Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1870-11-30
TUE CHICKEN THAT WOULDN'T
STAY BURIED.
BY FRANCIS LEE,

'.Bug can't remember uncle Philip and
aunt Jennie. can he, Sylvia? He hasn't
seen them for q whole year, and more'n q
whole year."
Bug looked up from under his torn hat
brim, with his hair in his eyes and the pol
len of yellow lily on his face.
81 tanF" he cried.
''Perhaps he can," Harry, said Sylvia.
! .'He has remembered strawberries whole
year. When he saw them in the basket
he asked what they were-he didn't know.
But as soon as he tasted one, he said,
| 'Stawbe'ss.'"
''Then prehdps he can; but l don't be-
Iieve SO, replied Harry, trying to push a
fly in the kittens mouth. "There
didp he cried. 81 got in one a-past her
| teeth p l,5g 5u Ef 1aG
| Meantime the engine was putting and
pulling, and making the carwheels fly
around and around, bringing Uncle Philip
! end Aunt Jennie nearer and nearer every
minute. And, at the same time, papa and
mamma, with the new carriage and wolf.
skin robe, the black and gray horses and
| Tom to drive, were on their way to meet
| them at the depot in the city.
when her tones. will put my armes
round aunty and hud her tight 1 tan, :"
said Bug, climbing upon chair, putting
his right thumb in his mouth, and taking
hold of his left ear with his left hand.
+ In a minute more his head began to
droop as though the little brown hand
WAS s. weight pulling it down.
"Bug is asleep = cried Harry. sNow
he can't sit up to see aunty to night.
Bugs head came up straight in an in
slant
Eyes," said he, s'I mus do to bed" "a
So that was the last of Bug for that
night. But, very bright and early next
morning, aunt Jennie heard a rattling and
tapping at her door, and there he stood,
his face shining with good nature and his
morning bath.
81 tome" said he, smiling, and looking
as though that must be good news.
$50 you have, replied uncle Philip. who
was lathering his face. 'Kiss me-"
81 SAINT do ut. It's nasty" said Bug,
running backward till he came against the
window. Then he stood looking sharply
at uncle Philip as he took up his razor.
Bugs father wears great long beard,
away down INTO his tea and soup, and Bug
never saw anybody shave before. So he
stood and looked with his eyes as round as
cranberries.
'Hi n tuttin' off him's node" said he,
gravely, after a minute.
1ACu uuCiO L NIP aho -NhV cCAAfo
laughed, and Bug laughed with them, and
pretty soon the breakfast bell rang.
But before breakfast was half over, Bug
slipped from his chair.
81 tan't eat any more upper. 1t mate
me tick" said he. ''Where mines hat ?"
he continued, feeling on his head. 81
want it. I doin' out DOORS"
Nobody had seen it, and nobody knew;
but pretty soon Bug gave howl of delight.
"Here it id, in the tiehen :" he cried.
''The old tat and the titten had dot in it. :"
swell, don't go where it IS wet Bug, re-
member" said his mother, who was a hand
some woman, but apt to be meddlesome.
''No, I won't do ut, replied Bug, posi-
lively. 'I won't do on the drass, nor on
the bwicks, nor on the dround, nor on
anything.
Then off he battered to the henceop un-
der the blackheart cherry tree, with the
kitten Rugged up in one arm and his thumb
in his nlouth.
Little bits of yellow bantams, covered
with down, were running over the grass
like yellow dandelions on two legs, and
the mother bantam in the coop shook out
her white feathers, clucking and grooming
and futtering, full of pride and care and
happiness.
Bug stood still-kitten, thumb, torn hat
and all-and his little heart ran over with
love and Joy as he watched the tiny brood
jumping over clovers taller than they, and
losing themselves under plantain-leaves
and behind stalks of yarrow.
Presently one unlucky young bantam, on
his way to the coop, ran SO fast he tripped
up over tangle of long grass, and directly
Bug dropped the kitten and caught him.
The poor thing gave one fierce, sharp peep,
-, obI1t bic H1ook haadU and
stopped struggling.
Him dead. I doin' to bewy he in my
f'ower-darden," said Bug, stroking the
down on the little yellow legs.
So he ran for his mothers trowel that.
by some unfortunate mischance. had been
left on the verbena-bed, and then he went
to the bit of garden that belonged to him,
the spot where sometimes daisies bloomed,
sometimes bachelors buttons, and oftenest
nothing at all. At present there was a
dandelion, upside down, and one full-blos-
somed scarlet poppy that George trans
planted from his garden only the evening
before.
81 will bewy him's light by my towers"
said Bug, holding the chicken fast IN one
dimpled hand, and digging his grave with
the trowel il the other. M
Pretty soon the old gray cat came in the
kitchen with yellow bantam chicken in
her mouth.
"You naughty, naughty cat Sylvia |!
mamma GOMEZ screamed Harry, who
was sitting ia the window, swapping red
rose petals on his forehead. s'The cat has
got one of my little banties."
| Mamma and Sylvia came, and 30 did
Bug.
II div him to the tat, said he, triumph
antly. Him wouldn't tay beaoied Him
trawled ont, and trawled out, and so l
div'd him to the tai.
Poor little bantam! Happy had it been
for him had he added in the she'll; tor,
though he was still alive, he died very soon
after he was put back in the coop with his
head under his mot er's wing.
.My little battam IS dead" said Harry
He is dead, and Bug and the cat killed
him. Bug has lost your trowel, too, mann
ma. He took it off into the orchard, and
lost it,
"Why, Bug What naughty boy! How
sorry 1 am + said his mother, LOCKING
troubled.
"IfI sees dog with your towel in him s
mouf, will twitch 1T light away and olng
IT to YOU. [ will Here is q eherry-tree,
TOO. for YOU, mamma, all ripe and nice.
It mines. Deorde div it me and bringed
it par YOU"
Then mamma was obliged to smile and
be comforted, and Bug ran out to pick his
poppy-blossoms SO he could get the seeds
/ to plant = Young Anseriea.
Royal Good Sense.
For the benefit of those young American
girls who think companion a ''slow
poke" who doesn't sport trained dresses
and beaux, before she has hardly wiped her
mouth of the bread and butter of school
days. it NAV be said that Princess Beatrice,
| daughter of Queen Victoria, now sixteen
wears old, has never yet worn anything
| but short dresses, even upon the grand oo.
casion of drawingr room reception. when
| coprt trains are universal haa