Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1875-12-02
II. WH1TMORE,
Publisher and Proprietor.

Danbury News.l


1t is just as necessary to have poultry
for a Thanksgiving dinner az it is to
have light A Danbury couple named
Brigham were going to have poultry for
their dinner. Mr.. Brigham said to his
wife the day before the event.
" | saw some splendid chickens in
front Of Merrill's store to-day, and |
guess I'll get one Of them this afternoon
for to morrow" "
" | am going to tend to that myself"
said Mrs. Brigham, quickly.
But | can get i just as well; I'm go
ing right BY there"
" | don't want you to get it," she as.
serted. When | eat chicken want
something can put my teeth in" And
a hard look came to her face.
He colored up at once.
What do you mean by that2"
Just what | say" she explained, set
ting her teeth together
" Do you mean to say | dout know
how to pick out chicken2' he angrily
demanded.
" [ do
" We'll, l can tell you, Mary Ann Brig
ham. that | know more about chickens
in one minute than you could ever find
out in lifetime. And, furthermore,
am going to buy that chicken if one is
bought at all in this house. And he
struck the table with his fist.
=" And tell you, John Joyce Brig.
ham" she cried, that you don't know
any more how to pick out a good chicken
than an unweaned mud-turtle; aud if
you bring chicken in this house it will
go out again quicker'n it came in. And
you can put that in your pipe an smoke
it as soon as you want to.
" Whose house is this, l want to
know?" he fercely demanded.
She frankly replied at once:
II suppose it belongs to a aat.bead
idiot with wart on his nose, but wo-
woman who knows spring chicken from
hump back camel is running the es-
tablishment, and as long as she does he
can't bring no patent leather hens here
to be cooked"
You'll see what I'll do" he yelled.
And he pulled his coat on and jammed
his cap on his head with the fore piece
over his left ear.
You bring a chicken here if you
think best, Mister Brigham" she replied.
you see if don't" he growled as
he passed out and slammed the door
behind him.
That evening there was a nice, fine
chicken in the pantry, but he didn't
bring it, Perhaps he forgot to get his.
Dinner came the next day. Mr..
Brigham took his seat at the table, as
usual, but it was evident that be intended
mischief. Mrs. Brigham filled plate
with chicken, mashed potatoes and boiled
onions. 1t was tempting dish, emitting
a delicious aroma. She passed it to Mr..
Brigham He did not look toward it.
Brigham" said she, here's your
plate. "
" ! don't want any chicken" he said,
looking neryously around the room.
Are you going to eat that chicken"
she demanded in voice OF low intensity.
mo, | ain't-Wooh! ouch! oohl"
She had sprung to her feet in fash,
reached over the table, caught him by
the hair aEd had his face burrowing ia
the dish of hot onions. 1t was done so
quick that he had no tiRs to save him.
self, and barely time to give qtterapce
TO the agonizing exclamatiohs which
followed upon his declaration.
Are you going to eat that chickenT
she hoarsely demanded,
'Lemme upl" he screamed.
She raised his head from the dish and
jammed it on the table.
John Joyce Brigham" she hissed be-
tween her set teeth, "this is day set
apart by the nation for thanksgiving
and praise. got that chicken to cele.
brate this day and / amt going to have
my gratitude and devotion upset by such
a runt as you are. Now, want to know
if you are going to eat that chicken like
Ohristisn, or if you are going to cut
up like a Tantgpkerous heathen2 Answer
me at once, CT III jam your old skull
into a jelly"
I'LL cat It, he moaned.
Then she let him up and he took his
plate, and one Thanksgiving meal, at
least, passed of harmoniously