The Parma herald. (Parma, Idaho) 1903-1917, 1914-11-19

n n fcal WIS. oidttcfJ TAO kEto
combat, he turkey.
has few equals and no superfors.
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
one 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 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 a good woman to 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 because they had both
been married.
At length, when the agent had
wrought himself into 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 on half as much" he burst
forth, AN now gi'me me turkey"
The agent turned in cold hauteur.
'Theys one out on the platform in
crate" he returned. frigidly. THE
names rubbed off. so l don't know
who it belongs to-
Its NINE" said Mr.. Dorsey.
"Ye're a liar" said Mr.. Cassidy
Twas on'y yesterday me son Moik,
I writ me tellin' me he'd stint me wan.
howled Mr. Cassidy. "Oi how tn let
ther,"
"Oh. no. you how. how youl" yelle'
! Mr.. Dorsey. We'll. yez couldn't rea,
\ it, anyhow, so phwat's tn difference?
Mr.. Cassidy throbbed with anger.
"Oi1l rarn ye phwat tn difference
isl" he howled. He took of his coat
cast 1t to the floor and, STOPPING
VI rubbed the palms of his hands in tn
}, dirt Dorsey. the joy of battle in hi
e little eyes, was not whit behind.
}, And then there entered Lieutenan
Dalrymple of the Salvation army. H
, was a little man. with a pimply fac
}. and chest like washboard. But h
e valiantly pushed in where would hav
8 feared to tread the most fatuous an
e blindest angel that ever few.
O Hold" he cried. extending spin
1t ding arms.
e Mr.. Dorsey eyed him truculently.
II "Gowanl' he yelled. threateningll
"Phwats tn matther wild ye? D. y
d. wan ter git kilt? Git out O. me wa-ayl
and he rushed at Mr.. Cassidy.
a Lieutenant Dalrymple, the peac'
maker, with extended hands. steppe
:. between One befngered fist caugf
Mr.. Dorsey IN the eye. while the othe
enr eshed Itself in Mr.. Cassidy's Glel
gsrrys-
1t was well for Lieutenant Dalryn
10 pie that he was a good runner. tn
half mile to headquarters he covere
in two minutes fat. and he spent II
~ rest OF the morning In a Saratoe
30 trunk in the garnet. while the rest
the army endeavored to eject from IL
Is building the raging Mr.. Dorsey an
81 the trumpeting Mr.. Cassidy.
u 1t was an election long and har
fought. But it was an election.
% Sitting side by side in the street. NJ
10 Dorsey timorously wiggled back ar
IL forth loose tooth. while Mr.. Cassie
70 tenderly caressed a fast blackenir
~ eye.
"Matchew." said Mr.. Cassidy
ne length
III Mr.. Dorsey removed his fingers fro
his mouth.
ny "Phwat is ut?" he queried-
Lave US go home an ate our II
&C. rkey," said Mr. Cassidy.
on Mr.. Dorsey nodded profoundly.
m "Yis," he said. An whin we've g
lp- ished-'twill be dark by thin-we
ef- COON back an lay fr thot Salvashl
in army divvle. be hivvins,"-Penns.
is, vania Grit