Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1904-11-17
Jean c. Hdrez.

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chief, with evident relief, that's done
NJ goin in now Patsy, YOU kees
EN- behavin -S'lome, don't you pinch
nobody"
Minervy and Philip Lattmer 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 EN- together ever
ate whole drumstick In their lives
And here was their governor general
marching in here to buy costly tur
key-the turkey Philip Iattimer
wanted.
The proprietor FASTENED forward,
rubbing his palms together. "Ah. Mr.
Lattimer-glad to see YOU sir All
what can 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 neryously in the
pockets of her dress, and produced a
few pennies. She held them out in
her little open hand.
Il want them wuth o meat, she
piped, importantly. THE kind that's
cheap, with bone an gristle in, you
know. Tiff you could put in quite
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.
"Ive got him in here" announced
the commander.in-chief to her little
troops outside. Now We'll go along
home an cook him. Come OH"
But suddenly her eyes flashed indig-
nantly. Salome was looking up at the
great bird on the line wstfully.
IS lone Bemis, amt you ashamed?
Didn't | say, wouldn't be no fair to
look afterwards? I'm Disappointed in
YOU; yes, | am What's the good o
maxim b'lieye II you amt fair"
Minervy's shrill voice was tremulous
With growing wrath. S'lome, di.
minished and ashamed, caught up the
baby and hid her face behind his mop
of soft hair. II didn't look, Mineryy,"
cried Patsy pinching Salomes arm
yiciously. Il never"
Nor me neither" trilled little Girls.
sci, turning her lck resolutely to the
display of turkeys. "Me neid, piped
Cornwally.
All! Philip I.attimer turned back in
to the market slowly Now he under.
stood the little tableau. The shabby
children were making believe. A make
believe Thanksgiving-well. what was
his Thanksgiving to be but that? He
smiled bitterly bitterly.
I'm send It right up, sir-right up"
the proprietor was saying blandiy
in his ear. He heard him distantly as
II he were far off in another world,
or in a dream. ITS fine bird, Mr..
Lattimer, the biggest one on the
street. You're in luck to find II here
Us late as this Only came In this
morn"
do you know anything about that
child?" interrupted Philip LattImer's
crisp tones.
"Child--child, sir" questioned IN,
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
don't know--hi, Jim, ever see that lit.
tie scrub that was IN here Jest now
buyin scrap meat?"
Jim laughed easily.
Sec her every mornin' an night
Lives longsider me. Mas died an
there's whole raft o. young uns. Pas
viper down to the yards-he's IN the
horspital. Got pretty nigh wiped
OUT"
The proprietor turned to his custo-
mer with wave OF bis hand. There,
you have IT, sir-whole story" he
smiled
Yes. yes-the whole story" repeat
ed Philip Lattimer absently. Already