The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1901-11-27

Mebhy you can git two"
AS John Blake drove his lumber wag
ON along the road the next morning on
his way to the wood let he noticed that
an INDECENT atmosphere seemed to per-
wade the few farmhouses which he
passed, but 1t only impressed him rs
n rather early sign of the coming holi-
day
lie found Silas Day cutting firewood
at his door, looking somewhat surpriS-
ed ut his appearance and more SO at
the request to go to the woods.
why, yes. s'pose l can SO an help
you SPELL" he answered, carter | cut
Phebe II speck more wood. Shell want
considerable today"
Yes, gettn' ready SO for Thanks
glvin.' Betsy is, too; busy as II bee
In tar barrel"
Presently they We're jolting over the
rough byroad, too much shaken fol
comfortable conversation until they
came to n halt in the quiet eff the bare
| November woods.
Il don't hardly see how you come tC
put Off gittin' your wood till today
said Silas, looking UP through the net
ted branches ut the climbing sun.
well. had lot OF things to tend
to an couldn't get roun' to it. l s'post
| might ha' waited till arter Thanks
glyin'. but thought might as well glt
1t afore
Silas stared at him and muttered
"Runnin' pretty clus 10 the wind.
should think"
After they had piled their axes
awhile John stuck his into log and
going to his coat, drew n package from
pocket.
81 always did relish vlctuals in the
woods, an so l fetched along some
bread an meat. Let's set down an take
bite"
well, / can most always eat" Silas
assented rs he took his allotted SHIRE
and sat down beside his companion
munchlng the bread and meat and let
ting his eyes rove about as people are
apt to do when eating out of doors.
A company of chlckadees were busy
gathering their slender fare ON a low
branch before him. and on II higher
one a red squirrel began rasplng but
| ternut.
"Eatin' their Thanksglvln' dinner"
Silas said, nodding ut the little ban
queters.
make 'em II tolcrabe long meal II
they keep II up till tomorrow nrter=
noon. Hush, What be they ringin'
the meetn' house bell for" John asked
eXcitedly MS the mellow tones of a
church bell were waited to their ears.
"Why, don't they alwaysP Silas
asked. glazing curiously ut his com.
panion.
"Why, sllas, you know they don't
never, only Sundays an fast days an
Thanksgiyin', except funerals an there
amt nobody dead, not as know Of"
Look a-hcre. John Blnlle," said 81
las, "bc you crazy or I've you foolln'i
You act all the time as If you was
maxim b'llcve this want Thanksglyin'
day, sot 10y the gov'nor an bein' KEEP
| by every body but you an J. Now, quit
your nonsense an let's hurry up, for
want to git home. We hain't got no tur.
key, but Phebe had three as neat chick.
ems as ever you see all ready TO 20 into
the oven when / come away, an the
childrens all goin to be there, au'
want to be on hand to rights.
Johns fuce grew blank His eyes
stared, unseeing. into space
Good gracious, Peteri If Betsy an
me haln't done It." Then, sprlnglng to
his feet: Hurry up l should say Most
- 1a, Fn
an mother an sister a.comln' nm the
turkey a-hangin' up IN the cellar, II
she's KEEP a-dreamln' as long as | have
1t all came Of that plaguey ole wash
b'iler springin' a leak Monday, SO she
couldn't wash til Tuesday, an we
counted from that. Never mind the tar
nal wood. Onhitch the hoses an let's
scoot."
Five minutes later the team was tear
ing down the road, the bounding wagon
sending far aud wide its laundering
echoes that brought forth alarmed In
mates from many farmstead, while
Sllas hung on for dear life, az disjoint-
ed pleas and protests were jolted from
him, all UNDECIDED by the reckless
driver
Deacon Adams In his Sunday suit
less the coat, was standing In the midst
of his Sunday dressed household Will
all open letter In his hand and disap,
pointment on his face that was repeat.
ed in various degrees In the faces of his
family. Hearing the unwonted din, tile
deacon rushed forth TO ascertain the
cause
stop, stop! Hold onp' he cried, run,
ming out into the road, and John, impa
tient of delay, drew rein.
what on this livin' airth, John, IS
the matterf Is somebody sick or have
you bin takin' more'n you'd ought tor
"No; there haln't nobody sick, an /
hain't bin a-drlnkin'." said John, and
he rapidly set forth the awkward situa-
ton
you wait a minute, and III Ak you
up right as a rlyet," said the deacon,
still restraining his impatient neighbor.
"I'll lend you turkey all roasted and
ready TO go ont the table. I'd llveser'n
not, and so would Mis- Adams You see,
we invited my brother Try and all his
| 'oihst anu We VI gut lWo TuuslH Dig lui-
keys Int the oven and half rousted,
when there come letter from 'em say
In how Iry'd up and broke his leg, and
they wouldn't none of 'em come. l
don't want TO be eatin' cold turkey for
IL week after Thanksgivin' ard it's
providential at yourn missed fire"
Suitable provision was made for the
safe transportation Of the hot turkey
the short distance, and John Blake
went his way with 1t relieved In spirit
Meanwhile Betsey had spent half the
forenoon leisurely preparing for tho
morrow's festiwty, glad TO be unembar
raised by the presence OF men folks
and uninterrupted by any visitors until
a timld rap called her to the door, and
she opened 1t to Sllas Days little
daughter
why, Mandy, is this you? Is there
anything the matter to your house,