The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1918-03-07

hdVe at last S0lQ business to grea1
advantage. Have sublet apartment
here to Colin Dare, and will spent
the winter In travel. win spent
thanksgiving with you at Raynor
Love from father"
This was the telegram that Mr.
Yates wrote week before Thanksgiv
Ing. Il just couldn't boil 1t down Il
ten words, mamma" he said to his
VIE as he read 1t. "But the times
come when we can be a little lavish
now we've retired"
"Hortense certainly will be surprised
poor girl" answered Mrs. Yates
She couldn't afford to come home
?or the short holidays. Something II
ner letters sounds as II she thought
you had been feeling hard times
that's why she didn't spend the money
When she learns what a wonderful
disposal you have made of your bust.
ness, won't she be surprised?"
"She'd be more surprised IL she
didn't get the telegram"
"You don't mean, papa, that you'd
1ust go out and surprise her? Well,
what a wonderful idea"
"Mr. Henry Yates, 7O1 West Ninety
ninth street, New York city: Have
earned a little money tutoring, and
have decided to come home Thanks
giving. Love. Hortense."
Hortense struck her pencil through
q word here and there to get her tele-
gram down to ten words, and then
paused, with the pencil In mid-air.
"They would be a lot more surprised
X / didn't send the telegram" she re-
nected. "What wonderful idea 7"
As an aid in effecting perfect sur
prise, Hortense rejoiced that she had
m her possession latch key for the
small city apartment, where her moth
or and father had made their home
since four years before she first fitted
on to college. She arrived at three
o'clock the afternoon before Thanks
giving, and, suitcase In hand, passed
quickly by elevator attendants to her
parents apartment on the second floor.
1T was not surprising to her that no
one was home. Wednesday was her
mothers club afternoon, and she some
times remained out all afternoon, and
then met her husband downtown for
dinner. Hortense hoped this was to
be the case this afternoon, for then
ehe would have more time for perfect
ing the plans that she had In mind.
Hortense found her little chintz-
#rfWVnn1nd avN 49,
dire, and, having quickly slipped ON
p comfortable house dress, rolled up
per sleeves and donned an apron, she
hurried out to the kitchen.
Down on her knees before the ice
box, she opened the door and shifted
and peered curiously into Its interior.
Poor old mumsy." she said to her
self, as she beheld meager broiling
chicken, few apples and onions and
? small measure Of potatoes. "Times
have been hard with dad, and she
didn't even have a turkey"
Hortense recalled that her mother
had written. some time before, saying
that they expected to have a quiet
little dinner together on Thanksgiv-
Ing" but she thought that her hearty
young mother and father had planned
30 feast Off a single squablike broiler
brought tears to Hortense's deep blue
syes.
She counted her money carefully,
eolded her return-trip ticket and a
Few new dollar bills into little purse
chat she put, for safe-keeping and be-
Eond the temptation Of green grocer
or butcher, In little pocket beneath
the folds Of her bodice, and then count
"a out 20 besides. "That'll get some
port Of spread" she said, "if I 70 to
fhe inexpensive places and make good
bargains" She found an empty mar
net basket, and having put her coat
and hat on, slipped her arm into the
Basket and sailed forth.
IT was as HOrtense supposed. Her
mother and father did not return for
elnner, and she worked interruptedly
"a at cranberry sauce and a small
pumpkin pie till long after dark. The
zeast was not to be a large one, but
Hortense was a deliberate sort OF
cook. and so busy was she with cul-
mary preparations that she did not
enke time to sit down or even to en-
eer the living rooms of the apartment
Or her fathers and mothers bedroom.
q she had, she would have seen OBJ
Sects that would have disturbed the
serenity of her plans. AS she had re-
placed the broiler with a turkey for
the Thanksgiving dinner. she satisfied
her own appetite-now well developed,
after all her many activities-on half
Of the broiler, and another tear stoie
into her eye as she reflected that this
email bird had been intended to stay
the Thanksgiving ardor of her pa
rents.
When the living-room clock struck
Tan Hortense concluded that her moth
o. and father had determined to stay
downtown to the theater as had been
their custom before. "Poor dears"
me nurmured. at il probably only b