The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1868-05-21

They went in at once, and killed TWEEN.
ty of my best lambs in about four min
utse aud a half.
Ny friend had made trifing mistake
in the breed of the dogs.
These dogs were not partial TO sheep.
Eli Perkins was astonished and observ-
ed:
"Waal! did you ever?"
l certainly never had.
There were pools Of blood nm the green
sward, aud fragments of wool and raw
lamb chops lay round in confused heaps.
The dogs would have been sen t to Bos-
ton that night: had they not rather sud
denly died that afternoon of throat Dis
temper. Itwasn't swelling Of the throat
l. wasn't diptheria. 1t was a violeut
opening or the throat, extendidg from ear
to ear.
Thus closed their life-stories. THIS
ended their interesting tails
failed as a raiser of lambs. AS
sheepist, l was not a success
Last summer Mr. Perkins said, II think
we'd better cut some gras, this season
SIR"
We cut some grass.
To me the new mown hay is very sweet
and nice. The brilliant George Arnold
sings about it, ip beautiful verse, down
IN Jersey every summer; so does the
brilliant Aldrich, at Portsmouth, N. H.
And yet l doubt if either of these men
knows the price Of ton OF hay today
But new mown hay is really Gue thing.
1t is good for man or beast.
We hired four honest farmers to assist
us, and led them gaily to the meadows.
was going 70 NOW myself.
l saw the sturdy peasants go round
once ere dipped my flashing scythe into
the tall grass.
care YOU ready?" said E. Perkins.
II am here !"
"Then follow US !"
followed them.
Followed them rather too closely evil
deutly, for white haired old man, who
Immediately followed Mr.. Perkins, called
upon us to halt. Thea, in low, firm
voice he said to his son, who was just ahead
Of me:
John, change places with me. I hain't
got much longer to live, anyhow. You
der burryn' ground will soon have these
old bones, and it's no matter whether
I'm carried there with one leg of aud ter
BILE gashes 10 the other or not. But you,
John-yo0 are Young"
The old man changed places with his son.
4 smile of calm resignation lit up his
wrinkled face as he said, Now, sir, I am
readyW
"What mean you, old MANI" | said
II Iiean that if you continner to bran
'ish that blade as you have been brandish
in it, you'll slash he'll out of some of Us
before we're an hour older
| There was some reason mingled with
this white haired old PEASANTS profanity
1t was true that had twice escaped NOW
ing off his sons legs. aud his father was
perhaps naturally alarmed.
| went out and sat down under q tree.
q never know d literary man in my
life" | overheard the old man say, that
knowed anything"
Mr. Perkins was no. as valuable to me
this season as fancied he might be- Ev-
cry afternoon he disappeared from the
field regularly, and remained about two
hours. lie said it was headache He in
heritcd it from his mother. His mother
was often taken in that way, and suffered
a great deal
At the end Of the two hours Mr. Per-
kins would reappear with his head neatly
done up IN large wet rag, and say he
felt better"
One afternoon it SO happened that |
soon followed the invalid to the house,
and as neared the porch l heard fe.
male voice euergetically observe, "You
stop I" 1t was the voice of the hired girl,
and she added, "PIl heller fcr Mr..
Brown!"
"Oh, no, l heard the invalid, E. Per-
kins, soothingly say, " Mr. Brown knows
| love you Mr. Brown approves of it -
This was pleasant for Mr.. Brown.
peered cautiously through the kitchen
blinds, and, however unnatural it may ap.
pear, the lips Of Eli Perkins and my hired
girl were very near together. She said
You shan't do So" and he do.soed. She
also said she would get right up and 20
away, and as evidence that she was thor
oughv in earnest about it, she remained
where she was
They are married now, and Mr.. Perkin
9 is troubled 10 more with the headache.
This year we are planting corn Mr.
Perkins writes me that 60 Oh account Of no
skare krows BEN put up krows cum and
digged fust crop up but soon got mother
in Old Bisbee who was Trade you'd cut
his sons leggs of ses you better 60 and
stan up in field yrself with dressin' gownd
on Il gesses krows will keep way. This
made boys in store larf. no More terday