Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1914-11-19

sey, glowering at Mr.. Cassidy, and Mr..
Cassidy. glowering az Mr. Dorsey, be-
took themselves down to the express
Office, each to get the Grated ..srssssec5s
that his son had sent him for his
Thanksgiving dinner.
Side by side, in armed neutrality,
they waited for the agent to finish
iiscoursing to the pretty operator
upon the benefits OF love 10 the work
ing man and how the stimulus of hay-
ing q 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 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 can live as chsaply az one, Mr..
Dorsey interrupted.
1.-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.
''They's one out on the platform In
a crate" he returned, frigidly. The
names rubbed OF. SO | don't know
who II belongs to-"
tits mine" said Mr.. Dorsey.
"Ye're a liar" said Mr.. Cassidy.
"'Twas on'y yesterday me son Moike
writ me tellin' me he'd STINT me wan"
howled MIR. Cassidy. 'oi how tn let.
ther!" -.se B
ooh, ho, you how, how you." yelled
Mr.. Dorsey. Well. yez couldn't read
IL, anyhow, so phwat's tn difference?"
MIR. Cassidy throbbed with anger.
"OfIl l'arn ye phwat tn difference
Isl" he howled. He took OF his coat.
| cast IL 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 whit behind.
And then there entered Lieutenant
Dalrymple OF the Salvation army, He
was q little man, with pimply face
and chest like d dashboard. But he
valiantly pushed In where would have
feared TO tread the most fatuous and
blindest angel that ever few.
Hold" he cried. extending spin.
ding arms.
Mr.. Dorsey eyed him truculently.
"Gowanp he yelled. threateningiy
''Phwat's tn matthsr wild ye? d ys
wan ter GIT kilt? Git out o. me wa-ayl"
and he rushed at Mr.. Cassidy.
Lieutenant palrymple, the peace
maker. with extended hands, stepped
between. One befingered fist caught
Mr.. Dorsey in the eye. while the other
enraeshed itself In Mr.. Cassidy's Glen.
garrys
Tt was well for Lieutenant Dalrym.
PIE that he was good runner. TIE
half mile to headquarters be covered
In two minutes nat. and he spent the
rest or the morning in q Saratoga
trunk In the garnet. while the rest of
the army endeavored to eject from the
building the raging Mr.. Dorsey and
the trumpetins Mr.. Cassidy.
IL wss an election long and hard
touSat. But 1t was an siection.
Sitting side by side in the street. Mr.
Dorsey timorousiy wiggied back and
forth loose tooth. while Mr.. Cassidy
tenderly caressed q fast bIaeksnipa
eye. .-
Matthew" said Mr.. Cassidy al
length.
Mr. Dorsey removed his fingers from
his mouth.
.'Phwat 10 ut?' be guerfed.
Lave US so home an ate our tur.
rkey," said MIR. Cassidy
Mr. Dorsey nodded profoundly.
VIA" be said. AN whin we've fin.
ishsd--twill be dark by thin-weI
COON back an lay rr thot EalvaEkun
ARMY diyyie, be hivvinsI"-Psnnsyl
ysnia Grit