The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1912-10-14
THANKSGIVING VISIT
TO UNCLE'S FARM


Thanksgiving day, telephoned Tues
day that she would not be home for
Thanksgiving because one OF the chill
dren was sick and Aunt Anna needed
her.
why don't you run out for tho
day" asked father. I'VE can get on
nicely here and perhaps | can Invite
somebody in to share our turkey"
The difficulty is that I've already
asked a guest" answered father.
"Blakely is IN town, and as knew
he'd be pretty lonely at a hotel,
told him that he must come up here
Thursday, and now your mothers
away"
Poor father looked so doleful that
felt sorry for him In spite Of the fact
that he had spoiled a plan OF mine
for Thanksgiving day. SO | assured
him that ! would do my best to take
mothers place.
you needn't put on any extra frills
for Blakely," said father. He's the
sort OF man who likes good old-fash-
ioned home cooking"
Il smiled at this. for | knew that
elusive New York clubs, where bach
elors become more and more pamper-
ed and iastidious. l silently deter
mined to have a dinner that would do
credit TO the family.
"You know, Lucille" said Cousin
81 ~ hnt
ther never likes TO have the edge Of
should begin the dinner with Cotuit
oyster and bouillon, that your IA
his appetite taken of by anything be-
fore the turkey"
"But,' ! replied. 'it would be inn
possible to begin with turkey. Mr..
Blakely would think himself in the
backwoods"
Cousin Fannie made no more ob1ec-
tions to my plans, but she looked sur
prised when | said, having found her
taking two pies out Of the oven We'd
nesday afternoon, "Oh, we cant have
pie! That's really little too bu-
collie A delicate dessert is much more
appropriate after heavy turkey din
ner. Id make that delicious creme
used to eat so often in Paris. Luckily
have a recipe for it."
Ae we sat down to the Thanksgiving
dinner father said Now, Blakely,
you won't find any of your fancy club
dishes here. knew you'd much pre-
fer an old-fashioned dinner"
Yes, indeed" agreed Mr. Blakely
heartily, for Of course he could say
nothing else.
What! Oysters?" exclaimed father.
Then he looked at me again in sur
prise when Tilly brought in the soup,
but merely smiled Then after he
had carved the turkey he asked me
for the cranberry sauce.
II thought you'd like this better"
/ said, pointing to the pretty pink ice
Well, l never ate Thanksgiving
turkey before without cranberry
sauce" he said, trying to laugh, but
looking rather grumpy.
I'm sure the ice is very refresh
ing" said Mr. Blakely, pleasantly, but
| was surprised to see him make
wry face after tasting 1t.
Lucille, it's salty exclaimed faith
er.
| suppose | must have dipped into
the salt jar instead Of the sugar keg
when | mixed it for Tilly. It's stupid
to ha a
shelf. | should think mother would
arrange the pantry better.
Mr. Blakely laughed and told story
about a man at the club who, think
ing his bouillon was tea, spoiled it
with sugar and cream. Cousin Fannie
appeared so amused by this ancient
yarn that he was encouraged to tell
others of equal date. So the dinner
passed off pleasantly until Tilly
brought in the creme renversee. Faith.
er looked at me SO reproachfully that
said, Now, daddy dear, | made this
French dessert myself. and | shall be
hurt If you don't like it"
With a martyred air father took
spoonful Of it and Mr. Blakely began
eating his at the same instant To
my astonishment they both gasped
and choked. Had not father been SO
dreadfully angry it would have been
almost laughable to see them so red
in the face and with tears in their
eyes.
Good heavens, Lucille! This is the
hottest stuff / ever got into my
mouth" exclaimed father, as soon as
he could speak 1T seems to be Eade
OF Jamaica ginger"
oh, Cousin Fannie" ! cried, you
must have told me the wrong bottle
when l asked you where the vanilla
was. Isn't that too bad?"
TOO bad that we didn't have the
regulation pumpkin and mince pies
that l promised Mr.. Blakely," broke
In father almost savagely.
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