The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1867-02-08


stand dish and deluged with water a pair
of drab colqred velvet slippers which
Helen Maria was embroidering for her lover,
Mr.. James Henshaw.
Helen entered the room just as the mis-
chief had been done, and viewing the ruin, /
she at once laid it to her brother Timothy. /
She heard his step behind her, and the un-
fortunate hen she flung in his face.
There was a smothered oath, and the
hen came back with the force Of a twenty
pound shot.
Helen was mad. Her eyes were nearly
put out with the feathers, dust and dough,
and she went at Timothy with true femi
nine zeal. She broke his watchguard in a
dozen pieces, crushed his dicky, and began
to pal his whiskers out by the roots. when
5as5derss she raFnenzhered that Timothy
had no whiskers to pull out by The roots.
But when she came to look closer, she
perceived that the man she had nearly an
INITIATED was not Timothy, but James Hen
shaw.
Poor Helen burst into tears, and fled in
to her chamber. the usual refuge for hero
ines and James after washing his face at
the kitchen sink, went home sternIy resolv-
ed never to marry a woman with such a
temper as Helen Hayes had,
The hen, meanwhile, who is the hero
inc, returned to the barn to establish her
self on the ruin of her nest, determined to
set if the heavens fell.
Mr.. Mayes soon discovered her, and she
having heard that dipping in water would
cure "broodiness, " set forth for the brook
with the fowl in her apron.
Mrs. Weaver. an old lady Of very quar-
relsome temperament, who resided near,
and was at swords points with Mrs. Hayes,
was just coming to the brook for pail of
water, and sPied the yellow head of the
bird peeping out of Mrs. Hayes apron.
'There p she exclaimed, now I've
found out what puzzled me to death nigh a
week. Pye found out where that yaller
pullet has gone to. Mrs. Hayes, l alters
bnow'd you was wicked, deceitful woman,
but l didn't think you'd steal"
.Steal Ne steal Who are you talk
ing to, Mrs. Weaver? p sad Mrs. Hayes,
on her dignity.
I'm talking to you, madam, that's who
I'm talking to. You've stolen my hen,
what I got of Uncle Gillies, and paid for in
sassengers. She's a real Dorking. Give
her to me right away. or I will use force
'sShe's my hen and you touch her if yor
dare p
"pH show you whether dare p yelled
Mrs. Weaver, growing purple, and seizin!
the ill-starred fowl by the tail, she gave
wrench and the tail came out in her hand
The sudden cessation ofresistance upse
Mrs. Weaver's balance, and she fell back
ward into the brook, spatteriug the mu
and astonishing the polliwogs in every di
!, rection.
She was a spry woman, and was soon 0
!, her feet again, and ready to renew the as
! sault.
"Give me my hen," she said, rubbin
her fist into Mrs. Hayes face, "you ol
3 bag and hyPocrite You p and she made
second drive at the bird.
The hen thought it proper to show he
colors, and uttering an unearthly yell, 81
.. flew out of the covert, square into The fax
~ of Mrs. Weaver, which she raked dow
with her nails until it resembIed the pas
- of ledger, crossed and re-crossed wit
~ red ink.
u Mrs. Hayes caught a stick of brus
}" wood from the fence-Mrs Weaver did Il
same, and regular duel would probab
u have been fought, if the bank of the ere,
u had not suddenly given was, and preciE
% tated both the beligerant women into &
O: water.
Il They scrambled out on opposite sid
y and the hen sa; perched in an apple tt
and cakled in triumph.
ne The ladies' shook themselves and by co
y sent went home. Nhey have not spok
u to each other since.
=. The hen disappeared and was not sc
, until three weeks afterwards, when S
eu made her appearance with eleven nice Y
on low chickens She found some ott
IT, fowls nest and rad set in spite Of fate.
g But although not broken up hers
u she broke up two matches-for Cyntl
'H Bennett was not at home to Timothy
next time he called, and Mr. Hcnsh
On never forgaye Helen for having such a te
"u per.
,i5 a New Song.
ro There is beauty, pathos and truth co
> b;ra5 !, tho f,IIowinrs soncr which All ,