The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1899-11-30
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mood, and thisparticular Thanks
giving day was noexception to the
rule. SO full, indeed, of reminis-
cent thoughts was he that he fail
ed to notice the subdued air of ex.
citement about his wife. When
the dinner bell at last rang he
took his place dreamily at the ta-
BILE.
"Ah! this is very different from
the old time Thanksgiving days."
he sighed; Greatly, it's enough to
disgust a man with life. Why
even the turkeys are smaller than
they used to be when | was a boy
down in Indiana. We had turkeys
then; why, one of 'em would have
filed the middle of this table,"
"But, Neezer, dear" his wife
said-his name was Ebenezer, and
she called him Neezer for short
''your fathers family was larger,
too. A II pound turkey would be
too much for two people. "
"Ah, it's very well for you to
apologize; you haven't the same
standards of things
naturally grow smaller in Del
aware. Luckily, don 'tcomplain.
Will you have some breast?" He
laid down the carving knife with
a resigned air. Bring me the
hoe" he said. 81 suppose we
have a hoe?"
"Of course we hain't. What
should we do with a hoe in a third
fiat? Isn't the knife sharp?"
81 can manage it: exercise is
good for the appetite. However,
divorces have ensued from slight
er causes"
She tried to smile. eyes, re-
member hearing my Uncle Tom
say that dull knives caused sharp
words. But I'm sure the turkey
is tender Your mother said"
"Mother never saw this one. The
conscience of the butcher ism t
tender, if he says this bird is.
WHAT'S the matter?"
"Oh, Neezer, your mother sent
it for surprise!'
Mr.. Tawker gave a laugh like
that of an amateur actor, "I--er
guessed that the turkey was
from mother, and-ah wanted
to tease you a little. Yes, the
turkeys all right, if | had Il knife
such as my father had. I'll see
the man that sold you this knife
tomorrow; he'd cheat his grand
mother, and I'll tell him so! What
is it now"
ooh, Neezer, | am so sorry!
Your father sent that carving set
with the turkey; it's the one he
always used, and he sharpened it
himself.
"Eat your turkey, Sarah. How
can man enjoy his dinner, with
you talking all the while? Yes,
this is like old times-a real In
diana turkey and a sharp knife to
carve it with. Now, if only Sam
Thompson was here, with his old
fiddle. He used to come over on
holidays and play The Suanee
River until you didn't want to go
to Heaven unless Sam was there,
too. Great guns, what's that"
cts the people in the fiat be-
low They expected company
for dinner, and now | suppose
they are having a little music. F"
"You call that music, do you?
Humph! some city musicians that
know too much to play tunes" "
"Why, that's the 'The Suanee
River now, dear. Where are
you going?"
"F'or the police. If a man
can't have a quiet dinner at home
without that-that squawking, it
is time"
He answered knock at the
door. 1t was the little boy from
the fiat below, saying; "Please,
Mr.. Tawker, pa says won't you
and Mrs. Tawker come down.
Your old friend, Sam Thompson,
from Indiana, is there with his
fiddle, playing The Suanee Riv-
err like he used to, and he knew
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