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KITCHEfl STOVEHOW MYMEMORY CLINGS^^lU 01
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THAT OLDKITCHEN STOVE
BYDAVID HAROLD JUDD
Fully IllustratedBy
ELIZABETH CRAIGand
MAUD JAMESTHE
Hbbey pressPUBLISHERS
114FIFTH AVENUE
XonDon NEW YORK /iRontreal
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THE LIBRARY FGCNCRESS,Two Oo*iM RecefvebFEB. 20 19020vmQHT ENTRY
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4iDEDICATED
IN ITS SIMPLICITYFOR ITS HEART TO HEART DEVOTION
TO THAT MOST SACRED CIRCLE,HOME,
AND FOR ITS CHRISTMAS CHEERTO MY BELOVED WIFE
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THAT old kitchen stove,how my memory dings,As my thoughts turn
back to the savorythings
That emerged from itsoven, its pots andkettlesWhen my mother
was matron of those relishing victuals.
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That Old Kitchen Stove.
II.
With what a rattleand clatter anddin,The table wasloaded with thebrightest of tin.
The fire was given a punchand a poke
And the quaint stone chim-ney, how it would smoke !
The embers on the hearthwould sparkle and glow
As if for the occasion theywere anxious to go ;Enthused, as it were, bymy mother's desire.
For she trusted com-pletely on that old stovefire.
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That Old Kitchen Stove. 7III.
HOUGH years have gone byit seems but a span
Since I tip-toed around, my" mamma's Httle man,"
And watched her prepare,as deftly she fingered
The dough into shape, thewhile I lingered
Till she turned her head and gave me achanceTo rub off my hands on my little pants.
For sly little fingers will unconsciouslysteal
Into batter and butter, just to see howthey feel.
Ah, the dainties she cooked were tempt-ing and sweet;
It would be hard I am thinking for themto be beat.
Such doughnuts, cookies, tarts and mincepies,
Were rapturous feasts for our little eyes.
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8 That Old Kitchen Stove.Then don't you know, no one else ever
couldDo everything just as m^^ mother would?
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That Old Kitchen Stove.
IV.
HEN that old home kit-chen was a model tobehold,
It was just as neat as ifgarnished with gold.
The floor w^as as spotless as the sands onthe beach ;The ceilings were clean, not a speck w^as inreach
The windows w^ere crystal, so clear andbright
That the beauties of heaven were reflectedat night.Behind the stove was a great wood box
As regularly filled as the crowing of thecocks.
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10 That Old Kitchen Stove.
V.
N the brightest cor-ner stood theold time clock ;
It was six-foot-sixin its solid oak stock,
Its pointers were chiseled from plates ofbrass,
And its dear old face was hidunder a glass;
As its pendulum swung a taleit told
Of the coming and going of ourlittle fold
Its vibrations echoed with aresounding tick
And warned me to hasten, as youth passesquick.
There the sweet smile of welcome to allwas given
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That Old Kitchen Stove. iiFor the beauty of home is to
emulate heaven,And many a traveler, tired
and sore,Was clothed and fed from that \i
old kitchen door.
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12 That Old Kitchen Stove.
VI.
One night I remember,O, starht night !When love was borneand all was bright
Lucinda came in, one ofthe neighbor's girls,
As sweet as a rose, withthe loveliest curls.
Her eyes were akin to that heavenly hue,Her breath as sweet as the ^fvv.^^
jasmine dew.With the form of an angel, nO'
painter's brush '^^^Could portray nature with a
purer blush.Her smile, never mind her smile, don't
you see ?For when she smiled, she smiled at me.
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VII.
O, the time we did have, the games weplayed;
The night being dark, Lucinda stayed.Now the apples we pared and skins threwabout
With songs of laughter and a merry shout;The candy we pulled and chilled on thesnow
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14 That Old Kitchen Stove.Gave to our cheeks a ruddy glow.It was the innocence of childhood as gath-
ered you see,That made us as happy as happy could be.And the brightest moment of our young
lives,As we huddled together like bees in a hive
Was when we played we were in a groveAnd picnicked around that old kitchen
stove.
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That Old Kitchen Stove. 15VIII.
HERE are the friends ofmy youth, all parted.^v-_. and gone,
My brothers and sistershave left every one ;Their different vocations have called them
forth,
And the mark they make will tell of theirworth.
But my mother has passed from the caresof earth,
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i6 That Old Kitchen Stove.To the God she had worshiped since the
days of her birth;And in my dreams I
see her vigil keep-''' Watch o'er her scat-tered children, sleeping.
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That Old Kitchen Stove. 17IX.
EAR friends, I am no longera youth ;
Let us skip a decade inevi-table truth.
I am quietly sitting j| ,^ ,^one cold Christ- .' ^mas night, "^3
By that old kitchen ^ i 1^stove, but with i^'^-^'^^^no delight.
For down at the corners where the tworoads meet.
Stands an old stone Church a little backfrom the street,
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1 That Old Kitchen Stove.'Tis a pilot to the young, a harbor for the
old,And to-night that sweet old story will be
toldHow the Christ-child came, and the bondswere burst
That the first might be last, and the lastmight be first.
And the angel of my dreams in formerdays
Is the angel to-night of those festivalplays;
Her hand will unclasp from that ladenedtree
Presents for all, for all but me.
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20 That Old Kitchen Stove.XI.
UT hark ! What isthis I hear? Ah,the wind out-side !
I thought it a footstep, myfancy betide ;
I hear it again. I challengethem come.
And Lucinda is before me, speechless,dumb.
*' Lucinda," I cry as I fold her to myheart,
" Speak, mine angel, must we ever morepart ?
For years I've wandered and couldn'tlonger stay.
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That Old Kitchen Stove. 21When I knew that you too had planned
to go away.I need you, Lucinda, to make sacred this
spot,Where grow the ivy-twine and the sweet
forget-me-not.The love of my childhood is stronger stillAs I read in your eyes the sweet 'I will.'And her answer was whispered: " Tho'
long you've rovedWe will pledge our troth by this oldkitchen stove."
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FEB 20 1902I vv^- . i^lV.
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FEB. 25 1902
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