I was exploring a few friends blogs and ran across a set of stories for Thanksgiving. This one was just too cute for me to pass up to share along. So, First off let's give credit to where I found this gem....Sharon Wray's Blog
Sharon is a USA Today Bestselling author and a chemical & patent librarian who once studied dress design in the couture houses of Paris… and worked as a Red Cross caseworker in South Korea. Because it took her forever to decide what she wanted to do when she grew up, she now writes romance and women’s fiction novels filled with suspense, adventure, and love.
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The story I chose for today is ~
WHY HE CARRIED THE TURKEY
By James Baldwin (this short story is from his book Fifty Famous People - A Book of Short Stories, 1912 and is in the Public Domain)
In Richmond, Virginia, one Saturday morning, an old man went into the market to buy something. He was dressed plainly, his coat was worn, and his hat was dingy. On his arm he carried a small basket.
"I wish to get a fowl for to-morrow's dinner," he said.
The market man showed him a fat turkey, plump and white and ready for roasting.
"Ah! that is just what I want," said the old man. "My wife will be delighted with it."
He asked the price and paid for it. The market man wrapped a paper round it and put it in the basket.
Just then a young man stepped up. "I will take one of those turkeys," he said. He was dressed in fine style and carried a small cane.
"Shall I wrap it up for you?" asked the market man.
"Yes, here is your money," answered the young gentleman; "and send it to my house at once."
"I cannot do that," said the market man. "My errand boy is sick to- day, and there is no one else to send. Besides, it is not our custom to deliver goods."
"Then how am I to get it home?" asked the young gentleman.
"I suppose you will have to carry it yourself," said the market man. "It is not heavy."
"Carry it myself! Who do you think I am? Fancy me carrying a turkey along the street!" said the young gentleman; and he began to grow very angry. The old man who had bought the first turkey was standing quite near. He had heard all that was said.
"Excuse me, sir," he said; "but may I ask where you live?"
"I live at Number 39, Blank Street," answered the young gentleman; "and my name is Johnson."
"Well, that is lucky," said the old man, smiling. "I happen to be going that way, and I will carry your turkey, if you will allow me."
"Oh, certainly!" said Mr. Johnson. "Here it is. You may follow me."
When they reached Mr. Johnson's house, the old man politely handed him the turkey and turned to go.
"Here, my friend, what shall I pay you?" said the young gentleman.
"Oh, nothing, sir, nothing," answered the old man. "It was no trouble to me, and you are welcome."
He bowed and went on. Young Mr. Johnson looked after him and wondered. Then he turned and walked briskly back to the market.
"Who is that polite old gentleman who carried my turkey for me?" he asked of the market man.
"That is John Marshall, Chief Justice of the United States. He is one of the greatest men in our country," was the answer.
The young gentleman was surprised and ashamed. "Why did he offer to carry my turkey?" he asked.
"He wished to teach you a lesson," answered the market man.
"What sort of lesson?" "He wished to teach you that no man should feel himself too fine to carry his own packages."
"Oh, no!" said another man who had seen and heard it all. "Judge Marshall carried the turkey simply because he wished to be kind and obliging. That is his way."
