The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1876-01-13
THANKSGIVING in DanDury.

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try for Thanksgiving dinner as it is
to have light. A Danbury couple
named Brigham were going to have
poulty for their dinner. Mr.. Brig
ham said to his wife the day before
the event
II saw some splendid chickens in
front of Merrill;s store to-day, and /
guess III get one of them this after
noon for tomorrow"
az am going to tend TO that myself"
said Mrs. Brigham, quickly.
"But L can get it just as well Pm
going right by there"
81 don't want you to get it," she as
serted. "When eat chicken 1 want
something I can put my teeth in"
And a hard leok came to her face.
he colored up at once.
"What do you mean by this ?"
"Just what 1 say" she exclaimed,
setting her teeth together.
"Do you mean to say L do not know
how to pick out chicken ?" he an
grily demanded.
''I do"
"Well, I can just tell you, Mary
Ann Brigham, that 1 know more
about chickens IN one minute than
you could ever find out in lifetime.
And furthermore, am going to buy
that chicken il 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, 'ithat you don't
know any more how to pick out 8
chicken than an uuweaned mud-tur-
tie; and if you tring a chicken into
this house it will go out again quick
er'n it came in. And you can put that
il your pipe an smoke it as soon as
you want to-"
"WhOse house is this, l want to
know ~ he fiercely demanded.
She frankly replied at once:
'l suppose it belongs to fist-headed
| idiot with a wart on his nose, but q
woman who knows a spring-chicken
| from a hump-back camel is running
the establishment, and so long as she
does, he can't triDg no patent leather
hens here to be cooked"
"You'll see what I'll do,n he yelled,
and he pulled his coat on aud jsmmed
his hat on over his head with the fore
piece over his left ear.
"YOu bring q chicken here if you
think best. Mister Brighsm," she re-
piled.
tYou see ifI DON'T" he growled, as
he passed out and slammed the door
behind him.
That evening there was 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 he in
tended mischief. Mrs. Brigham filled
plate with chicken, mashed pots-
! toes and boiled onions. It twas tempt
ing dish, emitting delicious aroma.
She passe1 it to Mr.. Brigham. He
did not look toward it.
"Brigham," said she, there's your
plate.n
"I don't want any chieken,n he
said, looking nervOusly around the
room.
"Are you going to eat that chick
en- ?" she demanded, in a voice of low
intensity.
"No, 1 ain't-vooh ouch ouch p
She had sprang to her feet like s
flash, reached over the table, caught
him by the hair, and had his face bur.
rowing in the dish of hot onions. II
was done so quick that he had nc
time to cave himself, and barely time
to give utteranee to the agonizeC
exclamations which followed upoI
his declaration.
fare you going to eat that chick
en- she hoarseiy demanded.
"Lemme up :" he screamed.
i She raised his head from the dish
and jsmmed il on the table.
"John JOye Brigham" she Kissed
between her set teeth, ."this is a day
set apart by the Nation for thanks
giving and praise. 1 got that chick
en- to celebrate this day, and I ain'l
going TO have my gratitude aud de-
votion upset by such a runt as yoV
are. Now / want to know IL you are
going to eat that chicken like q
Christian, or IL you are going to cut
lup like q cantankerous heather
Answer me at once, or I'l jam you
old skull into q jeliey."
s1-I'll eat it' he moaned.
Then she let him up, and he tool
I'D his plate, and one Thanksgiving
meal, st least, passed of harmonious
lIy.-DdnbuTy Nel0s.