The Alaska citizen. (Fairbanks, Alaska) 1910-1917, 1914-12-07
AUNT SUES THANKSGIVING DINNER
WRITTEN FOR THE CITIZEN BY MRS W. r. voLkMAN.

1t was Thanksgiving day. One of
the days in the year when cheer
and good will should radiate from
every home. For the season, 1t
was almost perfect day. snow I'M
derfoot and sunshine above, with
just touch of frost in the air.
Aunt Sue stood at her little par
lor window looking out into the
bright morning and wondering at
things She was one of those amply
proportoned, and amply-full souled
women with a big heart, who are
ever doing for others that which
others ought to be doing for her,
usually good natured and cheerful.
Thus, it was strange to see her
today for the first time in many
moons. so out of harmony with
things. She had the blues and felt
real lonesome. Everyone seemed
to have forgotten poor Aunt Sue.
She tried to think of the things
that others had done for her and
they seemed small and insignificant.
then she thought of the many things
which she had done for others, and
they seemed large and magnani-
nous. Even her nieces, Of whom
she thought so much, had failed her
Long ago they knew she had
been fattenine her turkey, the one
she had raised from an egg. for
this occasion, and now when she
had mentioned the THANKSGIVING
dinner. they had entirely ignored
her, and when again she had men
toned it they said. mo, no, aunty.
keep your turkey for Christmas. two
holidays are almost too much in
one month" and then they had
passed on. No invitation. nothing!
1t stung poor Aunt Sue to the
quick. She had so longed for this
Thanksgiving dinner
She picked up the corner Of her
big blue calico apron and sobbed
into it.
Well" she said to herself. (Aunt
Sue had habit of talking to her
self, she had so long lived alone).
what is it Miles Standish says?
If you want anything we'll done.
do it yourself, do not leave it to
others Iwant this Thanksgiving
dinner, and I'm going to have it,"
she cried in rebellion. even II I
have to kill that turkey and eat
him all by myself" And. wiping
her eyes, she strobe into the kitch-
en- on the side Of a cupboard of
which hung cleaver. or a chop
ping axe. sharp edged tool with
a short handle, which she used for
splitting wood.
Aunt Sue took it down. felt Of
cd fhnn coid cod1U
of Silas were only here" but
to the beyond. where they have
Thanksgiving every day.
After thinking of a great many
things that had been, she opened
the door, and walked out into the
shed where the coop stood in which
was the prize" which she had
for so long been fattening.
AS Aunt Sue approached, the tur-
key turned around and looked at her
in all his glory. He was a fine
specimen. we'll nourished and cared
for, and weighing about 16 pounds
What a beauty he is" sighed
Aunt Sue, then for just a moment
she thought he looked something
like Silas, the small twinkling eyes
and the Adams apple. She put her
hand through the bars and the bird
trotted up to her with a funny
turkey, "tow-tow" and laid his bill
affectionately in her palm.
This was too much for Aunt Sue,
she threw down her chopping axe
and almost went into Mysteries.
How could I, how could T." she
cried, "ever have thought of killing
you, the only one in the world who
cares anything for me? You who
come next to Silas! Oh. oh. OH"
she sobbed into her apron, chow
cruel, how wicked of me, may the