Connecticut western news., 1874-11-13
SALISBURY, CONN.,. FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 13, 1874,
Millie looked at Jake out of the cor

ner of her eye, as they walked along. remembering Ty, and wondering if Jake would be so willing to help her if he knew what she had said ab Ut him. Jake seemed to divine her thoughts; at least he suddenly blurted out:
 "Roy Whitaker says Ralph says l killed your cat. I s'pose did, but didn't go for to do it. I fired near it for fun, jest to scare it, and it hopped up just in time to get shot. I wouldn't shot it purpose for nothin'."
 "I'm glad you didn't mean to do it, " replied Millie, much conciliated.
 Ralph, who had been greatly trou- bled by Millie's disappearance, was so glad to see her again all right that he even forgot to be astonished at her company. Nor did this seem just the time to give Jake that thrashing." So he nodded to Jake in an of hand way, while Millie thanked him most cordially, and Jake walked off, feeling, perhaps, more self-respect than ever in his life before.
 Ralph and Teddy their adventures, they proceeded to divide. the large piece of apple pie which Ralph had purchased with the fourteen cents. It was better than nothing, but, after all, 8 very insufficient dinner for three hungry children of healthy appetites. "Now," said Ralph, "we've stayed down here long enough. Let us go up to the Hall.
 The Hall was crowded with people. The children pushed and squeezed their way through the crowd, almost suffocated, sometimes, by the tall peo- pie. who forgot that children had their rights as well as grown people. Millie admired immensely the "Fine Arts ' collection, the chief features of which were bright yellow -colored crayon dog, reclining on an equally bright red cushion, and wreath made of old buttons. Nor could she enough won- der at the various red and white bed. quilts of indescribable patterns, espe- cially the one of exactly one thousand nine hundred and twenty-three pieces, made by an old lady of eighty-five. But the boys cared for none of these things.
 "Come, don't let's stay here all day, exclaimed Teddy, impatiently. "Let's go and see Uncle Bljah's fruit"
 Uncle 'Bijah was Mrs. Kendall's brother in Shelbourne. He raised m uch nice fruit, and generally took the first prize at the Cattle Show. The chil. dren's mouths watered as they gazed al the long rows of plates piled high witl shining red, yellow, green apples the great pears ready to burst with theil own juice the dewy, purple grapes They felt 8 tender tie of kinship tc that fruit. They knew Uncle 'Biiah would give them some if he were only there. But there was the big placard "Hands off, so they moved on to the next table. which was 8 worse tria still to people who had gone dinnerless
 Here were delicately brown loaves ot wheat and rye bread, rolls of yellow butter, tempting cheeses, cans of fruit boxes of clear, golden honey. Nevel did anything smell so aggravatingl. delicious as that bread and butter.
 "I tell you what," said Ralph, ".. just wish was on the bread and butte committee. You'd better believe I't give the things fair trial"
 "Do you suppose they could put 70, in jail for just taking that little piece O bread ?" asked Teddy, whose principle were beginning to waver before hi hunger.
 "Why, yes, of course they could, said Millie. "Don't you touch it, Tsdd, Kendall. It's stealing just as much a anything"
 When Mir. Kendall came to the Hal at five he found three tired, dirty-facet children, quite ready to go home. A they drove into the yard Millie, who's, senses were sharpened by hanger, an nounced that she smelt johnny cake "one of the puffy, sweetened kind"
 Sure enough, Mrs. Kendall, with th' penetration peculiar to mothers, hat foreseen that 8 substantial suppe would probably be acceptable. Ther was not only johnny cake, but colo baked beans and chipped dried beef besides plenty of bread and butter ant new gingerbread"
 "Well, I declare," said Aunt Olive as she brought the third piled up plat full of golden squares of smoking ho johnny cake, you make me think o that conundrum, Why is a hungry bo like a chrysalis ? Because he make the butter fy."