The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1898-11-22

chased for his own dinner brought up
into the very parlor that he may place
it in "odious comparison beside the
small fry in 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 Ai.ssiickI'srcfusai to accept the
wizened bird is more politely veiled.
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 Job 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 "fiver'' to
start on, a little fat turkey is on the
table before her, awaiting it's 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 youi
And you We come to take dinner with
us, haven't you? Did you meet PlantF
No? He went to fetch you over half an
hour ago. Let me have your basket and
your hat and your gloves
"Thank you, my niece. think I'll
stay. It all depends, though"
"And how does 'Paradoxides Tessini'
get on, sir?"
''Famously, Mrs. unanimously
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, I sup
pose I should say-but oolite of the
jurassic!"
Indeed, sir. Well, I'm glad I'm not
in the mussel shell 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 you
Why, what a feast we'll have, to be
surel I'm awfuAy hungry, and I'll con.
fess to you not, 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 giihwing the bones. But
now we're all fixed for luxurious re-
past, and, oh, Uncle Job, don't yor
want to chop up this onion for me? Tn
SO tired Of weeping, and onions always
affect me SO deeply.
"Tears have forgotten the way to m,
eyes, Give me the chopper.
"There's the bowl, and there's
Plant"
'Tisn' fair, " smiles the newcomer
holding out his hands to the gratefu
warmth Of the little kitchen stove
YOU'RE witch. Upon which particu
lar broomstick did you fetch him in m,
absence, Nan?''
ga turkey brought him. See, here
is, twin to ours. and just in time t.
be stuffed"
"Hooray for us-a tandem teaml T.
be strictly candid, Nan, meant to ca
the turkey brought home all myself
Now you can have taste. -Four drum
sticksl Uncle Job, if do have weak
ness for anything besides Nan it's''-
"What's this? Plant-look-look-
lookl''
Louder than her cries of wondermen
is the noisy downfall of the strange COZ
tents of that little turkey. Silver dish
clatter and jingle and chink upon th
pine table over the echoing tinware, th
iron pans, the dough board, the foe
itself, and, as if demented with thei
sudden liberty, the big round coins 6
rolling off into this corner, that corner
under table, chair and stovel
How many broad silver dollars ths
gaunt fowl holds the astonished youn
people cannot tell, but to their widel
opened eyes it seems little fortun
and Uncle Job thinks himself amply r.
paid when two happy children kne
beside him and fall to caressing him
they weep, and the tears are not boz
of the chopped onions in his lap-the
are bona fide tears of pure joy.
And afterward, when it comes to pa
that the profits that accrue from ii
enormous sales of the new textbook a
all made over to the little bride al
Mrs. Nan is accounted almost as wealth
as the regretted Gwendolin, Mrs. To
allows John to turn the horses nos
toward the five roomed cottage to whit
: an addition is being built for Unc
Jobs especial use, and in her gent
daughter-in. laws little best room ca
: humble pie very prettily. leaving
message for her son that, to him, brin
: heaven itself into the dining ROOF
3 when at dusk, through the sweet air
budding spring, he comes and tax
his place at the supper table opposi
1 his wife. ~------.-s--
, "But we owe all our happiness to y
7 all to you, dear, dear unclel For u
! less you had come to our aid and play
8 fairy godfather we should yet be as pc
y as-as'-
"Job's turkey" suggests the profe
: or.-Detroit Free Press.
' The Thanksgiving Pessimist.
"What have l got to be thankful Fl
: Guess the Lord isn't bothering hims
: much about me, and won't trouble b
> with my thanks
These are the folks with whom thir
10 always go wrong.-New York Press.
h
Fall Into Lines
y Get ready for Thanksgivin-jest set your ia
Is fine,
ia An put the finest crock'ry out an make the
= yer shine.
No matter how the country goes-jest ca
y the turkeys neck,
q An while the carvin's goin on be THANK
you're on deck.