The citizen., 1914-11-20


/ the last pin feather from the turkey
with piece OF fiaring wrapping pa
! per.
One year later, TO day, Mr.. Dor
sey, glowering at Mr.. Cassidy and Mr..
Cassidy, glowering at Mr.. Dorsey. be-
took themselves down TO the express
Office, each to get the Grated turkey
that his son had sent him for his
Thanksgiving dinner.
Side by side. in armed neutrality.
they waited for the agent to finish
discoursing TO the pretty operator
upon the benefits of love to the work
ing man and how the stimulus of hav-
ing good woman 10 work for brings
out all there is best in the male be-
ing.
Mr. Dorsey and Mr.. Cassidy waxed
impatient.
They had come for turkeys, not for
dissertations; and this one was partic.
ularly annoying ause they had both
been married
At length. when the agent had
wrought himself into a verbal frenzy
in an attempt to clinch the point that
two can live as cheaply as one. Mr..
Dorsey interrupted.
Two can live as chape as wan II
they'll live OF half as much" he burst
forth, ''an now gi'me me turkey"
The agent turned in cold hauteur.
''They's one out on the platform in
a crate" he returned, frigidly "The
names rubbed of, so I don't know
who it belongs to-"
It's mine. said Mr.. Dorsey
'Ye're a liar said Mr.. Cassidy.
"'Twas on'y Yesterday me son Moike
writ me tellin' me he'd sint me wan"
howled Mr.. Cassidy. "Oi hoy tn let
ther,"
"Oh. no. you hov. hov you." yelled
Mr.. Dorsey Well. yez couldn't read
it, anyhow. so phwat's tn difference?"
Mr.. Cassidy throbbed with anger.
"Ofll larn ye phwat tn difference
isl" he howled.- He took on his coat.
cast it 10 the floor and. STOPPING.
dirt. Dorsey, the joy of battle In his
little eyes. was not whit behind
And then there entered Lieutenant
Dalrymple OF the Salvation army He
was little man. with pimply face
and chest like a washboard But he
valiantly pushed in where would have
feared TO tread the most fatuous and
blindest angel that ever flew.
Hold" he cried, extending spin.
ding arms.
Mr.. Dorsey eyed him truculently.
"Gowan" he yelled, threateningly
"Phwat's N matther wild ye? D. ye
wan ter git kilt? Git out O. me wa-ay!"
and he rushed at Mr.. Cassidy.
Lieutenant Dalrymple. the peace
maker, with extended hands. stepped
between One befingered fist caught
Mr.. Dorsey il the eye, while the other
enrleshed itself in Mr.. Cassidy's Glen.
garrys
1t was We'll for Lieutenant Dalrym
pie that he was a good runner The
half mile 10 headquarters he covered
in two minutes fat. and he spent the
rest of the morning In Saratoga
trunk in the garret, while the rest Of
the army endeavored to eject from the
building the raging Mr. Dorsey and
the trumpeting Mr.. Cassidy.
1t was an election long and hard.
fought But It was an election.
Sitting side by side in the street. Mr.
Dorsey timorously wiggled back and
forth loose tooth. while Mr. Cassidy
tenderly caressed a fast blackenlEg
eye
"Mstchew.' said Mr.. Cassidy at
length.
Mr.. Dorsey removed his fingers from
his mouth
''Phwat is ut?" he queried
Lave us go home an ate our tur-
rkey." said Mr. Cassidy.
Mr.. Dorsey nodded profoundly.
"Yis," be said. AN whin we've I'm
ished--'twill be da-ark by thin-we'll
COON back an lay f'r thot Salvashun
ARMY divyls. be hiyvins."-PennsyL
yania Grit