A True Turkey Story

Thcre was a time not long ago when turkey roosted too high for the man with a moderate rent roll, but cold storage has changed all this. „ The public has but a misty idea of cold etorage, but the business is full of cold facts. In one of the twelvo warehouses in New York city, according toa certain veracious reporter who wasdetailed to huntupsomethingeurfous for the Thanksgiving number, there is a turkey of the harvest of I818 still in a remarkable state of preservation. This featherless bird has a post-mortem history. He was raised in Orange county and passed an uneventful life tili his necic was wrting in the interests of the human race. He was hung up in Washington market as the prize turkey, weighing forty pounds. Nobody wanted a turkey of that weight on that Thanksgiving Day. While it had been a good year, nobody feit blessed to the extent of buying turkey by the fraetion of a ton. After Thanksgiving was over the turkey disappeared. Patrons of Washington market niissed him, and imagined his fate. It was given out that an uptown hotel had bought him. In a week he was iorgotten. A year later and a iorty pound turkey was again suspended by the feet on the samo beam in the market place. He had the rosy glow of youth, and nobody suspectcd that it was the ghost of a year-dead bird. Styles ran to sinall turkey s that year, and the butcher advertised steaks off the big fowl, but the public was not educated up to turkey steaks. That is why the turkey remainecl intact, and again uew out of tho market. Years followed and stül a prizo turkey weigbing forty pounds was displayed each latter part of November under the inscription: "Orango couDty's pride. liaised by Farmer Biggs, of Meadowlake farm. Boarders takeii in suminer." MarKeror-.i oejtan to rbC!ni2o "tno big turkey as coeval with Thanksgiving. Nobody not in the business suspected that ono turkey only was in the plot. Boarders froni Biggs' swore they saw the identical turkey in the summer time walking around in the best hen society. Cold storage did it. The turkey was this year on exhibition in Washington market, as usual. His toughness was somewhat tenderly inquired forsomewliat early in the season, but the answer then was that Biggs had not yet sent in his annual carload of turkeys. Later the order was sent to the cold storage warethouse to reproduce the monster, and all was busy about the place in consequence. But up to the hour of going to press there have been no advices from the metropolis to the effect that any ono had the nerve to buy the frozen antiquity. If you should ever visit the big city across the North river from Jersey City about Thanksgiving time, go to Washington market and ask for Biggs' big bird, and it will undoubtedly be pointed out to you. All may give thanks wlio are stirred by thoughts of the betterment of the world and can rejoice at its continuous and increasing fulfillment. God reigns and God wills. and ie ceitjer reigns nor wills for uaujjht.