The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1898-11-23

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into the very parlor that he may place
it in "odious comparison" beside the
small fry la Uncle Jobs basket. Again
rebuffed, the old gentleman bids Mrs.
Dick and her laughing husband good
4sy and finds his way to the house of
the youngest OF his three nephews.
IL is the same thing over again. save
that Henry Altick's refusal 10 accept the
wizened bird is more politely yelled.
Gentle Mrs Harry even makes furtive
little signs of acceptance 10 ner cour-
teous husband but that individual,
secretly enjoying the comical side OF
the affair too much TO notice the per-
force stealthy signals of his wife, al
lows poor Uncle Job TO take his wares
20 other marts
Through Mans kitchen door comes
the sweet sound of her singing. Plan
tagenet has found new position, I'm.
Gle Job has given them ''fiver" 60
start ON, little fat turkey is on the
table before her. awaiting its fragrant
dressing, and life has seemed brighter
this Thanksgiving morning than for
many day. So she sings with heart
growing lighter at each merry measure
and her song reaches Uncle Job, who
stands knocking outside the door.
"Why, Uncle Job, how nice of you
And you've come TO take dinner with
us, haven't you? Did you meet Plant?
No? He went Co fetch you over half an
hour ago. Let me have your basket and
your hat and your gloves-thereP'
THANK you, my niece. think I'll
stay. 1t all depends though. "
"And how does 'Paradoxides Tessini
get on, sir?'
"Famously, Mrs. Nan-famouslyi l
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, l sup
pose / should say-but oolite of the
jurassic!'
Indeed, sir. Well, I'm glad I'm not
in the mussel shell state of evolution,
and l am also glad that you have come
to dinner, dear professor.
Honestly glad?"
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
sure! 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 F"
Tears have forgotten the way to my
eyes. Give me the chopper"
"There's the bowl, and there's
Plant
'Tisn't fair, 4" smiles the newcomer,
holding out his hands to the grateful
warmth of the little kitchen stove.
"You re a witch. Upon which particu-
lar broomstick did you fetch him in my
absence, Nam"
"a turkey brought him. See, here it
is, a twin to ours, and just in time to
be stuffed. v
''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 its
What's this? Plant-look-look-
look''
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 &c
rolling off into this corner, that corner,
under table, chair and stovel
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 anC
Mrs. Nan is accounted almost as wealthy
as the regretted Gwendolin, Mrs. Ton
allows John to turn the horses nose:
toward the five roomed cottage to which
an addition is being built for Uncle
Jobs especial use and in her gentle
, daughter-in-law's little best room eat'
humble pie very prettily, leaving d
} message for her son that, to him, brings
heaven itself into the dining ROOM
when at dusk, through the sweet air o.
a budding spring, he comes and takes
his place at the supper table opposite
his wife.
but we owe all our happiness to yor
: all to you, dear, dear unclei For I'M
less you had come to our aid and played
J fairy godfather we should yet be as poo
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