Gunnison Gazette | 1910-10-21 | Page 2 | The Place of Honor

The Place of Honor. Farmer I lodge was of the good, old-fashioned old-fashioned school, and he always gav a feast to his hands at harvest time. It. was harvest time and the feast was about to commence. Giles was the oldest hand and the-hostess, the-hostess, with beaming cordiality, motioned mo-tioned him to the seat by her right hand. But Giles remained silently unresponsive. un-responsive. "Come," said the hostess, "don't be bashful, Mr. Giles" he was just Giles on ordinary occasions "you've a right to the place of honor, you know." Giles deliberated a moment, then--spoke. "Thank you kindly, Mrs. - Hodge," he said, "but if it's all the same to you, I'd rather sit opposite this pud-den."