hey his Goldfish dinner. secin' as
he's set his heart on it
Scarcely was the dinner well under
way when there was another knock,
and Leila Graham, the minister little
daughter, made her appearance with 4
basket on her arm.
"Dh, Mrs. PettingiIl," she cried,
eagerly; "grandma sent us some other
very own mncc pies for Thanksgiving,
and mamma wants to know if you
wouldn't accept two Of them with her
love-
"WalI, | never" calculated Mrs
Pettingil.
Il know they're good urged Leila,
"canSc had piece for breakfast"
BLESS your heart, drari", Of course
they &c good. An twas uncommon
kind in your mother. I'lljust fill your
basket with apples and butternuts."
Leila appeared to think she had
m lde very good exchange as she
trippcd gayIy away.
Il hope to goodness there won't no.
body send me no more victualsr' ex-
claimed Mrs. PcttingilI aloud, rs she
surveyed her offerings. Looks as
though I'd hcv ter give party to get
'cm eat up"
Hardly had she finished speaking
when pretty TiIla Graham, who lived
n 'Nt door to Miss Dawson. presented
'tls"It' with heaping dish of hot
d,lyhnlt~.
M "a II was trying Il new recipe"
tn YOU : girl said '.an' she thought
you woul Mt mind her sending You
few, as you was SO busy"
II SWIM. that looks somrthin like"
said the deacon. as he came in.
His wife prulrntlv relraincd from
mentioning the various donations, of
which she had been the recipient. for
although she rcfuS ,d to acknowledge it
to herself, they b gan to weigh rather
heavily on h'r mind. But she con-
gratulltrd herself that rs il was now
past noo2 they wnnI'l probably he al
lowed to dine in p ncs Vain dcluson.
Scared Y were they seated at the t,hle