Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1898-11-19

| "Your tone of voice would suggest
that you hadn't the dearest little wife
in the world to be thankful for Shame
upon you, my nephew There, I'm not
q rich man, as rich men go, but take
this bill to Nan and tell her it's from
her Uncle job.
| Late upon this same afternoon Pro-
fessor Altick. basket ON arm, goes from
greengrCcer to butcher shop, intent
upon his purchase Of Thanksgiving
turkey. The fowl he means to buy he
will offer to his nephews in turn, feel
ing sure that he who accepts it will no
doubt ask him to share their dinner, be
it Tom, Dick or Harry or Toms dis.
obedient son. With an unmistakable
grin of amusement the dealer in poultry
places very thin, very poor, very blue
about the breastbone, low priced tur.
key in Uncle Jobs basket.
| Early Thanksgiving morning the old
professor starts out through the cold,
uncertain sunlight that shines fitfully
through the riffs Of hurrying, wind
swept clouds, and, basket ON arm, finds
his way to Thomas Altick's elegant
| uOaiO. liz IliiSS anu 10 duuillt6u
GOOD morning, Uncle Job. Any
thing can do for You this morning?"
| "No, Thomas, thank you. It's some
thing l want to do for you. | CHANGED
to remem Der it was Thanksgiving-very
odd indeed, my remembering it-and
bought you turkey. Will you have it,
| Thomas?" and out comes the old gentle
mans sad little specimen of the genus
meleagris gallopavo
1t is too much for Tom Altick With
a laugh that fetches Mrs. Tom quickly
from an adjoining room and provokes
her to join in it's hearty roulades he
declines the poor fowl with thanks with
a sarcasm yelled SO lightly that the ugly
features of rude and insolent nature
shine full upon poor Uncle Job.
| Quietly he replaces the turkey within
the basket, quietly he takes his hat and
gloves, and as quietly, with a brief
"good day he leaves the house of his
nephew Thomas.
AS for Richard Altick, he ''roars
alnain" and has the turkey he has pur
chased for his own dinner brought up
into the very parlor that he may place
it in tedious comparison" beside the
small fry in Uncle Jobs basket. Again
rebuffed, the old gentleman bids Mrs.
Dick and her laughing husband coed
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 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, I'm.
Gle. Job has given them "fiver" 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
And you've come to take dinner with
u.s. haven't you? Did you meet Plant
} No! He went to fetch you over half al
hour ago. Let me have your basket ano
your hat and your gloves--there"
"Thank you, my niece l think I'll
| stav r. all danands thnuoh -
"And how does 'Paradoxides Tessini
get on, STRIP
"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, sup
pose l should say-but oolite of the
jurassic!"
"lndeed, 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 glade"
Honestly glad"
"Glad enough to accept this little
turkey as an addition to your repast?"
ooh, Uncle Job, how, lovely of you
Why, what feast we'll have, to be
sure! I'm awfully hungry, ar1 II con
fess to you now, sir, that fllt as if
could eat the entire turkey Plant brought
home myself l wouldn't tell him the
whole truth. but was afraid he'd fine
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
, clears have forgotten the way to my
J eyes. Give me the chopper"
"There's the bowl, and there's
Plant.
'Tisn't fair" smiles the newcomer
holding out his hands to the grateful
. warmth of the little kitchen stove
) "You re witch. Upon which particu
i lar broomstick did you fetch him in m.
absence, Nam"
ga turkey brought him. See, here i
is, twin to ours and just in time tt
be stuffed"
"Hooray for us-a tandem teaml II
| be strictly candid Nan / meant to ca