Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1898-11-24

but ner interest was drOuseu Wien
Job came in on Thanksgiving morn
ing, and informed Miss Podd that the
young gobbler was not to be found.
i've looked high an low for i'm,
ma am; an he amt to be found no.
where's. I've my s'piciOns where he
went.
you have? Well, why don't you
come out an say what you think p
asked Miss Podd, irritably.
81 think he was stolen, ma am.
at looks like it, said Miss Podd.
can I've my s'picions who stole
i'm.
"Who ?"
"Well, met that oldest boy of the
Widow Deane's in the woods near
your barn last evening just at dusk an
he had a white an black turkey COB
bier slung over his shoulders. He
made off mighty fast when he saw me.
I never thought any thing about it un-
til I come to look up your turkey this
morning, and couldn't find him"
"And you amt seen my turkey
since you saw Joe Deane with COB
bier like mine on his back p
"No, ma am. The last l saw Of your
turkey was about 4 o'clock yesterday
afternoon when l see i'm goin' out to-
ward the timber back O the barn. It's
my opinion that the Deane boy swiped
that gobbler."
Miss Podd was in just the right
mood to be easily led to this same con-
clusion, and her wrath knew no bounds
when she had finally decided that Job
was correct in his surmise.
eyes" she said finally, "that boy
nabbed my turkey an he probably did
it out of pure spite. But then he had
a great uncle on the Deane side who
was once arrested for stealth an the
failin' has probl'y cropped out in
Thyrza's children. But she'll wish
she'd raised EN- better fore night. |
amt crossed her doorstep for most SIX
years, but I'll cross it today an tell
her to her face what think of this
performance. I'll tell her something
that'll make that turkey taste mighty
bitter in her mouth, now see if | don't.
It was a raw, cold and sunless day.
Miss Podd's anger had made her for
get that she was not feeling well, and
soon after noon she set forth from her
own snug and pretty home to visit the
far from attractive and comfortable
home in which her cousin lived.
There had been no money for repairs
of any kind on the Deane place and
Miss Podd relented very little bit
as she noted the forlorn aspect Of the
place. But she was determined to
carry through what she had underta-
ken. 1t was unlike the Podds to
swerve from any fixed resolution, and
Miss PodG's face wore a hard, grim,
resolute look as she knocked at the
Deane's back door.
"I'll face EN- when they're in the
very act of eatin' my turkey, she had
said to Job. I'll make that turkey
change from sweet to bitter in their
mouths"
Someone called out Come in, =" and
Miss Podd entered the Deane kitchen
inst as Mrs. Deane and her five chill
dren had seated themselves at a table
on which there was no sign Of tur-
key or Thanksgiving feast of any
kind. A plate of corned beef and a
dish of boiled potatoes were the chief
dishes on the table. Mrs. Deanes s
surprise when she saw who her caller
was was manifest in her face.
"Why-Cousin Phoebe !" she said.
Miss Podd's sharp eyes took in at
glance the poorly spread table and the
air of poverty the interior of the house
presented, and her first words were:
"Well, Thyrza Deane, is this the
best Thanksgiving dinner you're able
to have?"
"Yes, it is, Phoebe" J." said Mrs. Deane
with a blush. "It's so poor, Phoebe,
that I'm ashamed to ask you to share
it.
where's the turkey Joe brought
home last night y asked Phoebe.
1--WE sold it. 1t was one he earned
huskin corn all day for Andy Tetlow,
and we were too poor to keep it for
ourselves, so I dressed it and Joe took
it to town after dark last night and
exchanged it for things we needed
more than we needed the turkey"
There was silence in the room for a
moment and then Miss Podd burst out
impetuously;