The Lafayette advertiser. [volume] (Vermilionville [i.e. Lafayette], La.) 1865-19??, 1908-02-28
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BY H1nrief Whitney Durbi1
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A Thanksgiving Story


over the rims of his glasses.
Il believe you called me, Brother
Tap-Gid you no, ?" he inquired with
slow piacidity.
"Called, / shrieked and beloved
like 4 Comanche!" Mr.. Tap Redman
closed the oven door with a click AID
bcbbed up, tanning his hot, red face
with the big check-apron he wore tied
around his neck; 1T wasn't until my
poor old throat almost split, Ii a
locusa-bd3's hull, l got any answer.
Il was quite deeply engaged writing
an article upol the manifestations and
conditions of Martinique apalogized
the elder brother; Il didn't hear at
first"
well, let Martinique slide for to-
day and help me out, requested Tap.
1--WE simply got to ride to the store
for the STUFF couldn't get yesterday
Joe Lamar guaranteed it'd be there
this morning, n l can't leave these
cooking ~thiag5-don't look so dazed,
4 brother. This, as l told you this morn
ing, is Thanksgiving day, and we're
going to have the old major and An
gene.te to dinner"
"Ch," returned his brother, lit had
lodged out of my mind. And aren't
things cooking all right? Can't l go
to my room and proceed with Martin
iQue' and let 'em COOKE
Nc" said Tap, firmly; they'll cut
all kinds of capers ii you don't keep
right at them"
poor, excellent old Solon,' unused
Mr.. Tapley Redman, affectionately, as
he loped lightly down the f~rost-hard-
ened road. on his horse in the dun.
foggy atmosphere of November.
what a fine thing it would have been
I'll around If he could have taken
lis worthy head out of the dense old
literary clouds at some period of his
life long enough to have fallen in
love with a nice girl, and married her.
Cricky-Ansie and I'd have been mar
ried ten years back and keeping house
for ourselves, happy as phoebe-birds."
Scion and Tapley Redman were
bachelors, aged respectively 55 and As.
Scion represented the family intel
VS. ICGl, AC O1N OSS1 q oAlSo EAO
lessor. but had abandoned that field
and plunged into the deeps and shat
lows of literature. A small inheritance
preaiuded any close proximity of the
wolf OF want fortunately, since
Solon's returns for his treat.ses were
scan.y. Tapley spliced out the joint
income by mean of garden veGe-
tables. chickens, eggs and The keeping
Of bees.
The p~atrimonial DWELLING, set boldly
upon a rise of ground close to the
country road, offered a convenient o b
jectiyc roint for strangers, lost or
8 strayed, and for inquirers generally.
Consequently, Scion, upon opening the
Kitchen door in response to a brisk
knock, and finding there a fat, bloom
ing little woman in shining silver gray
silk, as neat as a new min.ed dime.
waited calmly for the usual form Of
inquiry which came thus:
'cculd you tell me where Major and
b Miss Angenette Ring liver
"Cer,ainly, ma'am," Son beamed
at the inquirer across the gold rim of
his giasses; you go straight along
the read to where a ane turns to the
left, then about half way to the next
turn. At the corner of the lane you
can see both Maj. Rings house and
this"
And SO l did" the little woman an
swc.ed. but / imagined this was the
right place, and it was nearer. And
I thought l should have my pains for
sS nothing when did get there, and that
nobody vas home; l couldn't make
a,ycae hear at the front, so l came
around. The air is SO nipping I'm half
91en."
Come in, then, and warm up" in
v.tcd Scion, Hospitality; I'VE have
anty of fire here"
Il should say you had!" The call
er locked wonderingly at the blazing
rec icr of the range; then she shifted
nau'singly at the air: Don't you
LloT mat pudding is burning fast to
tne scttle-can't you smell it?" she
asked. getting into a stir of excite.
ment, and with h~ousewifely instinct
In q second she had laid her mufl
and neat silver-gray gloves upon the
table and was examining the pudding.
Get me q fork and a SPOON she
ordered Scion, land I'll see If it car
BE savcd."
A few minutes satisfied her.
Throw It away" she said; you're
short q pudding"
How unfortunate" deplored Scion
tap will be greatly put out at Its
loss: yet, what could / do? He sale
keep 1t on the jump, and I'm sure Il
v -simped pretty lively"
Il Judge So" said the caller, dryly;
what else did Tap-whoeyer he is
>ll you to do? l see your turnips art
bout to follow the pudding's exam
M De-here, don't get In my way; Sc
teakettle over here and Ill q,
mEthere! Now, the cranberries ar.
oolling over; no wonder-you couls
torbecue . dodo with that IRE. Did