Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1868-03-20

nome. III
The Maggie meanwhile flew away with
her booty until she considered herself
quite safe from pursuit, and she sat down
on tree to rest. e-
"How my feet are entangled in this
able it is /! / am glad am not obliged to
she can't fly, poor thing have lost one
back for It; any how, / will put these
three away among the family treasures.
hope no other Maybe will find them
some of them are such thieves, nothing
they see is safe from them, especially if it
is bright" af sue G2A
So saying, she carefully deposited the
needles in tree, which served her for a
store-house, and then set to work to dis
entangle her feet. But the worsted broke,
and one end Of it remained twisted in q
tight knot round her left leg, and gave her
considerable pain, and as she flew slowly
homeward she pondered in her own mind
whether the possession of two bright knit
ting needles fully counterbalanced the pain
in her left leg, and what the poor human
beings did who were always obliged to
have wool twisted round their feet if they
The next day May went again to look for
her ball of worsted; she could see nothing
of her friend the Mouse, and it was dull
work looking by herself, so presently she
sat down by tree, and before long she
heard chit-chat above her; it sounded like
the Magpie's voice, but much less merry
than usual. However, she was not mis-
taken, for in few minutes down flew the
Magpie herself, and perched on little
twig opposite May holding up one leg.
- "Gccd morning" said the Maggie; ''how
do you feel, my dear, this fine morning?"
"How do feel?" said May, Indignantly.
Where are my needles, and my worsted,
you unklnd, ungrateful bird?"
"Gently, gently" said the Maggie; ~
have no doubt they are quite safe; and
now, my dear, I want you to do me little
service. / have somehow got something
twisted round my leg, which gives nae
much pain, and want you to undo it for
me. I could not get wink of sleep all last
night, and this morning my leg is so swol-
len can hardly move it. 4 4 49,
May did not like to be unkind, SO she
bent down to examine the Magpie's leg,
but started up again. = p1'
"You have got some of my worsted
twisted around it; it was very wicked of
you to take it," ,.vt,
"Why," said the Maggie, ayou promised
to give me some" ge 75 8a1t
eyes" said May, 81 was just going to
give you sos7ae but you took it all, and now
I can't knit fathers stockings" and she
'aDon't cry,p said the Maybe; "you
see / waited long time, and you only sat
with your mouth open, and had hardy be-
gun to unwind your worsted when ] took
Chat was because you were talking, y
s HAhiS said the Maggie, ayou should
not listen to people who talk, when you
have something better to do; you ought
to be much obliged to me for teaching you
such good lesson. And now could you
not begin to undo the string round my
So May set to work with her little fin
gers but the knot was so tight that she
could not undo it, and only hurt the poor
Maybe more. At last she remembered
very tiny pair of scissors which her aunt
had given her, SO she said, Wait moment
while fetch my scissors" and off she ran,
and soon came back with a small pair OF
| very bright scissors in her hand. & ~ =
Very gently she cut first one thread thera
another, while the Maggie stood very pa
tiently, looking obviously at the bright scis-
| sors, May was working with.
"Thank you! thank you r. said the Mag
pie, when at last she felt her leg free.
"Now 1 feel like a different creature,
though my leg is still rather sore."
| "Will you not tell me where my wool
and needles are 2" asked May.
81 really know nothing about your ball
of WOOL" said the Maggie. "There is
this piece of worsted which has just come
off my leg, which you are quite welcome
to; and there was good deal hanging to
the trees last night, but most of that
was collected for nests early this morning.
l should have liked some myself, but felt
too i'll to moye."' Sest 5erGeE
"But don't you know where my needles
are % asked poor May, mournfully.
"Well," said the Maggie" after-but-
certalnly-one good turn deserves another,
and might have died but for you.'' So
off she flew, and disappeared among the
trees. z SGT eSA 4 tL97sssAt'
| "she might have said, 'Thank your "
thought May. u, ae.1 aria
But presently the Maggie returned,
carrying in her beak something long and
bright, which she laid at Mays feet.
| "Oh, my knitting needle!" cried May.
| "There," said the Maggie; good-by.
feel as if could eat my breakfast now"
| "Oh!" CRIED May, "won't you bring
back the other two needles first? If you
| will, and if / can get some worsted, will
knit you some stockings when have fin
ished fathers" .a1as f.e5s ,esrpa'iea 9
"No, thank you," said the Maggie, g
have had quite enough of stockings. !
am sorry to disappoint you at the same
| time, particularly as you have been good
natured but remember that have had
none of the wool you promised me, so it is
but fair we should share the needles. Good
by, my dear! really must build my nest
and get my breakfast, for declare I am
| getting ravenous.s By-by! i hope we
shall meet again !'{8 90
81 don't ever want to see Maggie
again J" said May, emphatically, as she flew
not care, and May went home sorrowfully
having only recovered one needle out OF
the three that had been stolen.
The next morning Mrs. Mag went to
her stoTchouse to inspect her remaining
| treasures, but when she had kicked away
the dry leaves which covered the collec.
tion, to her horror and surprise she found
that her beautiful bright sticks were
gone, and that in their place were
sticks OF the same size, but of dark brown
color. u - =
! "This is some trick of my miscbievous
cousins, the Jackdaws," cried she. "Bul
to think that should have wasted my
time and had that dreadful stuff round nv
foot, and yet get nothing at the end but