The daily morning journal and courier., 1904-12-03
TURKEY IN TENERIFFE
THANKSGIVING MElIoRYoP THE
 CANARY ISLANDS.
Experience of E Lone Ameriean-A Din
 ner That surprised-The Cook Mas
 ter at the Art.

ter at the Art.
 It was Thanksgiving in the far-away home across the sea, the day for family reunions and luxurious feasting; but here in this small spanish capital of Tenerifte. in the Canaries, there was not an American save myself to re- member the day. v.
 The Pilgrim Fathers of blessed mem ory had no significance upon this ex- lied island. neither had the bird of glo- rious proportions and it's attendant goodies. To be sure, I had ordered one at my hotel, and the best substitutes at hand for the component parts of the regulation American Thanksgiving din- ner; but no power on earth could con vince me that that turkey would ap- pear before me in it's brown entirety, and delicately odorous as in the days When the old Michigan farm was the meeting place. Dear me! This would nevef do! Thousands of miles away @- SAAA lAAG GgotCO&4 dlAQ luClI llOlludyS, nearer to Africa than America; this was no place to indulge in thoughts Of home; and it was surely the afternoon twind that had blown up the straining lump in my throat.
 f. Despite my nostalgia there seemed something honey about Santa Cruz that night. Its dull red roofs set in palms and dragon-trees had never looked more fascinating, it's chiselled wind miracles of dainty heraldic work more inviting.
 There was a smell of oleanders upoE ithe air, and people were hurrying to 'the cathedral for the evening service Ancient orones smoking cigarettes has, tening along. women's kerchiefed heads yellow, purple, crimson and blue gossiped at the corners like so many Knots of butterflies, and the streets were full of gay young men with snowy trousers and tight black cotton jackets against which the brilliant hued neck cloth nestled in vivid contrast.
 Every part of the city seemed illu- mined by flashing black eyes, while the Fragrance of heliotrope and Jasmine and the glow of geranium and rose touched the emotional nature of those to whom odors and colors are not mere childish pleasures, with something more forceful even than the subtle power Of music.
 Steadily the shadows slid westward, the heavens seemed limitless field where, by an alchemy superhuman, glow after glow of brilliant hues mate rialized, and day had died out in q blood-red vapor as entered my room in the Hotel de Espna.
 The proprietor's wife, who was wont to embrace me lovingly night and morning and help herself to my brooch es and neck-ribbons as occasion de- nanded, toiled laboriously up the stairs and knocked at my door. ! opened it, shnd the lampHght streamed upon her rugged brown face and huge gold ear- rings and fared upon the packet of let ters that filled her hands.
 Blessings on thee, little Spanish wo- knan! Home letters thick and bulging sWith loving words, caution, advice. re- nembrance eis there aught dearer to the wanderer in a foreign land than these tokens of distant home and friends!
 Nina, nina!" began my hostess. and
 looked up impatiently at her inter- 'uption, dinner awaits you. Bring them down with you and eat while 1t good. The bird is much a la Ameri- cano."
 There was some method in her mad- hess; and, gathering up my mail, I de- Pcended, hungry from the exhilarating Dir, but with very little faith in the bird that was much American
 It was sure to be dismembered, devil alized, dressed with garlic and cooked with oil, I thought, half laughingly, half regretfully: but genuine surprise ewaited me.
 My round table had been pulled into
 corner of the gallery by itself, and illuminated with branching candela- bra of six candles; small shrine of $ome indulgent Madonna. was estah- ished at one side, it's red light burning heerfully, and magnificent spray of Ezaleas spread their perfect shadows in he candle gleam upon the snowy cloth; vhile-maryel of marvels!--a turkey, Rrisp and brown, as if it had stepped rom some New England kitchen, traced my solitary board There was . Elso chocolate of unrivalled excellence, md guava tarts and mince pies. {, The Spaniards near by looked on with Erave curiosity, for the proprietress had evidently informed them that it tas the 'senorita's fiesta.' Much Arnericano!" smiled the land- ady, lowering around me with glisten- Ing eyes.
 I had tasted the first mouthful of ressing. Shades of the Pilgrim Fath- rs! There were, then, such things as ummer savory and oysters in this
 panish island? My suspicious were
 Aroused.
 Firing me the cook" I said suddenly. { IL wish to compliment him." :, And then it had to be confessed how {, Inc -hearted woman, anxious to
 lease, had sent the turkey to the Eng ssh consulate and begged to have it looked iii the real American way; and ow the cook, who had once lived in !. lew York, had entered into the secret i the best of his ability, and refused be paid for his achievement. <. 1.-the, thoughtful, dark-faced senora!