Show ROYAL FEASTS PT S OF OTHER DAYS when thanksgiving had its old time setting of indian summer and country hospitality pita lity AN it bo be that not only the C CAN times are arc out of joint but the seasons sea too are changing Is nature at this late day trying some jorrie experiments and setting back the hands on her dial plate of mouths certainly this Nov november emPer weather is not the kind we read about when our grandfathers tell of the good old times of the ilia big snows and when the land was w us new lor for days we have lived ns as if summer skies were brooding over vcr us and were jt t not for tho ilia baro trees and balent woods wo could almost fancy ourselves in that land of pure delight where spring immortal rel reign gilp this is tile real indian summer so often talked of but so BO seldom experienced in perfection a writer in tile the boston herald asserts all over this part af t the world wo hear of it day lifter after day of warm and comfortable wV weather ather when jhb lit sun shines faintly through the clouds of mist and purple smoke veils all harsh outlines end and unsightly objects day after day with skies of melting tenderness and soft zephyrs playing in the tangled locks of little children romping in field and wood the windows are thrown open doors set ajar and the fire goes out upon tho the hearth H everybody very body wants to get out in tho the open to wil wander rider on courtr country roads to climb the till and find tho seashore in tho the old world this season Is sometimes called the old wars friar B summer bummer and the least east of good st martin which falls alls in tile tha first week of november r la Is known ns lis the old id marts mares boli holiday dayl perhaps because of ts As unexpected short lived charm needs a country gefton g thanksgiving of courso course la Is truly a auntry affair and in the city loses losea half its charm the very word hua has some ome to mean something of country ways unil and country living country products and country hospitality it smacks of till all things rural of hills bills and adds and lanes and woods ripe fruit perfect vegetables vegetable loaded corncrib shining cattle ono one cannot celebrate I 1 thanksgiving a aright lu a town int vv or a brownstone brown stone manello mane loo loni certainly sot in a hoarding boarding house or car thanksgiving day neana ft a rambling house in a grcen green gree wyard yard a quaint old cambrel rooted roofed cottage noar near a country road a log cabin in a ten ac acro ocro patch i houses full of old fashioned furniture and with room for all tile tho family and the kinsfolk and tho the bornn ger within the gates it means love of homo home ond and greathearted great hearted hospitality the on ilag back of OW tl children tho e mo of tiie the old folks folka the ideal thanksgiving must huto hove n setting ot of fonow now it mus ilnia cho to 0 the ring of sleigh belle and tile neigh ol of lie he horses borses in frosty weather so no matter what tho weather for weeks before there should bo be snow in good thile the sun rises a dazzling picture of white field and glistening wood land A yell veil of magic beauty covers fendo fence and road the yard so brown and ugly but yesterday hides now under a mantle of snowy swans down all night it fell noiselessly stealthily mysteriously tills this first conring coming snow of the year and mado made of this common earth a bit of fairyland a transformation scene Beene like a thrice told tate tale the thanksgiving dinner of tho the count rys earlier days has been described so BO frequently antly that it Is like n thrice told tale signifying sound and nonsense so vividly that one can call at al lost asto basto the dainties modern tilt kit chelas could lot cool cook those incomparable dishes such a feast could not bo be served in courses or brought on in piecemeal in those days the table literally groaned with its burden and glowed with the of tho the assembled dishes merely to recite their names would tempt the most pitiful dyspeptic pig hot ond and brown roost roast spare ribs pink and cold roast turkey aulcy juicy and tender full fuli to bursting with perfect stuffing potatoes snowwhite and mealy boiled onions liko shining pearls stewed tomatoes of deepest red that pale green dainty perhaps there would bo be a vot pot pia of chicken or squirrel or quail a dish of hominy or turnips or corn celery in bouquets of bleached pill plumes mes beets beeta cut in scarlet roses spiced pickles sweet and sour cranberries glowing like up rubles and pies of nil all sorts and sizes apple and bustani and cherry and ifil but best beat of nil all because nest appropriate 1 lio lie old fashioned pumpkin pie pic a lost delight find like roos heroine vanished now for evermore in tho the days of real thanksgiving thoro there was no tee cream tie no bar lo le duc no creme de menthe no bousse care no treacherous cocktail nor subtle pick me inc up for dessert there were dough nuts fand cheese clicc se and bent en biscuit and honey appl olland and nuts ind popcorn anti and elder cider from tho the homo borne press nindo for the ilia occasion and with just tho the right twang to its bubbles boyal feasts and Fe feasters asters such ryal feasts royal feast ers era tile keen winter air and long ions sermon combined to make tho the only true t ruo sauce tho the simple honest hunger of simple honest people nowadays wo we henr hear of tho ilia keen keell amp pangs of tile morning after nobody ever hoard hearil of it i sickness aio ho lay day after tills this thinka giving dinner luner tl nobody avas in fix a hurry to get oft off to tile alio theater or card party for 1 was tho the dinner hour and tile sleigh title homo hoine through clear winter sunlight was tile tho best of oil all if such it a th tiling ing were needed ed in ili some neighborhoods tho day would end tn in a thanksgiving dance but this arns not a prevailing custom perhaps partials tile visitors would impend tile ho night bould would gather round tho th fire an and d t tell ell stories or or listen to some newcomer with tale of adventure venturo nd or deeds deed of 0 daring and there was always music aoma ono ona would play piny on violin or bass viol perchance a little piano or quaint melodeon people pang bil billinda linds in those days on tho the banks of allan water drink to mo lie only with thine eyes friy riy away to my native lund land and others oo BO long unsung aro are alko dreams of for far oft off joy to tho old folks |