The evening herald. [volume] (Shenandoah, Pa.) 1891-1966, 1891-11-07
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81 am going to tend to that myself"
said Mrs, Brigham quickly.
"But can get 1t just as we'll; I'm 60
ing right by there"
81 don't want you to get it," she as.
serted. "When l eat chicken, want
something can put my teeth in" And
hard look came into her face.
He colored mp at once.
"What do you mean by thst?"
"Just what 1 say" she explained, set.
ting her teeth together.
"Do you mean to say I don't know
how TO pick out ohickenT he angrily
demanded.
"I do"
"Well, I can just tell you, Mary Ann
Brigham that know more about chick
ems in one minute than you could ever
find out in a lifetime; and, Furthermore,
| am going TO buy that chicken, if one ia
fsT5 n9TGEt the 6s tsb,5i sll in Nth thbE his s3 3sf
"And ! tell you, John Joyce Brig.
ham" she cried "that you don't know
any more how TO pick out good chicken
than an unweaned mud turtlej and if
you bring chicken i'll this house it will
20 out again quicker'n 1t come in; and
you can put that in your pipe an smoke
it as soon as you want to-"
"Whose house is this, want to know?
he fercely demanded.
She frankly replied at once:
u suppose it belongs to fat head
idiot with a wart on his nose. But a
woman who knows a spring chicken
from hump back camel is running the
establishments; and as long as she does
he can't bring no patent leather hens
here to be cooked
you'll see what I'll dol" he yelled;
/ and he pulled his coat on and jammed
his cap ON his head, with the forepiece
over his left ear.
"You bring a chicken here if you think
best, Mister Brigham" she replied.
"You see if don'tw he growled, as he
passed out and slammed the door behind
! him.
That evening there was a nice, fine
chicken in the pantry; bat he didn't
bring it, Perhaps he forgot to get his.
Dinner came the next day. Mr. Brig
ham took his seat at the table az usual,
but it was evident that he intended mis-.
chief. Mrs. Brigham filed plate with
chicken, mashed potatoes and boiled
onions. 1t was a tempting dish emit
ting a delicious aroma. She passed it to
Mr.. Brigham He did not look toward it.,
Brigham" said she, "here's your
plate"
II don't want any chicken" he said,
looking nervously around the room.
"Are you going to eat that chicken, -
she demanded in voice Of low intensity.
"No, amt. Wooh! ouch! oohl"
She had sprung to her feet in flash,
reached over the table, caught him by
the hair and had his face burrowing in
the dish Of hot onions. 1t was done sc
quickly that he had no time TO save him.
self, and barely time TO give utterance
to the agonizing exclamations which fol
lowed upon his declaration.
care you going TO eat that chicken
she hoarsely demanded,
"Lemme upr he screamed.
She raised his head from the dish and
jGmmed it on the table.
"Jom Joyce Brigham, abe Missed be-
tween her set teeth, "this is a day sci
apart by the nation for thanksgiving and
praise. got that chicken to celebrate
this day, and / amt going TO have my
gratitude and devotion upset by such a
runt as you are. Now want to know
if you are going to eat that chicken like
, a Christian, or if you are going to cut
t up like rantankerous heather? AnsweI
, me at once or I'll jam your old skull
. into a jelly"
Y "I-rll eat itr he moaned.
Q Then she let him up and he took hil
+, plate, and one Thanksgiving meal al
+, least passed ad harmoniously.
: J. u. BAILEY.