The Wahpeton times., 1906-11-22

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across the barnyard fence to her
uetghbor. Mrs. Tripp. who said:
They're as fine lot o. turkeys as
ever sea Miss Podd, and you'd great
luck to do SO we'll with 'em. Turkeys
are dreadful hard things to raise.
Don't you think so:"
"Yes, they be; an I do'no as shall
ever try It again. They need SO much
eoddifn'" when they're little things an
dey eat SO much doubt If It pays
to bother with 'em, But thought I'd
try 1t once just to see how I come out,
and I didn't lose a single one. One
of EN- had the pips. too; but cod
dled It through all right"
"You'll sell some of 'em Thanksgiv.
ing time. I s'pose?"
"OA, yes; callate on selling all but
that young gobbler, an I'm goin' to eat
him. I'm short of grain and 1t won't
pay me to buy feed for lot of tur-
keys. They'd eat their heads of in
SIX weeks"
Eyes, I s'pose so. Who you goin' to
have for comr'ny Thanksgiving-?"
y amt quite sure yet; butSI guess
it won't be hard to git some one to
come In an help eat a plump. juicy
ssbbler like that"
NE, indeed. We're all goin' over to
Hebron to eat dinner with my hus-
bands sister. They're goin' to have a
big family reunion there. an sister
counts On havin' over forty to din.
1er."
ut must be nice to have that many
own folks" said Miss Phoebe, with a
sigh. "Here I amt got any kin at
all"
"There's your cousin Thyrza," said
Mrs. Tripp.
II don't count her as kim" said
Phoebe Podd coldly, and she manifest
ed her resentment of Mrs. Tripp's sug-
gestfon by turning about abruptly and
walking into the house, while Mrs
Tripp walked down the country road
toward her own home, saying to her.
self: "If ever there was a set piece
Phoebe POdd is one. There's nobody
CT earth she'd ought to have sand
she'd ought to have and she'd like to
have help her to eat that young gob-
her as Thyrza Deane and her boys.
but she'd die. Phoebe Podd would.
bef0re she'd own up to it."
Miss Podd lived ON a profitable lit
tie farm left to her by her parents,
who had also left her cash and stock
enough to make her one of the "best
Of women in the neighborhood in
which she lived. She lived alone,
with the exception of a hired man.
Miss Podd and her cousin Thyrza
had been more like sisters than cou.
sins In their intimacy until trifling
disagreement had resulted in their
esmplet eestrangement, and 1t had
been five years since they had spoken
to each other.
Mrs. Deane had become widow
during these FIVE years, and she had
been reduced from state of ease and
plenty to one of hardship and power.
u. But these facts had apparently
made no difference with Phoebe Podd,
fer she continued to utterly ignore the
existence of her cousin.
I'D like to see myself asking Thyr.
"A Deane and her young ones to come
end help me eat that turkey!" said
Miss Podd spitefully as she went into
her spotless kitchen and banged the
dsor behind her. "I've good mind
never to speak to Sarah Tripp again
for mentioning the name Of Thyrza
Deane to met"
Three days before Thanksgiving
Miss Podd engaged the services Of
Jane Gray, a woman who worked
est In the neighborhood, and the two
women dressed the entire flock of tur-
keys for market after Job, the hired
maa. had done duty as butcher.
The plump young gobbler alone was
spared. but his end was to come on
Thanksgiving day.
although it'd be mercy to kill
him now" said Miss Podd to Jane
Gray. "he1l feel 80 lonely without his
mates. I'll have Job kill i'm early
Thanksgiving morning and put I'm in
tie ice house to cool of fore roast
In. an don't think I'll have any one
here this Thanksgivin,. amt feelin'
right we'll an don't feel able to fuss
'rosnd gettin' up big dinner. don't
seea to have any interest in Thanks
giving this year"
But her interest was aroused when
Job came in on Thanksgiving morning,
and informed Miss Podd that the
ysung gobbier was not to be found.
arve looked high an low for i'm,
na;an: N, he amt to be found no
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Yes, ,''..,said the old Indiana trapper.
! we XIII ~ painter now and then. but
they're gittin' scarce
wen. I Neuldn't WORRY" " responded
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