The Conservative. (M'connelsville, Ohio) 1866-1871, 1870-12-02
TIE CHICKEN FHAT 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 whole year, and more'n 8
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 tdnI" he cried.
perhaps he can," Harry, said Sylvia.
year. When he saw them In the baskst
he asked what they were-he didn't know.
But as soon as he tasted one, he said,
'St'awbe'ss.'
Then prehdps he can; but don't be-
lieve so, replied Harry, trying to push a
fly in the kittens mouth. "There I
didr' ne cried 81 got in one a-past her
teeth p
Meantime the engine was putting and
i pulling, and making the car-wheels fly
around and around, bringing Uncle Philip
and Aunt Jennie nearer and nearer every
minute. And, at the same time, paps 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, I will put my armes
round aunty and hud her tight tar"
said Bug. climbing upon a chair, putting
his right tAamb in his mouth, and taking
hold of his left ear with his left hand.
In . minute more his head began to
6roop as though the little brown hand
was weight pulling it down.
"Bug is asleep cried Harry. "Now
he can't sit up to see aunty to night.
Bugs head came up straight in an in
slant.
"Yes," said he, ST mus do to bed"
So that was the last of Bug for that
night But, very bright and early next
morning. aunt Jennie heard 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.Rood news
80 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 ap his razor
Bugs father wears q 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 tuttin' of him's node" said he,
gravely. after minute.
Then lncls Philip and aunt Jennie
laughed. and Bug laughed with them, and
pretty soon the breakfast-bel rang.
But before breakfast was half over, Bug
slipped from his chair.
81 tan't eat sny moro upper. 1t mate
me tick, said he. "Where mines hat 2"
ae continued. feeling on his head. 81
want i. I doin' out doors"
Nobody had seen it, and nobody knew;
but pretty scon Bug gave howl of delight
"He=o it id, in the tiehen ~ he cried.
''rne old tat and the titten had dot in it "
''Well, don't go where it Is wet, Bug, re-
member, said his mother, who was hand
some woman. but apt to be meddlesOme.
'No, I won't do ut, /" replied Bug. posi-
lively. ST won't do on the drass, nor on
:he bvicks, nor on the dround, nor on
d1yfring- -
Then of he pattered to the henceop un-
der the bIackheart cherry tree, with the
kitten hugged in onearm and his thumb
in his mouth.
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, clacking and grooming
and fiuttering, 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 urlucky young bantam, on
his way to the coop, ran so fast he tripped
~. far "a 1fl lnr,r oraA AIraQflr
Bug dropped the kitten and caught him.
The poor thing gave one fierce, sharp peep,
and then shut his black, beady eyes, and
stopped struggling.
Him dead 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 misehance. had been
left on the verbena-bed, and than 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 q
dandelion, upside down, and one full-blos-
soDed scarlet poppy that George trans
planted from his garden only the evening
before.
'I will bewy him's light by my fowers,"
said Bug, holding the chicken fast in one
dimpled hand, and digging his grave with
the trowel il the other.
Pretty soon the old gray cat came in the
kitchen with yellow bantam chicken in
her mouth.
'.You naughty, naughty cat Sylvia
mamma GOMEZ r screamed Harry, who
was sitting in the window. swapping red
rose petals on his forehead. ''The cat has
got one Of my little banties."
Mamma and Sylvia came, and so did
Bug.
aT div him to the tat, J" said he. triumph
antly. Him wouldn't tay 5e1oied. Him
trswled out, and tragled out, and so
div'd him to the tat.
Poor little bentsm! Happy had it been
for him had he added in the shell; for,
though he was stiIl alive, he died very soon
after he was put back in the coop with his
head under his mot Ier's wing.
siMy little battsm IS dead, said Harry.
.'He Is dead, and Bug and the cat killed
him. Bug has lost your trowel, too, NAM
ma He took it of into the orchard, and
lost it" az
"Why, Bug What a naughty boy! How
sorry l am 70 said his mother, looking
troubled.
"IfI see a dog with.yo towel in himis
mouf, will twitch it light away and bing
it to you. 1 will. Here is o cherry-tree,'
too, for you, mamma, all ripe and nice.
1t mines. Deor1e div it me and bringed
it par you"
Then mamma was obliged to smile and
be comforted, aud Bug ran out to pick his
poppy-blossoms SO he could get the seeds
to plant Young America.
Royal Good Sense
For the benefit Of those young American
girls who think companion ''slov
poke" who doesn't sport trained dresses
and beaux, before she has hardly wiped her
mouth of the bread and butter Of school
days, il may be said that Princess Beatrice.
daughter Of Queen Victoria, now sixteen
years old, has never yet worn anything
but short dresses, even upon the grand &C.
casion of drawingr room reception, when
court trains are universal -a
FRNaEs are in endless variety; plain,
crepe and plated, and headed with g:alp,
passementerie, guimpure or velvet. Many
80 tha frinoaz are varv elegant