The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1891-12-31
"What il the matter with v,

morning there was the greatest hula
baloo you ever heard. Molly's bag OF
money was gone from her chest, and
she was in Mysteries. The strangest
thing of all was, she always wore the
key Of the chest on a string around
her neck. and it never came off day OF
night. The key was in it's place, and
the chest locked as usual, but when
she opened it the money bag was gone.
"Who was here last night, Molly?''
asked pa.
1T was Terry" she screamed. "It's
him, the thafe, that's got my money
We counted it, and he says as how
there was enough to get married or
afther New Year. Have him arrested
Misther North, for the howly Vargin's
sake"
But how did he get the keys?" pa
asked.
"How can know?" she groaned. 81
had awful dhrames all night av walk.
in and climbin', and was that sore
this mornin'. He's got my money some
way" and then she began to howl
again.
Pa went to town, but sure enough
Mr.. O'Brien wasn't to be found, and
the man where he worked said he had
gone off on the north bound train, but
said he would be back in day or two.
| AN where did the dirthy thafe get
the money for his ticket" cries Molly,
swhin niver red clint did he have in
his pocket?'
Pa told her he had put the police on
his track, and that quoted her so she
managed to cook the dinner, but she
cried quarts between times.
| That was the day before New Year.
and after dinner grandma took us into
the pantry to see the things. Oh, l
couldn't begin to tell you what loads
of pies and cakes and fruits and
candies there were, but we hardly saw
anything for looking and wondering at
a monstrous turkey that hung from a
big hook in the ceiling. 1t was a
mammoth, and grandma said that old
as she was she had never seen any
thing like it. 1t was of big breed, to
| begin with, and had been fattening in
a coop for year.
| For two MONTHS" grandma said,
1.-The turkey has been fed on pecans
and walnuts. and just look at the fat!
If it isn't delicious, then I'm no judge
of a fine turkey"
Even Molly got up her spirits over
that turkey, and told US how she was
going to stuff it with trutf1es, and such
a gravy! After that she had another
crying spell, and took herself off to
| bed.
The next morning, after breakfast,
| she took the keys out of her pocket
! and started for the pantry. l went
| along, but she was ahead She opened
the door and gave little start and
cried out: "Where's the turkey?"
Sure enough, there was the hook, but
! no turkey. Molly looked on the
shelves, behind the barrels, and in
every nook and corner, as if the mice
could have moved that monster. Then
she says to me, looking as white as a
sheet:
Bob, run to the misthress and be
askin' her if she moved the turkey?"
THE tur~ey!" cries grandma, jump
ing up. What does that girl mean?
Has she lost her senses? Where should
the turkey be but in the pantry where
she hung it?'
VT isn't there, grandma" l said, and
then every body ran to the pantry. Molly
was sitting in chair, looking scared
to death, and gasping for breath.
Its gone! it's gomez she hollered,
jumping up and clapping her hands.
Its gone like my money! The door
was locked, and the key in my p ocket.
The window is barred, look! They
haven't been touched! Howly saints,
but it is bewitched the house is!''
Well, it was just as she said. Every
thing was in it's place, the ducks and
| geese and mutton, and not single pie
or cake had been touched. The thief,
whoever it was, only hankered for the
big turkey.
''But w no could have taken it?" says
grandma, looking hard at Molly. Il
don't suspect you, Molly, for you've
been with me for ten years, and I've
never missed pin. But did you have
visitors last night, and did you give
them peep at the turkey?"
"Me have VISITORS" Molly cried, land
me pore heart broke entirely at losin'
me money, and Terry's rascality. No,
ma'am, 1 cried, till the Shape came, and
then l dhramed av the turkey. Yes I
did, and it was alive and flynn and
runnin' afther it,
well, it's no use moaning" grand
ma said. She's a sensible old lady,
and she never cries over split milk
We'll 60 without any dinner if you
don't go to work, Molly. I'm sorry
about the turkey, but l reckon we
must make a shift without it. Where's
the sage and onions for the goose
stuffin'?'
"Here's the onions, ma'am, but
clean forgot the sage Yesterday when
Jim went to town for the things. But
I remember 1 have bag of sage in
my chist, l keeps for gargles. I'll run
and get it."
We heard her lum bering up the stairs
and around, and then she gave
screech which sent US up there in
hurry. There she was lying fiat on her
back, pounding her heels on the floor
and bowling and laughing like one of
the laughing hyenas you see in shows
''It's the turkey! the turkey!' she
howled, lin my chist, wropped in my
silk shawl the grandmother lift me-"
There it was, sure enough, wrapped
neatly in white silk shawl-Molly's
only piece of fnery.
Everyone looked at each other, and
grandma lifted MOllv's head and