The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1917-02-01
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Dick faced his wife. Rose, let's get
a Thanksgiving dinner ready for ia
Their and mother. Then when they see
little Asa, why. they can't help being
thankful, eh?"
"Of course, mott" agreed Rose.
"Dick, where does your mother keep
/ her aprOnS?
"In the middle drawer in the pantry
dresser" cried Dick in a flash, and
they laughed together at his accuracy.
I'm going out to kill something for
dinner-chicken, turkey. duck or
| GOOSE threatened Dick.
| Rose, investigating pantry and Gel
lar shelves, discovered a jar of mince-
| meat and pots of pickles and pre-
serves.
ooh. l hope she won't mind very
much!' she encouraged herself as she
flew about the kitchen, deftly rolling
pie crust and filling the pies with
mincemeat. II suppose they hate me,
but perhaps they will learn to love me
for baby's sake, he's such darlingw
By and by Dick came in with a
young hen turkey. all dressed for roast
| ing.
"You set the table, Dick" ordered
his wife. looking distractingly pretty
with a dab of flour on her nose. "You
know how your mother used to have
everything. I'll put the turkey right
into the Oven."
. So Dick found one of his mothers
snowy damask cloths and laid the oval
| table in the dining room, where baby
sat in the sunny window. All of the
old fashioned lavender sprigged china
came forth, and here and there Dick
| placed a glass dish of crimson or am
| Der jelly. In the center of the table
was a vase of orange tinted chrySan-
| themums from the front yard.
"Dick, it looks lovelyT exclaimed
Rose as she came into room rolling
down her sleeves. "And here they
comet Dick, am so frightened after
allv'
Dick put his arm around her and
held her close.
"Let us be patient" he urged. "They
cannot help loving you, dear
For some reason-perhaps because
the house was lonely-Sarah Chandler
remained at the barn until her hus-
band had put up the horse. AS they
crossed the yard toward the house
few flakes of snow futtered down.
Sarah Chandler clutched her hus-
bands arm.
"Asa," she gasped, I'm afraid! l
saw something that looked like
babys hand at the Window
Nonsense, Sarahv' protested Asa,
supporting her with his wiry arm. To
himself he was thinking that it would
have been better if he had tried to
persuade Sarah to forgive the boy in
stead of UNFOLDING her in her resent
ment of Dicks marriage. "She's
breaking her heart over him." he MUIR
INJURED as they went up on the porch.
Before Asa could unlock the door it
swung inward, and Dick stood there
their boy Dick-with such an anxious
look in his brave eyes, and behind Dick
was very beautiful woman with
grave, brown eyes and a smile trem-
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arms was baby!
"Dickr' cried his mother and fell
into his arms.
Asa smiled at his son and held out a
strong hand to Rose and the baby.
"Y0u are welcome" he said solemn
ly, and so they all went into the din
ing room.
Rose found her voice.
81 hope you will forgive me. Mrs.
Chandler she pleaded, "but l have
cooked a dinner, and l thought
II killed a turkey" broke in Dick,
land Rose is the next best cook in the
world to mother, and she has roasted
it, and guess dinners pretty near
ready, folks! Perhaps mother will
take care of little Asa while l help
Rose put on the vegetables. and maybe
father has some apples and nuts and
cider in the cellar!"
Fifteen minutes later Rose and Dick
peeped into the dining room. Asa
Chandler had forgotten all about the
cider and apples and he was sitting on
the sofa beside his wife, who held lit
tie Asa in her arms. The baby was
Growing Justify as his grandfather dan
gled handsome gold watch before it's
wondering eyes.
"Dick," cried Rose, with shining
eyes, 'they have forgiven us. They
are quite happy. See!''
1--WE must thank Emma Hoops for
this" whispered Dick. and his vile
nodded sympathetically. She knew that
Emma would love the baby too. A
baby can be a comfort to SO many peo-
pie besides it's parents.
AT last the meal was ready.
Come, daughter said Sarah Chand-
Ter as she kissed Rose and led her to
a seat.
The two women watched the men as
they placed the baby in his high chair
and fussily pushed him close to his
grandfather's seat. They smiled ten
derby at each other as if to say, I'VE
women understand these, the men Of
our household"
Asa Chandler stood beside his chair
and bowed his white head.
Forgive US, Lord, our rebellion" he
whispered, and aloud he added. "For
all these, our blessings. make us truly
thankful, 0 Lord and accept our hum
BILE gratitude upon this day of Thanks
giving!"