Lower coast gazette., 1909-11-20

b1EI be the %banguppist affair at
PMF our house thatll be known
W.T. from the way Mary has
nh On been maxim me trot around
~ in Squashville town. judgin'
for supplies.
"'Peleg,' she says to me, a week
come next Wednesday, 'Peleg, you
better get started on Thanksgivin' or
it'll bo here and we will be in a fix
like Mis- Jenkins was the time she
had us all owe for dinner six years
ago. I shall never forget that dinner
to my dyin' day. she says, and it'll
be a warning for me, l hope.
when Mary Ann talks that way,
KNOWN her the way l do, bein' mar
ried a good 20 year, l give in. And
don't dawdle around dom it, either.
Thursday mornin', when l got
through with the chores, and seen
that the woodbox was filled and the
water pail brimmin' over, them bein'
things that gets on a woman's nerves,
| gifts loaded up with jugs and things
and was down to Jay Homes store
before he had the floor sprinkled.
Jay l says, If you have got any
thing in this shanty that's needed for
a bang.up Thanksgivin' dinner, trot
'er out, and don't stop to figger it up
till the whole caboodle is wrapped up.
Jay set down his sprinkler and
went out to the back shed for the
broom.
Don't you git riled up, Peleg,' he
says, or excited. Comm in on me
at this time of the mornin,' he says,
when my minds set on gettin' the
prune pits and other dabree of the
evenin' debauch of some of these
Squashville sports, as the Teller says
he says, cleaned up. l amt fit to
figger up a Thanksgivin' dinner. But
if you'll set down and hold your
horses he says, well git to it, we'll
git to it,
Long and short of it was, Jay
didn't have half the things Mary Ann
had set down. We fggered out pref
ty we'll, from what he had. But
DANCED if he had any cider or even
cider vinegar.
"'Jay,' l says, I'm a believer in
truth, and l trusted you. But when l
read,' l says, in the Squashville
Bugle, as l did yes'day, them items
which says "Jay Home has the full.
est, most complete and general stock
of groceries in the northwest, prices
right and good treatment" and l
come here, as | hev, and find no CT.
der, or ever cider vinegar, l find that
l have been misled. After this l will
read the Squashville paper with some
caution, let alone orderin' you as
postmaster to quit deliverin' it to box
1885,
"'Peleg,' says Jay, you're about the
dangdest fool that ever set foot in
side my store. l had that cider, as
advertised, and l had that good treat.
ment, and no n ever said my prices
wasn't fair. But because a lot of 9th.
ers has been trottin' in here for sup
plies, let alone them that buys it by
the glass, you git on your high horse.
l like your trade, Peleg,' he says, but
dang If l amt a notion to tell you to
find another place.
"'Jay,' l says, SEEM I was harsh,
we bein' members Of the Modern
Woodmen amt goin' to hev no words.
But l am thinkin' of Mary Ann. She's
set her heart on real cider for them
mince pies, and you know Mary Ann
"And l was right. Mary Ann put
her foot down when l come into the
kitchen and she see l didn't hev the
| cider.
"I can't help 1t, Peleg,' she says.
Y must hev 1t. You'll hev to go to
Podunk for it, and to-day's as good a
time as l know. ! won't sleep now
till / git that cider. l remember poor
Mis- Jenkins, and it's a warnin.'"
"And DANCED if l didn't hev to walk
over to Podunk, me that amt been
there since l got beat for constable.
And Mary Ann set down some other
little things she thought of, bein' as l
was goin' to make the trip. When l
got home / set down the jug a little
hard on the kitchen table.
MARY Ann l says, this idea Of
hevin' the whole dunn town a.trumpin'
in here on T~hanksgivin' may be all
right. l amt sayin' nothin' against
it. You'll hev your way. But they's
got to be reform in this town. Jay
Home'll keep cider and every other
article l says, for Thanksgivin' or
Podunkll git my trade
"'Shet up, Peleg,' she says, and git
some water in this pail. You never
filled it, and l hev been skimpin' ever
since you started for Podunk.'
They amt never been no trouble
in our family for 20 years, as I wal
sayin.' but if they is, it'll come from
one of these Thanksgivin' dinners
Donged il it won't."-R. B. Pixley, in
Milwaukee Free Press.