The Newark journal., 1907-08-09
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 Mrs O'Shane and Mrs. McGrath lived much fornenst each other as they were won't to express it, in a lane which led to the river from the main street of Brewerton and were usually on the friendiiest and most neighborly terms. They possessed the same tastes and aspirations, and husbands who had been to school to- gether in the "ould counthry," and were still warm friends, never falling out, and taking the greatest enjoy ment in each others society. They were thrifty people, and each owned a cozy little house and barn, a garden patch and bit pasture where a tidy COW fed in the summer
 Moreover, the McGraths Henry, a freckle-faced youth who filled the i'm portant position of grocer's clerk in the village, was sparkling the O'Shanes' Rosy, slip of girl with the bluest eyes in the country. So, take it altogether, the relations be- tween the two families were uncom- monly delightful, until Mrs. OShane, possessed by the spirit of the new" lost all interest in her hens and ducks, and sought turkeys as a solace of the mind and a filler of the purse
 Any hin could bring off a clutch of turkeys shurre, n aisy enough, too. n niver know they didn't be iv her own koind,' she remarked to Mrs. McGrath, in whose own breast she had aroused the same desires. At the end of the next year both danes were the proud possessors of two especial ly fine gobblers; each gobbler had two prim, mottled wives, and each wife trailed with her about the fields a melancholy half-grown flock, whose plaintiye peeping filled the early autumn dusk with sadness and woke the fresh, rosy mornings to the same tune
 The two cocks were as much alike as two peas It was difficult to tell them apart until Mrs O'Shane discov- cred one day that her own lad as she called him, had bit ey holler in his back, and the feathers on the crachure's back were less tick than those of me lad over yonther."
 Every morning, while the mists were still hanging over the river, both flocks of turkeys filed out of the lane in stately procession en route to the sweet mintsmelling fields. the gob- blers at the head, solemn and grand, and every twilight they marched back again in the same manner.
 But, alas, one unhappy night, only one gobbler returned, and Mrs. O'Shane and Mrs. McGrath each claimed that one as her own.
 It happened most unfortunately that a dog belonging to a party of boys was rushing through the lane at that moment and mschievously dashed at the flock, and as Mrs. McGrath eX- pressed it. the gobble was that dis thraeled and pit out iv his moind wid the fright, that he turned in at the nearest path, the crachure. and the nearest path was forninst the O'Shanes' back door, bad cess to it.
 A gloom settled upon the little neighborhood and fierce war ragged between the two danes. The hus- bands peace-loving, non-partisan cronies as they were, were forbidden to speak to each other Mrs O'Shane imminent son-in-law was shooed from her door, when at twilight his heart and feet led him as usual toward the object of his affections, the blue-eyed Rosy.
 Conan alive. why don't yez be afther settlin this unforchinite affair wid the g06hie someway.' spoke MT. McGratb. and not be thryin' to sage the gobble that do be at the O'Shanes' all the time. Mike says he haven't his supper last night till most bed toime, because his wife have to sthand guard over the crachure. IF not sthand this quar'lin an fightin' ony longer The t'ing's got to be sit tied in sene way. The jedge is your old mas;Hef and Mike n mesilf both wurruked tB him in toimes past, n a good maa ae do be, wise as a abbey owl, and Just as the saints thim- silyes."
 T nivor will" exclaimed Biddy but she knew gey well that she would do so in the end for though Teddy was