Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1898-11-24

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into the very parlor that he may place
it in "odious comparison" beside the
small fry i'll Uncle Jobs basket. Again
rebuffed, the old gentleman bids Mrs
Dick and her Laughing husband good
day and finds his way to the house Of
the youngest of his three nephews.
1t is the same thing over again, save
that Henry Altick s refusal to accept the
wizened bird is more politely yelled
Gentle Mrs. Harry even makes furtive
little signs of acceptance to her 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 dob to take his wares
to other marts
Through Mans kitchen door comes
the sweet sound of her singing. Plan
tagenet has found new position, Un-
Gle Job has given them 'tfiver" to
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'll
And you've come to take dinner with
as, haven't you? Did you meet Plant?
No! He went to fetch you over half an
hour ago. Let me have your basket and
your hat and your gloves-therel'
.'Thank you, my niece. | think I'll
| stay It all depends, though.
And how does 'Paradoxides Tessini
get on. sir?
AFamously, 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-hut oolite of the
| iurassier'
'slndeed, sir. Well, I'm glad I'm not
in the mussel she'll state of evolution,
and 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 youi
Why, what feast we'll have, to be
surel I'm awfully hungry, and II 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 a 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 tho bowl. and there S.
Plant
'Tisn' fair, smiles the newcomer,
holding out his hands to the grateful
warmth of the little kitchen stove.
"You re u witch. Upon which partieu-
lar broomstick did you fetch him in my
absence, Nan?'
"A turkey brought him. See here il
is. q twin to ours, and just in time tC
be stuffed
.Hooray for us--a tandem teaml Tt
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
aWhat's this? Plant--look--look
look r
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 tinwaTe. tht
iron pans, the dough board, the flool
itself, and, as il demented with theil
sudden liberty, the big round coins gt
rolling off into this corner, that corner.
under table, chair and stovel
How many broad silver dollars thai
gaunt fowl holds the astonished youns
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 knee
beside him and fall to caressing him al
they weep, and the tears are not borI
of the chopped onions i'll his Iap-they
are bona iide tears of pure JOY.
And afterward. when it comes to pas
that the profits that accrue from th'
enormous sales of the new textbook arr
| all made over to the little bride ant
| 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 Uncl,
Jobs especial use, and in her gentl,
daughter-in law s little lest room eat
humble pie very prettily, leaving ;
message for her son that, to him, bring
heaven itself into the dining room
when at dusk, through the sweet air O
budding spring, he comes and take
his place at the supper table opposit
his wife
'sBut we owe all our happiness to 20,
--all to you, dear, dear unclei For un
less you had come to our aid and playet
fairy godfather we should yet be as poo
| as--as -
Jobs turkey suggests the profess
or. Detroit Free Press.
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