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

What Became of Aunt Doxy's
Letter Of Remonstrance.
"What do you wish, Barty O'Flani-
ganP"
Miss Sarah Wilhelmina Appleby put
her head ont at the window and spoke
rather impatiently.
Barty O'Flanigan was small boy
with big basket and bigger voice,
while his brogue was something won
derful to hear
4" It's the foine fat turkey the mis-
tress is afther promisin' me fur me
Thanksgivin' I'm wantin'," replied
Barty. "Shure, didn't ketch her ould
horse as was afther runnin' away, an
hould him till the arrums iv me was
broke intirelyP An SEE the mistress to
me, SEE she, 'Barty, seq she, come up
an take your pick iv me foine fat turr-
keys fur your Thanksgivin dinner
SEE she. An it's here | am, Miss, be
the same token"
Miss Sarah Wilhelmina remembered
her aunt's promise. ''But Tim has
gone to the station" she said. you'll
have to come again when he can catch
one for you"
An why couldn't l ketch it me-
self, an me mother waitin' to pluck
the feathers aft it, an the MISTRESS
sayin' ! could have me pickP" queried
Barty insinuatingly.
don't know whether YOU could
catch one, Barty; you're SO small"
said Sarah Wilhelmina doubtfully.
~" The legs ov me is long," said Barty,
displaying them with pride, IAN 1 can
ketch anything at all, so me mother
sez-barrin' the maysles."
Now Sarah Wilhelmina was in a
hurry, for she was going away to spend
Thanksgiving; and Martha Washington
was down cellar and Nancy had gone
on an Grand
81 know Aunt Doxy wouldn't wish
him to be disappointed, she said to
herself and then she added aloud:
"Oh, well, Barty; you may catch one if
you can; all the turkeys are out in the
field; and with that Sarah Wilhel
NINA rushed off to her train, while
Barty betook himself to the field where
the doomed Thanksgiving turkeys were
enjoying the frosty November air.
/ Two hours afterward Miss EudoXia
Appleby, the mistress of Pine Hill
Farm, reached home with her small
niece, Rebecca Ellen, and her nephew
Thaddeus.
I'm almost sorry let Sarah Wilhel-
nina 60 said Aunt Doxv. SADLY.
''I'm afraid we shall have a very lonely
Thanksgiving"
AS they usually had very Jolly
Thanksgiving at Pine Hill Farm.
Becky and Thaddy grew sad also, and
Becky. looking wistfully out of the
window at little house at the foot of
the hill, said;
Better wife the people at the cot
tage; then t wouldn't be lonesome.
Aunt Doxy spoke severely, almost
sharply. Becky" she said, .'those
people in the cottage are not such as 1
approve of, and neither of you chill
dren must even 90 near the fence
Nobody in Cessbrook knew just what
to think of the cottage people, as
Aunt Doxy called them. They had
taken the little house in the early
spring and had added peaks and
gables and little piazzas to it, and had
painted it in red and olive and yellow,
until Aunt Doxy declared it dreadful
sight to see.
And she didn't like the looks of the
people any better. They wore fantastic
tinery and appeared as if they were al
ways going to fancy-dress ball. The
man who took care of their horse and
cow had been seen in Roman toga.
The lady of the house fed the chickens
in Mother Hubbard dress of sea-green
organdie, with poke bonnet ON her
head and ridiculous dove perched on
her shoulder. And the children--a boy
and girl of about the same ages as
Thaddy and Becky-looked like little
grandfather and grandmother who had
just stepped out of some old picture
frame-or SC Aunt Doxy thought She