Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1914-11-19

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Mrs. slattery Had tho h~H.
combat, he
mas few equals and no superiors.
And ere Mr.. Dorsey, too weak even
TO Wag a threatening finger, and Mr..
Cassidy, too tired to- call Mr.. Dorsey
the names that were ~congesting in his
being, retired to their respective
abodes to think up things to say to
n another on the morrow, old Mrs.
Honoria Slattery, who lived farther UP
on the rocks, already was removing
the last pin feather from the turkey
with a piece Of faring wrapping pa
per.
One year later, to a day, Mr.. Dor
sey, glowering at Mr.. Cassidy, and Mr..
Cassidy, gloweripg 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
d~iscoursing to the pretty operator
upon he benefits of love to the work
ing man and how the stimulus of hav-
Ing a good woman to work for brings
out all there is BEST in the male be-
ing.
Mr.. Dorsey and MI. Cassidy waxed
impatient.
They had come for turkeys, not for
dissertations; and this one was partic-
ularly annoying b 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 car live as cheaply as one, Mr..
Dorsey interrupted.
Two can live as chape as wan If
they'll live on half as much" he burst
forth, an now gime me turkey"
The agent turned in cold hauteur.
"They's n out on the platform in
a crate" he returned, frigidly. "The
names rubbed off, SO I don't know
who it belongs to-"
Its 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 MI. Cassidy. "Oi how tn let
ther!!"
ooh, no. you how, how you!" yelled
Mr.. Dorsey. well, yez couldn't read
1t, anyhow, SO phwat's tn d~iference?"
Mr.. Cassidy throbbed with anger.
"O11l Parn We phwat tn difference
Isl" he howled. He took off his coat.
cast it to the floor and, STOPPING,
rubbed the palms of his hands in the
dirt. Dorsey, the joy of battle in his
little eyes, was not a whit behind.
And then there entered Lieutenant
Dalrymple of the S aviation army. He
was a little man, With a pimply face
and chest like a " lshboard. But he
vallantly pushed in where would have
feared to tread the most fatuous and
Dl1ndest angel that ever flew.
Hold" he cried, extending spin.
ding arms.
MIR. Dorsey eyed him truculently.
"GoWan!' he yelled, threateningly.
"Phwats tn matther wild We? D. We
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
One befngered fist caught
Mr.. Dorsey in the eye, while the other
enreshed itself in MI. Cassidy's Glen
It was well for Lieutenant Dalrym-
pie that he was a good runner. The
half mile to headq, .arters he covered
In two minutes fiat and he spent the
rest OF the morning in a Saratoga
runk in the garnet, while the rest Of
army endeavored to eject from the
building the raging Mr.. Dorsey and
me trumpeting Mr.. Cassidy.
1t was an election long and hard
fought. But it vas an election,
Sitting side by side in the street, Mr..
dorsey timorously wiggled back and
-orth a loose tooth, while Mr.. Cassidy
,enderly caressed a fast b%lackening
eye.
Matthew" said Mr.. Cassidy at
ength.
Mr.. Dorsey removed his fingers from
lis mouth.
"PhWat is ut?" he squeried.
Lave us go home an ate our tur-
key said Mr.. Cassidy.
Mr. Dorsey nodded profoundly.
sYls," he said. AN whin we've fin.
shed-'twill be dark by thin-wen
DOM back an lay FIR thot salvashun
'r>rmy divvle, be hiyyins!-Pennsyl
'ania Grit.