Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-11-24
The Noble Turk.

Once-and more than once. I'm afraid
there was a poor widow who had two small
children and too small an income, besides
too small a house and too large a heart.
She wanted to give her children all they
wished to have and she couldn't even give
them all they ought to have. don't know
as she thought aught too good for two good
children.
1t was especially hard for her during
hard times. such as on feast days, like
Thanksgiving day. One Thanksgiving day
when she went to her own store not the
village store, her slender store Of money
made her own store very small she found
she had nothing for dinner except little
-four. some bread and two old and wrinkled
potatoes, and she sighed as she laid them
aside. and said aside. Poor little tots!
What shall do to give them Thanksgiv-
ing dinner? If could, would give them the
largest. the finest. the latest. the heaviest
turkey in the whole United States, includ-
ing Porto Rico. the Philippines and Alas
kaw q don't know whether there are tur
keys in Alaska. as well as in Europe and
in Asia, which only have one apiece, but
when see the widow. Alaska).
Then again she sighed besides the sigh
she sighed before Though that would be
two and not be force and. going to the
door Of the little hut. this howell. she took
the shovel to see If she could dig out an
other potato to pot. too. But the ground
was hard like the times and she could not
find single one, not double one. and so
returned to her howell and put up the
shovel. and sat herself down for to cry.
But hardly had she sat down. when she
again sat up. for there came soft tap at
the door.
"Come inr' said the widow. and at once
the door dew open and q turkey flew In.
On. he was noble creature. grand in
form and gay in feature; and a bird that.
I'll be bound. weighed no less than twenty
pound!
wing. and thus he said:
r y. IL a sSass before ~n your desire 1s
This portly form which you admire
And, II 1 now may be allowed
Enjoy att a SsriFht TS.nssrIsIns day
You're kind" she said, land may dare
mo thanks" s.id h. but with a boost
While explain my simple way
OF Frightening your holiday"
So saying he gracefully mounted the
cIotheshorse. gobbled contentedly. and then
went on with his address:
'I'm tired of life," he then began, ''for.
30 to speak, I am a man who's seen the
world and all It's woes and do not like the
way it goes. But since I've vowed to end
1t all"
''Do you always speak in rhyme?" the
widow asked for she was not at all fo3d
of poetry and never knew any except: NOV
lay me- and Thirty days hath Septem-
ber'' and Peter Piper picked a peck
NO" said the gobbler, but 1t is fash
tonable. II you'd rather speak In prose,
I'm quite willing merely wished to know
whether you would have any objections to
carrying out my last wishes"
II shall be very glad to obhge you," said
the widow. what are they?'
"In the first place. should be glad to
have all my feathers made properly into
feather busters and fans. for I do think
that my piumage Is little out OF the COM
mon. You can attend to that?"
I can,' said the widow
Next, should like to be properly stuffed |
with sage and thyme and bread crumbs
Yon will not foixet?"
you shall be satisfied. Your wishes in |
thai respect shall be fulfilled"
And then. very brown gravy made |
rich and done to a turn
II will attend to that, II have to Dor |
row the things" she replied
And you will see that am served I'D a |