Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1904-11-21

chief, with evident relief, that's done.
I'm goin' in now. Patsy, you keet
EN- behavin lone, don't you pinch
nobody"
Minervy and Philip Lattimer went
! in together. Philip Lattimer was
oddly resentful toward the small, brisk
little figure. That chit of child go
ing to buy the biggest turkey of them
all! She was wizened and shabby
very shabby. The whole little tribe
out there was very shabby. Didn t
look as if the lot of 'em together ever
ate whole drumstick in their lives.
And here was their governor general
marching in here to buy a costly tur-
key-the turkey Philip Lattimer
wanted.
The proprietor fastened forward
rubbing his palms together. "Ah, Mr..
Lattimer-glad to see you, sir. All
what can I do for you today?"
"Wait on the child first" Philip Lat
timer said, briefly, standing back for
the little shabby figure to advance.
Minervy felt about nervously in the
pockets of her dress, and produced a
few pennies. She held them out in
! her little open hand
81 want them with O. meat" she
piped, Importantly. ''The kind that's
cheap, with bone an gristle in, you
know Tiff you could put in quite
a hunk" she added, rather wistfully.
When the bundle was ready she
trudged away with it contentedly. In
utter amazement Philip Lattimer fol-
lowed her to the door,
'I've got him in here" announced
the commander-in-chief to her little
troops outside. Nov We'll go along
home an cook him. Come on
But suddenly her eyes flashed indig-
nantly Salome was looking up at the
great bird on the line wistfully.
"S'lome Bemis, amt you ashamed
Didn't I say, 'twouldn't be no fair to
look afterwards? I'm Disappointed in
you; yes, am! What's the good O.
maxim b'lieve if you amt fair?"
Minervys shrill voice was tremulous
with growing wrath. Slome, di-
minished and ashamed, caught up the
baby and hid her face behind his mop
of soft hair. "T didn't look, Minervy,''
cried Patsy pinching Salome's arm
viciously 81 never"
"Nor me neither" trilled little Girls
sci, turning her back resolutely to the
display of turkeys. me neid," piped
Cornwally.
All! Philip Lattimer turned back in
to the market slowly. Now he under
stood the little tableau. The shabby
children were making believe. A make
believe Thanksgiving-we what was
his Thanksgiving to be but that? He
smiled bitterly, bitterly.
"I'll send it right up, sir-right up
the proprietor was saying blandly
in his ear. He heard him distantly as
if he were far off in another world,
or in a dream. cts a fine bird, Mr..
Lattimer, the biggest one on the
street. You're in luck to find it here
as late as this. Only came in this
morn"
do you know anything about that
ChAlu! 1uC0IIupC0u In1l1p LdII1m0T )
crisp tones.
"Child-child, sir?" questioned tnt
man in perplexity
eyes, yes; the child who bought the
turk-the lump of meat a few minutes
ago."
"Oh-ah-yes; that little beggar. No
I don't know-hi, Jim, ever see that lit
tie scrub that was in here jest now
buyin' scrap meat?"
Jim laughed easily
"See her every mornin' an night
Lives 'longsider me. Mas died an
there's whole raft O. young uns. Pas
wiper down to the yards-he's in the
horspital. Got pretty nigh wiped
QUIT"
The proprietor turned to his custo-
mer with wave of his hand. "Thero
you have it, sir-whole story" he
smiled.
Eyes, yes-the whole story repeat
ed Philip Lattimer, absently. Already