G. W. Thomas - Winter Tales by Ghost Stories For Christmas

Author:Ghost Stories For Christmas [Christmas, Ghost Stories For]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-06-08T16:39:07+00:00

THE TWELFTH GUEST (1889)

by Mary E. Wilkins-Freeman (1852-1930)

“I DON’T see how it happened, for my part,” Mrs. Childs said. “Paulina, you set the table.”

“You counted up yesterday how many there’d be, and you said twelve; don’t you know you did, mother? So I didn’t count to-day. I just put on the plates,” said Paulina, smilingly defensive.

Paulina had something of a helpless and gentle look when she smiled. Her mouth was rather large, and the upper jaw full, so the smile seemed hardly under her control. She was quite pretty; her complexion was so delicate and her eyes so pleasant. “Well, I don’t see how I made such a blunder,” her mother remarked further, as she went on pouring tea.

On the opposite side of the table were a plate, a knife and fork, and a little dish of cranberry sauce, with an empty chair before them. There was no guest to fill it.

“It’s a sign somebody’s comin’ that’s hungry,” Mrs. Childs’ brother’s wife said, with soft effusiveness which was out of proportion to the words.

The brother was carving the turkey. Caleb Childs, the host, was an old man, and his hands trembled. Moreover, no one, he himself least of all, ever had any confidence in his ability in such directions. Whenever he helped himself to gravy, his wife watched anxiously lest be should spill it, and he always did. He spilled some to-day. There was a great spot on the beautiful clean table-cloth. Caleb set his cup and saucer over it quickly, with a little clatter because of his unsteady hand. Then he looked at his wife. He hoped she had not seen, but she had.

“You’d better have let John give you the gravy,” she said, in a stern aside.

John, rigidly solicitous, bent over the turkey. He carved slowly and laboriously, but everybody had faith in him. The shoulders to which a burden is shifted have the credit of being strong. His wife, in her best black dress, sat smilingly, with her head canted a little to one side. It was a way she had when visiting. Ordinarily she did not assume it at her sister-in-law’s house, but this was an extra occasion. Her fine manners spread their wings involuntarily. When she spoke about the sign, the young woman next her sniffed.

“I don’t take any stock in signs,” said she, with a bluntness which seemed to crash through the other’s airiness with such force as to almost hurt itself. She was a distant cousin of Mr. Childs. Her husband and three children were with her. Mrs. Childs’ unmarried sister, Maria Stone, made up the eleven at the table. Maria’s gaunt face was unhealthily red about the pointed nose and the high cheek-bones; her eyes looked with a steady sharpness through her spectacles. “Well, it will be time enough to believe the sign when the twelfth one comes,” said she, with a summary air. She had a judicial way of speaking. She had taught school ever since she was sixteen, and now she was sixty.

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