The Monmouth inquirer., 1898-12-08

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stands knocking outside the door.
why, Uncle Job. how nice Of you'll
i And you've come to take dinner with
us, haven t your Did you meet Plant2
No? He went to fetch you over half an
hour ago. Let me have your basket and
your hat and your gloves-theren
/ "Thank you, my niece think I'll
stay. 1t all depends, though.
And how does .Paradoxides Tessini'
get on, sir?"
"Famously, Mrs. Nan-famously
shall yet live to show old Herr Won
Leimstein that what he chooses to call
muschelkalk Of the triassic period is
nothing upon earth-or in earth, | sup
pose | should say-but oolite Of the
jurassicl''
Indeed, sir. Well, I'm glad I'm not
in the mussel shell state Of evolution,
and am also glad chat you have come
to dinner dear professor. =
Honestly glads"
Honestly glad.
"Glad enough to accept this little
turkey as an addition to your repast?'
''Oh, Uncle Job, how lovely of you
Why, what feast we'll have, to be
surei I'm awfully hungry, and I'll con-
fess to you now, sir that felt as if ]
could eat the entire turkey Plant brought
home myself. wouldn't tell him the
whole truth, but / was afraid he'd find
it out by my gnawing the bones But
now we're all fixed for luxurious re-
past, and, oh, Uncle Job, don't you
want to chop up this onion for me? I'm
so tired of weeping, and onions always
affect me SO deeply. :
Tears have forgotten the way to my
eyes. Give me the chopper
There's the bowl, and there's
Plant. Z
g 'Tisn fair, smiles the newcomer,
holding out his hands to the grateful
warmth Of the little kitchen stove
= You re witch. Upon which particu-
lar broomstick did you fetch him in my
absence, Nan?"
"a turkey brought him. See, here it
is, twin to ours. and just in time to
be stuffed. =
"Hooray for us-a tandem team To
be strictly candid, Nan, meant to eat
the turkey / brought home all myself
Now you can have taste. Four drum
sticks Uncle Job, if do have weak
ness for anything besides Nan it's"
ssWhat's this? Plant-look-loo look
look T.
Louder than her cries of wonderment
is the noisy downfall Of the strange con-
tents of that little turkey. Silver disks
clatter and jingle and chink upon the
pine table over the echoing tinware, the
iron pans, the dough board the floor
itself, and, as if demented with their
sudden liberty. the big round coins go
rolling off into this corner, that corner,
under table, chair and stovei
How many broad silver dollars that
gaunt fowl holds the astonished young
people cannot tell, but to their widely
opened eyes it seems a little fortune.
and Uncle Job thinks himself amply re-
paid when two happy children kneel
beside him and fall to caressing him as
they weep, and the tears are not born
of the chopped onions in his lap--they
are bona fide tears of pure joy.
And afterward, when it comes to pass
that the profits that accrue from the
enormous sales of the new textbook are
all made over to the little bride and
Mrs. Nan is accounted almost as wealthy
as the regretted Gwendolin, Mrs. Tom
allows John to turn the horses noses
toward the five roomed cottage to which
an addition is being built for Uncle
Jobs especial use, and in her gentle
daughter-in- laws little best room eats
humble pie very prettily, leaving a
message for her son that, to him, brings
heaven itself into the dining room,
when at dusk, through the sweet air Of
a budding spring, he comes and takes
his place at the supper table opposite
his wife.
But we osve all our happiness to you
all to you, dear, dear uncIel For un
less you had come to our aid and played
fairy godfather we should yet be as poor
as-as
.Job's turkey" suggests the profess
or.-Detroit Free Press.