Custer County Republican. (Broken Bow, Neb.) 1882-1921, 1903-11-19
A THANKFUL
THANKSGIVING
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:; DON'T feel as if l should enjoy this
| Thanksgivin, said Mrs. Joel Ms
| - bett, looking down into the basket OF
,lossy, red checked Spitzenbergs as if 1t
| we're a family vault and taking up an
| ,pple as If it had been a skull; mo, l
don't"
Then, Sarepta," observed her hus-
band, who had just thrown a huge log
on the open fire, you don't disarn moth
in to be thankful for! It's as harnsome
turkey MS ever tapped, and l don't
snow of year when I've had nicer
pumpkins on that ar corn lotI'
"'Tain't turkey or pumpkin pies or
cranberry sass as makes Thanksgivtn', -"
sie@pd Mrs. Nisbett.
What is it, then? Ef it's cold wealth
cr | should ha' thought the last frost
| would ha' done the business for you
pretty fairly. Them artemisias by the
ront door is scorched black, and the old
aaple is losin' its leaves as If they was
| tainin' down. Parson Jarvis is comm
| III the way from Sloatesville to preach
| . morrow, and the quire's larned bran
| aew anthem just a-purpose, about bein'
| thankful for harvest and all that sort of
| hing. Pm sure l don't know what else
you'd have"
Mrs Nsbett only answered by g. IN.
Il wonder If faint possible Stephe'u
te hum tonight" she said after a pause.
He writ not. He thought he'd drop
| IN srly tomorrow mornin' If he caught
he train he expected. Only think, old
woman; it's FIVE years since Stephe was
Ium to THANKSGIVING
Old Nisbett rubbed his horny hands,
with u chuckle, adding:
And l s'pose, if all accounts Is uas,
lea gettin' to be a great man out "a
hat western country. 1t was kind OF q
ar, pull when he went off and left US,
~. maybe the boy was in the right"
Yes" said Mrs. Nisbett dolorously,
but somehow l can't get reconciled to
he idea of his marryin' a strange gal
)ut there"
Joel scratched his head. This was a
phase Of the subject that he scarcely
cit competent to discuss.
Maybe you'll like her. Stephen says
he's a nice gal"
stephen says! AS If a man over head
nd ears in love wouldn't say anything"
II wish he'd told us who she was"
Mrs. Nisbett groaned again. Joel went
put 10 the woodpile, the everyday shrine
whence he generally derived what little
If phlosophic inspiration he had.
Mrs. Nisbett"'
1t was a soft little voice, and the old
ody's face relaxed instinctively as it
sounded on her ears.
why, Ida Tremaine-'tain't youw
1T is. I've done everything that Aunt
Constance wanted, and now I've just run
over to see il you don't need bit Of
Ielp."
She stood in the doorway, n fair little
pparition, all flushed and rosy with the
November wind, while her blue eyes
.Darlled as if they were twin sapphires
,idlen away under her long, dark lashes,
sac was neither blond nor brunette, but
fresh checked girl, with nut brown
lair, skin like the leaf of a damask rose,
straight, refined nose and lips as ripe
IS red crabapple, though by no means
sour, Generally she had a demure
ort of gravity lingering about her face,
| nut when she did laugh a dimple came
mt upon her cheek and a row of pearly
reth glimmered instantaneously.
In one hand she carried a bunch of
ate autumn flowers.
"Seew she cried, holding them up. 81
-ansGcked Aunt Constance's garden for
hese. | knew that big vase on the man
Il needed something, and, with a branch
y 30 of scarlet leaves. I'll have a royal
ououet to help you keep Thanksgiving.
Mrs. NiSbett took the fair oval face
,etwecn her two hands and kissed the
resh little mouth.
Set down, Ida" she said. 81 wasn't
,-calculntin' TO have no sech fxin's up,
nut you've Eecd 4 way, child, l can't
never say no to you"
Tut you're going to keep Thanksgiv-
ins," cried Ida, throwing off her outer
yrappnss and dancing up to the looking
lass like a little gale of wind. "becsuse
GU invited Aunt Constance and me to
inner and because your SOn Is coming
! ZONE"
Yes, child, yes," said Mrs. Nisbett,
lhsidins once more into the mournful
~ from which Lids's sudden appear
zee had momontarily aroused her.
IoePs got the turkey shut up in a coop,
nd the 6skin'S done, and I'm just adx-
~ them apples, and"
"Oh, OH" cried Ida, who had fat
cred to the window, what glorious red
| cavet Speckled ever with little drops of
| old. May | make some wreathS fer the
| Snlll Oh. HleaAa RaV va"