Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-11-28
A DINNER THAT WALKED OFF.
BY OLIVE THORNE.

fashioned house, where pies and cakes
were made by the quantity.
Then, while she was out Of the kitchen
moment, Margery, in frolic with
puss, had upset the churn with its load
Of cream all over the snow-white floor.
That made plenty of extra work but
the browning disaster was to find, when
she went to the pantry for the beans she
intended to bake, that bottle of brandy
that she had kept last summer to battle
her ankle, which she had sprained in
falling down the cellar-stairs, had been
upset.
1t stood far out Of the way on the top
shelf, but, unfortunately, the dish Of
beans was directly under it, and the
brandy had dripped over them, soaking
them so thoroughly that it was not pos
sible to use them.
But the worst was yet to come. On
finding the beans ruined, she simply
emptied them into the pail which stood
at the kitchen door, and, washing her
hands, set to work to knead her big pan
of puffy bread-dough.
Now the kitchen-door opened into a
woodshed, and the ash-pail, with the
beans on top, was supposed to be safe
enough; but, unfortunately, on this
special afternoon, the outside door was
ajar.
The beans had not been there long be-
fore the turkeys came around to be fed.
as usual and one of them, of a prying
disposition, noticed the open door, and.
probably remembering the good things
that came out Of the door, quietly
hoped on the step and walked in.
Nothing to be Seen but piles Ct wood
for the season, now getting severe, and
-yes-a pail with something in it.
"Ah that looks good; I'll try it,
thought the curious turkey Ono doubt.
She did tryi it, and, not being sensitive
In either taste or smell, she never stopped
trying it until she had swallowed all the
top ones, soaked In brandy, and then
turned to go.
The effect was sad.
Her head whirled around, it is sup
posed; at any rate. her legs refused to
hold her up, and she fell to the ground
insensible.
Half an hour later, Hannah went out
for more wood to replenish her fire, and
in the gathering darkness stumbled over
the turkey still lying there.
A glance at the fowl, to see that she
was not outwardly hurt, and another at
the pail, told the shameful story.
Here's fine bit o. work !" exclaimed
Hannah, turning the limp turkey over.
"The idiot has gone and killed herself
entirely with those beans I'd like to
know who left open that door! Well,
well, I want a turkey for Thanksgiving,
and this one died by accident, and its
meat will be as good as though I'd
wrung her neck"
So muttering and grumbling to her
self, after fixing her fire, she attacked
the turkey, for, though she was some
times cross, she was always economical,
and she knew no questions would be
asked as to how it came to its end, pro-
vided it was fat, and was roasted well.
In few minutes, she had the feathers
of, except those on the wings and tail,
and she laid the picked turkey on q
bench to cool, shutting the door to keep
out the cat while she finished some other
work.
Meantime, tea-tin1e arrived the fam
lily came home, and were all at the table,
when the door burst open and Hannah
rushed in, evidently frightened out Of
her wits.
go, Mr.. Winslow, she cried, "there's
something in the woodshed all in
white, and it ran after me when I went
for some wood, and I daren't go out
there, if you PLACE -
NAL had got in, left the table, and, arm
ing himself with the poker as he passed
through the kitchen, threw open the
door.
Silence and darkness only.
Yet in moment came an audible
rustling on the woodpile, and an indis-
tinct glimpse of something white.
Bring the light, Hannah - called
Mr.. Winslow and, taking a candle from
her trembling hand, he led the way to
the strange object.
&C. It's a white-why, no, it isn't p he
interrupted himself, as he drew nearer
to the futtering, frightened thing. cts
1 declare, it's picked turkey Where
on earth"
GA picked turkeyt' screamed Han
nah. "Sure, and can it be the one I
picked myself this evening has come to
life? ?"
"How did you kill it?' asked Mr..
Winslow.
81 didn't kill it at all. The botherin'
crater killed itself ating beans that got
soaked IN my brandy, and 1 had to stop
my work and dress it before it cooled. %
'sWell, it evidently was not dead, -
said Mr.. Winslow; "but, now it's
dressed, you better cut off its head"
ooh no, papa!' cried Margery, who
stood on the steps. "Don't kill the
poor thing! I'll take care of it some
how"
but it'll freeze, DEAR" said papa,
going back into the kitchen.
"No, I'll fix it up; I'll make it some
thing to wear. Please let me p pleaded
Margery, earnestly.
"Well, don't care, child" said her
father, laughing. "Do as you like.
and dress it up. I want q fat gobbler.
and not fve-pound hen-turkey, for
Thanksgiving"
After some trouble, the shlvering,
naked turkey was caught and carried in
to the warm kitchen. It was carefully
wrapped In an old skirt for the night.
and tied into basket.
The astonished creature rebelled and
fought against the indignity of wearing