The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1907-07-18
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Copyright, by Joseph 3. Bowles.)
By SOPHIE SWEET

they were wont to express 1t, In a
lane which led to the river from the
main street Of Brewerton, and were
usually on the friendliest and most
neighborly terms. Thay possessed
the same tastes and aspirations, and
husbands who had been to school to-
gether in the "ould country" 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
coy little house and barn, a garden
patch and a "bit" pasture where a
tidy COW fed in the summer.
Moreover, the McGraths Henry, a
freckle-fac youth who filled the i'm,
portant position Of grocer's clerk in
the village, was sparkling the
O'Shanes' Rosy, a slip Of a girl with
the bluest eyes In the country. So,
take it altogether, the relations be
tween the two families were uncom-
monty delightful, until Mrs. O'Shane,
possessed by the spirit of the new,
lost all interest in her hens and
ducks, and sought turkeys as 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 Nv
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, notified wives, and each wife
trailed with her about the fields a
melancholy halfgrown flock, whose
plaintive peeping filed 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. 1t WAS difficult to tell
them apart until Mrs. O'Shane discov-
cred one day that "her own lad as
she called him, had bit ev 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
hocks of turkeys filed out of the lane
in stately procession en- route to the
sweet mint-smelling fields, the COB
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 gobber returned, and Mrs
OShane and Mrs. McGrath each
claimed that one as her own.
1t happened most unfortunately that
dog belonging to party of boys
was rushing through the lane at that
moment and mischievously dashed
at the flock, and as Mrs McGrath ex-
pressed it, "the gobble was that dis
thraeled and pit out iv his moind wild
the fright, that he turned In at the
nearest path, the crachure, and the
nearest path was forninst the
Distances 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 s
imminent sonin-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.
"Ooman alive, why don't yez be
afther settlin' this unforchinte affair
wild the gobhe someway," spoke Mr..
McGrath, "and not be thryin' to SAFE
the gobble that do be at the O Shanes'
all the time. Mike says he haven't
his supper last night till most bed
tonne, because his wife have to
sthand guard over the crachure. I'll
not sthand this quar'lin' an tightin'
ony longer. The t'ing's got to be sit
tied in some way. The jedge is your
old masther and Mike n meslf both
wurruked fur him in tonnes past. n
q Soou man llt wv p' WlSt 40 Il dDb'S
owl, and just as the saints thin.
silves."
II niver will" exclaimed Biddy. but
she knew very well that she would do
SO In the end, for though Teddy WAS
an awful quiet man, when he did
"sphake, he named it, and somehow
ar anither, body had to do just as
said whativer."
That night when Mr. McGrath re.
turned from work he announced that
the judge would be agreeable ef the
two ladies would bring themselves and
their witnesses along wild em to his
barn at nine O'Clock in the morning.
Biddy stormed awhile, but was
ready at the time appointed Wit
nesses who would swear that the re.
naming gobbler belonged to her were
hard to find, but she seized upon the
"felly that peddlcd horse-radish," who
was pretty sure, by the expression Of
the villains countenance, that he was
the one that had such marked objec.
tons to his red sweater that he flew
onto his back one morning. clawing
and swearing at the top of his voice.
Then there was a boy who lived by
the river. whose goat had been over.
fed with rag-dolls by Billy O'Shane
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