The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1885-11-20


Thanksgivin' Day. SEE /, fur muir
therin' oy her poor haste ov a paycock
an We wud have murdered her but
for me, SEE |. =
Barty looked as detected as anything
so small could well look, but he lifted
up his gruff little voice courageously.
.sShure I nivver knew that cray
thur could be a paycock widout tail
at all, at all he said piteously, IAN
seen it warn't MANN any harrum /
was, an the HART ov me quite broke
intoirelY, an me mither's-a we not
havin' anythin' barrin' praties for our
Thanksgiyin' dinner, shure ye mott
lave me off, Miss Appleby, mum-an'
shure I'll niyver come where hear the
voice ov paycock agin. -
Aunt Doxy was SO happy to have her
dear Princess restored that she could
blame no one. .sNeyer mind, Barty,
you needn't feel badly" she said.
ssYou shall have the turkey / promised
you; fine, fat one, and all ready for
the oven. But, oh, DEAR" she ex-
claimed, ''if only hadn't written that
letter.
Barty's woe-begone look gave place
to a beam of happiness; but as he and
his mother went off with a fine turkey
in the big basket he still protested that
"shure it was not right basic at all,
at all, that pertinded to be paycock
an had MT no iligint tail-feathers,
Aunt Doxy was still bemoaning her
sad mistake when Martha Washington,
who felt that perhaps she was some
what to blame in the matter, came in
with letter.
''Oh, dear, is it the answer?n said
Aunt Doxy.
''Reckon not, Miss Doxy, it done
come froo de post-offis, replied Mar
tina Washington, scanning it closely.
Pears like it might be from Miss
Sarah Wilm elmina"
"Oh! oh!' cried Aunt Doxy, as she
read the letter, 'swhat do you suppose
Sarah Wihelmina says? She says that
Mrs. Gracey knows the people in the
cottage very well, and that she con-
graduates me on having such delight
full neighbors. They are Mr.. A.,
the celebrated artist. and his family;
and Mrs A is the daughter of my
old minister, DR.. Forristall, who is
going to spend Thanksgiving with
himr'
Aunt Doxy dropped the letter in
her lap. "Oh, that letter, that dread
full letter." she said. "What must they
think of meP"
But now Thaddy looked up suddenly
from a thoughtful consideration of the
yellow kittens eyes.
"Are you sorry you wrote it, Aunt
Doxy; true as you live, and never do
so againP" he asked, solemnly, 'sand
would you be little easy on fellow
tiff an accident had happened to
that letter."
"Why, Thaddeus, what do you meanP
Tell me instantly cried Aunt Doxy.
"Well," confessed Thaddy, .'you see,
before [ rang the bell at the cottage
Rupert asked me to play with him, and
we went out to the grove back of the
house, and he was making a kazoo on
comb and wanted piece Of paper,
and so / pulled that letter out of my
pocket, without thinking what it was
and tore it up and I'm awful sorry,
| but
''Thaddy, it was very, very wrong
of you to be SO careless and disobe-
dent, said Aunt Doxy; 'sbut this time
| do believe it was an interposition of
Providence"
And soon another letter was dis
patched to the cottage, and Aunt Doxy
followed it with an invitation to din
ner. And Mr. A and Mrs. A
and Rupert and Marguerite all came
up from the cottage, and SO did DR..
Forristall. And so it came to pass that
they had a jolly Thanksgiving at Pine
Hill Farm after all And Barty O'Flan-
igan had his turkey, too. = Sophie
SaOett, IN st. Nicholas.