The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-12-06

gathered at the Myrtle Street home
Of Jim Lane for Thanksgiving din
ner, and Faith had determined that
Cherrys wedding should not inter-
fcre with the tradition. For days
she had baked and cleaned house in
preparation for the big feast day. A
lordly turkey. the largest that jim
Lane could find in the city, was
ready for the oven before the other
members Of the family struggled into
the dining room for late breakfast.
Dinner was to be at two o'clock, and
the eight guests would begin to ar
rive by noon.
Thanksgiving breakfast was as ira
ditional as Thanksgiving dinner in
that old-fashioned household By
nine o'clock Faith was ready to serve
the fluffy, delicately Drowned buck
wheat cakes and the crispy fried link
sausage. Hours Of work lay ahead
Of her before she could summon the
fourteen hungry diners to the feast
The wide sink board was piled high
with celery, lettuce, cauliflower
sweet potatoes, carrots and parsnips
and ranged in the window was row
Of glasses, filled with rubyred cram
berry jelly, made the day before.
"Do you think we've got enough
food in the house?' Mrs. Lane sigh
ed over the first cup Of coffee.
| FOOD enough" Faith rctortct
YEARLY i've baked enough for !:
regiment. think it's positively in
decent to eat as much as this fam.
lily does ut Thanksgiving and Christ
mas. By the time | get it all cookie
! hate the sight Of Il chocolate cake
or q stuffed turkey. I've asked Boz
Hathaway for dinner" she concluded
with glance at her fathers trouble.
face.
"That's good--glad you did" h,
answered, with more enthusiasm tina,
he had shown for weeks
Gee, so am IT, "Long" grinne1
embarrassed. "Say, Sis, Fay's folk,
have all gone to Chicago for Thanks
giving and she didn't go because
her grandparents are sore at her
you know" He flushed at hi
necessity to allude even so indirectl.
to his sweetheart's runaway mar
riage of the year before-a marriag,
which had been promptly annul!e'
because Of the extreme youth Of boil
bride and groom.
"Oh, WE'LL" Faith sighed, thel
forced herself to smile warmly. ION
more won't make any difference.
guess. Tell her to come along. D.
you know whether Cherry's up yet
Mother? I hope she does sleep late.
"I'm up" languid voice from tn
doorway answered. Couldn't sleel
Lord, I'm dead, simply dead. I'll b
glad when all the fuss is over
Faith, studying the pale face tina
was usually so vivid, saw flicker 0
fear and distaste in the .shadowe
topaz eyes, that CAV: the lie to he
last words. No, Faith thought sadl.
Cherry would not be glad when
was all over.
"Could Il have just glass Q
orange juice. Faith darling?" Cherr
dropped into a chair and stared wit
lip-curling distate at the platter G
sausages and their syrupy pancake
on the plates about her. Ibid hea
you say Fay Allen is coming to dir
ner, Junior? I'm glad she is. L
like her, Long. She's good xii
and I'm sorry for all the nasty thing
I've said about her. Did Aunt HAITI
get the hem right in your dres
Muggy?"
II guess so." Mrs. Lane sighed.
hardly knew whether | was standin
on my head or feet, Hattie talked $
hard and fast while she was fifth
It. l told her If she wore that Of
/ black taffcta Of hers to the wei
ding"
"Oh. iet's don't talk about the we,
ding!" Cherry burst out betulantl
her childish lips quivering. I'VE
ding. wedding. wedding! haven
heard anything else till think I
shrek. Who's st the paper?" 81
demanded. inconsistently. ibid thu
use the pictures p
:. "Hsre It is! There's nearly
whole page about the weddin,'" j
, shrilled from the living room. whe
xhe had been 40 absorbed in conten
n panting the miracle Of her own pi
Il tdse siuth paper that she had igno