Judge — November 30, 1901 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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[TWAS a glorious Indian-summer day im the early November, and as I rode along the valley of the upper Cumberland, lying cozily between the russet mountain- | sides, I felt that Ite, even here, was worth living. ‘The noon hour was approaching, |and 1 shook up my horse to reach a house |a mile or so ahead, where [ had an id | pretty fair mountain-dinner might be se- jcured, as [had met the owner of the place Jat the lumber company’s store, and she looked to be comfortably te: feeding goes. As [rode up to the gate a flock of four turkeys ran from behind the fence and. seu} toward the They looked like Thanksgiving, and 1 intro- duced myself to my proposed hostess at dinner by offering to buy al sacritic house. ne for the an- . then near at hand. he cei to let me have one dy to take it, and she also informed me that I could get dinner if 1 would wait for a few minutes. when Twas She was setting the table in the big room where I sat, and as she busied around [talked to her on the sub- ject of Thanksgiving. “L suppose,” 1 said, big dinner on that day have plenty around you “What fer ?” she responded, in any- thing but a thankful tone. “Ob,” [ replied, considerably taken aback, “you'll have it because that is the you'll have as you seem to — way to give thanks.” * But [ hain’t got none to give.” “You ought to have,” | said reprov- ingly. “You have a good home here, good crops, nice stock, plenty to wear, plenty to eat, and you seem to have good health. Isn't there enough in all that to be thankful for 2" “Mebbe them air all right, but thar kin he offsettin’s to them, I reckon, argued sulkily. she “It’s none of my business, of course, I said, good-naturedly chaffing her ; “ but really I'd like to know why a woman with as much good looks and as much good living as you have can’t be thankful.” She hesitated a moment and showed signs of stiffening, as if it were in fact none of my business, but she relented in a moment and began explaining. “Well,” she said, taking me into her confidence, as though she had known me “I'm married.” always, T laughed almost rudely, it came so A THANKSGIVING EVEN-SONG. H, LORD, my anthem hear, I pray, ‘As closes now Thanksgiving day. I'm thankful that I carved the bird Without a single naughty word, And that I spattered not the cloth And made my watching helpmeet wroth. V'm thankful that ‘twixt helpings all A chance to eat to me id fall I not lie awake Heneath a dreadful stomach-ach And, Lord, I'm thankful that in spi Of drum-sticks, thigh and chunk of white, Potato, gravy. squash and jell, And things too numerous to tell, From soup through ev'ry dish to Our little Johnnie will not die For while he swelled like s ‘Though badly stretched, he has not burst. at first, KDWIN L. Samy A MOUNTAIN THANKSGIVING. By Wittiame J. Lampion. unexpectedly." Why,” I exclaimed thought that was the one ought to be thankful for.” “Some peopl ly, “but not me. “And why not you 2” “L'm married to Bill Newlins.” Bill Newlins was certainly not a hus- band that any woman could be thankful for. He was utterly do-less and the most disreputable loafer in the valley. “Oh,” [ apologized, “1 thought you were the wife of Sam Newlins.” “No,” she said ; know Bill.” “Still,” argued, “you might forget that for a day, in view of all the blessings you have.” thing people she said lugubrious. it’s Bill, and_you “TL mought.” she replied sententious- ly, and then ag'in | mo ways, | hain’t got no reason to give thanks, and thar won't be no victuals w this house on no sich foolishness.” ted in tried to talk her intoa better humor, but she was just as firmly thankless when I rode away after dinner as when I had first spoken, and I could only feel sorry for her. Considering Bill, 1 could not blame her much. A week or so later, happening in that neighborhood again, I called for my tur- key. Mrs. Newlins met me at the gate, looking decidedly * pearter” than when | saw her last, and smiling all over. I'm powerful sorry, colonel,” she said, “but I don't see how kin spare it fer you.” » Why not? have it, You agreed to let me I protested —for good turkeys were scarce. She beamed on me radiantly, instead of being ashamed of herself’ for having broken her promise. “Bill stole a hog Sunday night explained, «and they've chased him cleat wuten the county and sent him word the ef he ever comes back they'll send hin down to Frankfort fer life; so I'm goin to have a Thanksgivin’ dinner with four turkeys, and everybody's comin’ that eve had anything to do with Bill. You knowe: him, colonel, and you air invited. Yo ain't goin’ to stay away If the departed Mr. Newlins coul have looked in on that Thanksgiving cele bration he would have been surprised, no to say pained, at the manifest lack of re spect for his memory. comicbooks.com