The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1904-11-20

seat over four or ave at once. Oh.
Harry. but"
But all we've got to do is to buy a
longer CLOTH" he sleepily replied.
That's so. Why didn't think OF it?
You are just the cleverest man in this
world, and I'm not going to worry any
more"
But she did. Next day she discov-
cred that she only had knives and
forks for six. 1t was the some with
dining-room chairs. 1t was the same
with the after-dinner coffee cups and
several other things. and she had wept
for an hour when Harry came home
and suggested that the way out of the
difficulty was to buy or borrow For
ten days before Thanksgiving there
were rehearsals every evening. That
is, pictures were taken down and re-
hung, the table set, an imaginary COM
pany assembled, and host and hostess
went through their parts until it was
certain that there could be no failure.
Meanwhile, the turkey had by no
means been forgotten. On the con-
trary, he had really been the main
issue, and the other matters mere tam
gents. 1t had never been a question
between turkey, goose or duck. 1t had
been turkey from the first-a fat young
turkey Weighing from ten to twelve
pennds-a turkey stuffed with oysters
and done brown and carved after the
rules laid down by the worlds greatest
chefs.
They had talked, sung and dreamed
| of turkey, and on the sly each had con-
suited poulterers and butchers days
| and days in advance. From a natural
| history taken from the public library
| they read up on the habits OF the bird,
and they smacked their lips in unison
over the concluding words: And the
| turkey is probably the finest eating of
any of the domestic fowl than can be
named"
Up to five days before Thanksgiving
there had not been a word of disa-
| greement or the slightest friction.
| Then came a cloud. The young wife
| argued that the turkey should be
bought that very day and placed in the
refrigerator. A bird in the box was
worth two in the butcher shop. The
| market might go up, or all the tur
keys in the country fly off to Canada
to be roasted. She would be on the
safe side. Every hour or two, until
| he was wanted for the over she would
| look in on the bird and see that he
| had not escaped, and he would be a
| prize to exhibit to any Of her friends
| dropping in.
The husband, on the contrary, held
that the turkey should be left alive
| till the last day. He would be gaining
fat and juiciness all the time, and
would have the flavor of aSfresh-pick-
| ed peach when ready for Ne table.
Rats, germs or microbes might get
after him even amidst the ice, and the
! thought was not to be entertained.
When the husband had called his
wife's attention to the fact that his
| grandfather had once run a turkey
ranch, and that he himself had been
talking turkey since he was ten years
old, the wife gave in and the next
| question came up.
Who should order this bird? The
| wife contended that she should. 1t
was not only her privilege as a house,
| wife, but the butcher would naturally
give a wife a greater choice and a
finer bird than he would a husband.
She could elicit a positive guarantee
| from him as to age, conduct, fairness
and tenderness, while he would GER
| tainly seek to work off most any old
bird, of most any age and condition,
on an innocent-looking young hus-
band. 1t would be selected the day
before Thanksgiving, with positive
and unalterable orders for delivery
next morning at sharp 9 o'clock. BY
10 O'Clock he would be in the oven,