The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-11-29
By
DENNIS
MORRISON

He's the only thing I ever got fol
noth1ng in this town and maybe he'll
bring us good luck"
All right, son, if it's a playthine
you want, why didn't you say so?
Wen take care Of him some way"
When Peter emerged from his show
er n shave, his mother had removed
the turkey from the box and now it
stood, slightly detected and disconso-
late, yet calamity defiant, in the cor
ner next to the gas range in the kitch-
en-. AT dinner Peter contemplated his
new possession through the open door
with mounting enthusiasm.
You know, mom," he said, that's
really a handsome bird. Notice what a
lot OF poise in its bearing"
when I vas a girl we always raised
own turkeys. I remember how
tney used to roost in the orchard"
Gee, goodness, MON, that was the
lie. I'm certainly going to live on a
farm some day."
Guess you never were cut out for
city life, son. Your father wasn't,
either. Couldn't abide cities"
That's a beautiful turkey. He can
sleep in the garage. Look at his plum
age, NOM. Not what you'd call bril-
liant, but-well, abundant. Margaret
WILL Oe crazy ABOUT Qlm.'
She'll be in for dinner tomorrow"
III drop over to the library tonight
n see what they've got on turkeys.
Look at the way he arches his neck
and stares us down. It's positively ma
~jestic."
Land O. me, son, a body'd think
you had a virus in your blood and it
was just popping out of you. Are you
aiming to start a turkey ranch?"
We'll, gee, goodness, haven't I been
IN the poultry business more or less
goin' on 20 years? About time I was
learning something about turkeys"
enthusiasms, son, but they always
wore out. You've always been a stead
Ter nan than your father was"
MON! I knew I'd forgotten some
thing. That turkeys got to eat. I'll go
to the store and get him some corn
her over.''
Margaret Huston occupied a room
in the Staid old dwelling of a family
that had known better times. She was
just stepping out of the house as Peter
swung down the street.
Hello Margaret" he greeted.
Peter! Hello!"
She was one OF those enthusiastic
girls who, Peter reflected, probably
woke up in the morning out Of breath
to hail the new day as if it were the
dawn of time. He was entranced by
that quality about her. Margaret was
no startling beauty and her clothes
necessarily had to fit her not bullying
purse, but her spontaneous animation
and zest gave her eyes and expression,
a sparkle Of vivid life. She and Peter
had been on chummy terms for years
They went to movies together a lot
and loved riproaring westerns. They
made a pleasant game of seeking out
obscure theaters on side streets where
hair-raising serials were shown. In the
darkness she would cling desperately
to Peter when the arch villain men
aced the lovely heroine, and Peter
thrilled deliciously to such moments
of vicarious romance. Out of the the
alter they reverted at once to their cir
cumspect selves-the mousey little as
sistant librarian and the very minor
cog in a machine of big business.
Come over tonight" Peter invited
her. Got something to show you"
peter, what?"
won't tell. A surprise that has to
be seen to be appreciated. Then well
go over to 42d street to see the fifth
chapter of Pawnee Bill and the Com
anches."
IT was going over anyway to ask