Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1900-11-26
TWO Thanksgivinqs.

Miss Rose, Mr.. Burton is in the
drawing room waiting to see you," an
nounced the servant girl to Miss Rose
Hamilton one Thanksgiving day.
"All right, Mary, I'll be right down."
answered Rose, hastily putting the fin
tshing touches to her toilet in rather
nervous manner. so different from her
usual calm and sedate way. At the
same time happy smile played
around her mouth and the roses stole
INTO her cheeks. For only yesterday
Rose had given Frank Burton her
promise to become his wife. and now
the suspicion crossed her mind that
the seal of that solemn promise was
about to be given her.
So pinning a bunch of English
violets to her dress. she tripped gaily
down stairs to welcome her lover.
Surely Frank never looked SO hand
some as he did this afternoon. as he
stood waiting for the appearance of his
fancee.
After the usual salutations were
over. Frank drew out a mysterious
looking little package from his pocket
and began carefully unwrapping it,
This procedure ended, he held out
towards Rose a daintily lined box, al
most hidden among the folds of which
snugly lay a beautiful diamond ring.
ooh, Frank" exclaimed Rose. isn't
it a beauty" And in a few seconds
the ring was in the proper place, put
there in the proper way.
Then followed a happy conversation
between the two laying plans for the
future that seemed so promising and
bright
1t was a happy Thanksgiving party
that gathered around Mr.. Hamilton's
table to enjoy the annual feast.
''Well, Frank, when do you propose
transplanting this dower?" said Mr..
Hamilton, pinching Roses blushing
cheeks.
ooh, June is the roses best month,
answered Frank. II think I'll take it
them
THE florist tells me that fall is the
best time to transplant roses. In June
hey are getting ready to bloom and
lon't like to be disturbed" said mis-
hievous Fred, always ready to tease.
Now, Fred" began his mother,
June suits this Rose better than the
TALL" For the mother was anxious to
put off as long as possible the day
when her only daughter should leave
the old home desolate to take cheer in
a new one.
Rose was one Of those creatures who
seemed to carry gladness with them.
The sunshine somehow had become en-
tangled in her hair; her eyes were just
the color of a bright summer sky; and
her voice had all the music of the
summer birds in it.
Frank.was the next one to speak. II
agree with you, Fred; think fall is
the best time. June is a long way off
and we don't know what may happen
before that time" And shadow
seemed to cross Franks face, as if the
veil of the future were drawn aside a
little, and he beheld a dark, threaten
ing cloud in the clear, bright sky.
But Rose says June; she thinks
that will not give her any too much
time to get ready; though 1 can't see
what there is to do" continued Frank,
Except find a minister, and it will not
take me long to do that"
"Of course you don't see. Men
never do" laughed Rose. Mother,
could I possibly be ready before June?'
mo, dear, certainly not"
ooh, you engaged people can't talk
Of anything else," said Fred. Il move
we turn the subject into another chan
mel, and not exhaust this one at one
sitting"
SO the happy Thanksgiving dinner
proceeded with pleasant conversation,
and much merriment.
That evening before Frank left, Rose
sat down to the piano, and sang some
Of those sweet, old songs, too seldom
heard nowadays, that her parents
loved so much to hear.