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

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will they let me ride in the sub
way with him?"
m have Inn killed and dressed for
That suggestion did not please
Il don't like to Think" he said.
that he signs his own death warrant
by merely passing into my posses
Somebody had to win him. You're
just a lucky guy, Mister Dudley"
Eyes. I suppose SO. But doesn't he
look big and alive there in the win
dow? That's a fine turkey, Nick"
BEST there is. Young Montana tom.
You're gonna have Thanksgiving din
ner, what I mean"
dignified! -self-c contained"
"As pretty a bird as you'd want to
see. On the other part I couldn't say"
knows we're talking about him,
Nick"
well, we talk good English, don't
we?"
I have you there"
Nick WINGED and cried "ouch!" He
said, you really ought to buy a drink
for that crack, Mister Dudley. But I'm
a good fella. I'll buy If you promise
not to make 40 more such bum jokes"
Back in his own little world Of &C
ton, Peter wrestled nightly with end
less armies of figures that rose to as
sault him in serried columns, rank on
rank. He hummed a merry tune,
thought of Margaret, and dreamed a
thousand dreams in his subconscious
mind while his fingers flipped the lev
ers of his calculating machine with
unerring skill. His head was a pleas
antly jumbled mass of facts n fig
ures, all of which leaped to his bid
ding. He had at immediate beck the
price, profit, carrying charges, source
and destination of the stock-dog bis
cult, birdseed, poultry food, fertilizer;
specifics for mango and distemper,
CHAMBERS, warts, pip, skin trouble, run
ming fits; pest eradicators, cleansing
preparations, and whatnot. But he
could not shake off the thought of that
lonely and gallant turkey in Nick'S
window which, through an ~inscrutable
fortuity entirely alien to Peters own
design, had fallen to him. It was a
thought not devoid of a certain SOL
vealed significance. He summoned
Henry Melaney.
you know that turkey that Nick
ratified OFF," he suggested with a cas-
ualness he did not feel.
yeah, I had some chances on it."
"Wel, I won it."
You won it? Well, what do you
know about that?"
Eyes, it's mine. Didn't cost me a
penny, either"
Some people have all the luck. He
sure looks like somethin' good to eat,
that turkey"
Eyes, doesn't hep" Peter felt a re-
vulsion. The thought of barbarous
molars gnawing into that proud fowl
vas abhorrent.
First time you v win a raffle?"
That's right. But there has to be
a first time for everything. He's a
I will be eating turkey for a week."
Amt that just too bad? I should
bust out cryin."
"There's only just the two of u.s." A
remotely penSlVe expression fitted
over Peters face. He jiggled a pencil
absently.
drivin' at" Henry said decisively. It'll
give you two bucks for that turkey"
of selling him."
"Well what are you thinkin' Of? I'll
give you three"
mo, old man. He's mine"
"All right, he's yours. What are you
bellyachin' about? First you bellyache
about the town of New York, the fin
est town in the big leagues, and next
you bellyache because you win a tur-
key free for nothing. Some dame must
mo, Henry, what I really wanted
was to see if n of your men could
rig me up something so I can carry
him home. My turkey. You see, Henry,
he isn't used to the subway crowds.
And I don't want him hurt"
Peter was a. self-conscious as he
entered his homeward bound train as
if he had just murdered an actress
and stolen her pearls. He expected
every guard he encountered to demand
what he had in that suspicious look
ing portmanteau, which was nothing
more than a plain black box with holes
for ventilation, and equipped with a
makeshift handle. He purposely stood
on the rear platform of the last a
all the way to his station. At the door
of the first floor apartment that he
occupied with his mother he put his
burden down and pushed the buzzer.
His mother opened the door.
"Why, Peter, why didn't you come
in? Haven't lost your key, have you,
| SOM"
mo, nom, nothing like that. You
see-well, I've a little surprise for YOU
I'm that box? Well, hurry inside out
of the cold: Your slippers are toasting
on the radiator"
why, NON, aren't you interested in
my surprise?"
Tn more interested in seeing you
don't catch pneumonia"
you'll never guess what it is
"Never was any good at guessing,
ION. Well, my-my land O. me A live
turkey, of all things! Why, Peter Dud-
ley, whatever are we going to do with
it?"
"Tomorrow's Thanksgiving"
"Of course it is. Think I'd forgotten.
I've a fine capon in the icebox right
now. You al take it back tonight"
mo, MON, I don't think I'd do that.
I mean, as long as we've got the ca
pom. Capon's really better than tur-
key"
after you've gone to the expense of
buYing a turkeY2 We certainly don't