The Butler weekly times. (Butler, Mo.) 1881-1918, 1900-11-29

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Job was very thoughtful as he
| drove his flock homeward that even
ing. wishing Uncle David and Aunt
Crissy could have a turkey for their
Thanksgiving dinner Why, every
body ought to have one, To Job 5
mind. there could be no Thanksgiv-
ing without turkey. He had not
thought about it before, but he re-
nembered that the old people did
not possess a fowl ofany description.
Job arrived at the farm house later
than usual, receiving il sound sco!d-
| ing and was given an extra amount
OF work before going to bed. Here
! t0f0rp, after he had gone to bed he
! would lie there thinking OF the things
! he would buy with the turkey money
the new books with enchanting
stories and pictures which he meant
! to cover 50 carefully. and. well, he
! didn't know what else he would buy.
! But to night visions OF the two old
eople would come between him and
| the long cherished books. Next
morning he awoke with n feeling Of
! depression, and a. Mrs Gray eX-
pressed il, lust moped about. In
the afternoon he went To the post
office window in which was framed II
-ympathe face and asked: Any
mail for Us, or Uncle David?'
The little postmistre9~ was Jobs
friend, and she saw something was
amiss, and ere long knew his secret
aud respected him for it.
That evening when Job went for
the turkeys, the old people were out
watching for him. but he only waved
his hand feebly and passed ON. He
fancied the look of disappointment
on their dear old faces, and he hur-
ried along, anxious to get out of
their sight. He climbed upon the
fence and decided to give the matter
a good thinking. The pen OF lob
historian is too feeble to portray the
mighty struggle which followed, but
suffice it to say that, in theeD sym
plthy for Uncle David and Aunt
Crissy triumphed. and Job leaped
down from his perch and ran breath
lessly to the little cottage, his face
glowing with delight.
"Howdy do, Uncle David: howdy,
Aunt Crissy,. he exclaimed, almost
hugging them. Il amt got II min
ute hardly this evenin', but to-mOr-
row I'm comm early an stay long
time. Won't that big turkey make
Il big Thanksgivin' dinner for some
body. Well, I've got to 20 Aunt |
Crissy was stulIing his pockets with |
cookies while Uncle David looked de
on.
1t lacked but two days until |
Thanksgiving, and job, after chat |
with the old people he drove the
flock home for the last time He pic
tured the astonishment and delight |
of the old people when they heard |
the big turkey ''gobble-gobble" i'll
their front yard early Thanksgiving
He had the very string
with which to tie him and the blue
ribbon and card which the little post
mistress Ia delighted confidanteD had |
given him to tie around the turkey
neck. On the card, in crarnped,
boyish hand. was written:
ITO Uncle David and Aunt Crissy. |
from yore Friend Job.
Job was glad when they sent him
away instead of having him assist in
the slaughter of the turkeys. That
night Mrs. Gray said to him,
What do you think Your turkey
Job" she asked, suddenly.
He set down his glass OF milk trem-
"W-what. II mean ma ann
stammered he.
You'd better say ma am to me, "
she snapped, giving him cuff on
the ear Il said what do You think
your big turkey weighed, blockhead. "
"Oh, Mrs. Gray, you didn't kill
him, did vou?" sobbed little Job.
We'll, what is the matter with the
child? OF course killed him. you
didn't suppose we'd keep him till he
got as old as Methusler,'
But he was mine, cried job.
Now job, YOU hain't got a mite OF
sense. said you might claim him,
and I'm goin' to git You a pair of