ONE GRAND MAN!
By Frances Elizabeth Lanyon
"Finders keepers, you know, Rex."
"Not in this instance, father. Those
eleven turkeys are somebody's prop
erty. My moral duty is to locate that
somebody and restore to him his
"Reckon you're right, son," ob
served old Gabriel Parsons. "Queer
where they came from, though, eh?"
"Yes, for I don't know a neighbor
within 10 miles in any direction whp
is raising fowls."
The fowls in question were young,
handsome, with a profusion of elec
tric sheen coloring that indicated a
rare and valuable brood. -,Rex Par
sons had awaked one morning to
find the 11 turkeys roosting on a
flower bed scantling guard. They
looked tired and travel worn, but
when he fed and watered them and
drove them into a lean-to in one cor
ner of a two-acre fenced-in graz
ing lot they seemed at home and do
Rex advertised his find, but no re
sults came. He grew interested in
his acquisition; and proud, too, for
neighbors were attracted by the un
usual prettiness of the fowls and ad
mired them greatly.
They got through the summer fa
mously, despite their limited run
way, and as fall grew on fattened
and promised rare eating by the time
the year was out Holiday time ap
proached when Mr. Parsons ex
pressed a pertinent sentiment,
"Some money in those birds, with
30 cents a pound quoted, with feath
ers counted in."
"I'm not going to sell them, fa
ther," remarked Rex seriously.
"No. In the first place, they are
not mine to sell. Next, they came
free and they're going free. Here's
the point, and I've been working on
it for some time. The season is soon
.on when turkey tastes the best. I've
heen making up. a list of the pqor
people in the town. There's ten who
hardly ever have meat. There's over
ten more who never taste turkey. I
wish I had enough of .the fowls to
go around, but I -haven't, so the first
class get the, birds."
"And one left for ourselves?" pro
pounded Mr. Parsons anxiously.
"Sure, that," replied Rex blithely.
"We're entitled, having housed and
They Looked Tired and Travel Worn
fed the whole brood for nearly a
It was nearing the festal season
and Rex was brushing the snow from
the woodpile when a farm wagon
drew up and a stranger jumped out
He was a brisk, pleasant-Iodking
man. His swift roving glance took
in the 11 turkeys strutting about 60
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