The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1879-12-11


| she felt sure that he was too. There
was some strange mystery between them.
1t might never be cleared up In this
world; but it would be sure to be in
Heaven. and they would have all eter-
nifty to understand one another in.
Margery could not grow old and sour,
for there is always youth and sweetness
where there is hope.
Margery was sorting her herbs in the
sunny drying room, which the school
children called Miss Margery's herba-
rum, when she was called to the door
by Bina Hutchins. Bina drove pro-
vision cart, supplied in part at the shire
town, five miles away, and supplying in
its circuit as many villages.
"Mornin', Miss Margery," said the
old man, cheerily. "I'm round taking
my orders for turkeys for Thanksgiving.
Mig about disposed of the whole flock
now. Miss rockingham bought Sulei-
man Pasha they took Achmet Pasha at
the hotel; / sold Ismail Pasha and
Mukhtar Pasha at the Corners; and the
restaurant-keeper at the junction spoke
for Mehemet Ali last summer, when he
saw him struttin' about in our pastur'.
feel as if l owed sight to you, Miss
Margery, for naming them turkeys for
me.
"The heft of the people in this section
are interested in this war-leastways
they pertend to be; and when l Showed
'em the names o. them turkeys on my
order-booA, there was cen almost a
scrimmage to see who'd get his name
down opposite the high-soundingest of
'em. Dickson, the restaurant keeper,
hez it printed on the posters he'll hang
in the station on Thanksgiving Day.
sMehemet Ali beheaded this morning.
This great Turk to be ratified for at our
free lunch And Miss rockingham
told me she was going to put her tur-
keys name into all her Invitations. She
showed me one of the me,aoos that that
young lady who is stayin' there painted
for her on white satin. She'd printed
Suleiman Pasha in what she calls Tur-
key red, with guns and moons and little
cupidses, in turbans and baggy trow-
sers, all around the border. They do
say Fred Frothingham's going to marry
her. She's some sort of relation to his
fust wife. Isay, Miss Margery, it seems
kinder Gurus to me there shud be so
many Generals in Turkey by the name
of Pasha. The only way 1 kin account
fur it is that it must have been the name
of the last Sultan. They say that the
Sultans have wives enough to fill a fe-
male seminary, and that the Sultan's
crack regiment is made of his own sons.
don't know how / should have man.
aged about naming my turkeys if it
hadn't a-been for the Pasha family. A
whole brood of turkeys came off after
you sent me that list of names, and
called 'em Constantinople Pasha, an
Bagdad Pasha, an Bosphorus Pasha,
an one on 'em Jerky-nek-off Pasha,
though my wife said that was kind of
mixin' things, fur it seemed to her that
Jerky-nek-Off sounded more Rooshan
that Turkey.
81 did very well with the whole flock
except in the Sultan, the very biggest
and gamest teller of all. III weigh
twenty-eight pounds easy, an tail
feathers enough to make half n dozen
handsome fans. prided myself on the
Sultan, but Pm going to lose money on
him. You see the ladies of the Meth
odist church at B'thesdy Springs he'd
come to the conclusion that the taber-
nacle, though it was a good enough
place for the summer boarders to git re-
igion in, was too windy and chilly a
place to get up any sort of religious
warmln' during the winter; an they'd
voted to have fair about Thanksgiving
time to raise money to build chapel
Well, after they'd engaged the Sultan of
me, an advertised him in all the papers
as one of the attractions, what'd they
do but conclude they couldn't afford to
take him unless I'd donate him. The
idee! When I'd been fattening him up
all summer expressly fur them, an de-
clined him to Miss rockingham and
Mr.. Dickson, who'd either on 'em have
given a good price for him! And the
most aggravating thing about it is that
Elder Dusenbury has sold 'em his six
year-old lame gobbler; and that every
one That tackles him will think it's the
Sultan, and my turkeys will lose their
reputation.
81 declare, now, Miss Margery, the
idee just strikes me that the Sultan is
just the turkey for you. 1t would please
me fust rate for you to have the best
bird in my lot. You must wear out a
sight of wings adjusting, you're so neat;
and the Sultan's are Strong enough to
last year. III throw off shillin',
seeing it's you, and take half out in
dicker. One thing came round fur was
to get all the sweet majorum you can
spare. There's allus call for it about
this season.
Margery had stood, while the old man
was talking, beneath the little porch,
whose pillars had been lifted out of the
ground by the strong old vines that
twisted about them in such snaky con-
tortions. An amused smile had flick
cred on her face as she listened. "But,
Bina," she expostulated, "the Sultanis
entirely too large for a Thanksgiving
dinner for only poor little me-"
81 didn't know but you might have
company" suggested Bina. s'The old
people from the Town House haven't
had regular Thanksgiving dinner since
the one you gave them"
"Mrs. Dusenbury told me-" replied
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