Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1875-02-17
A Dog in q Churn.

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.t... A Dog in Churn.
(Frorn the Miners Journal
A short time since a farmers wife re-
siding in Berks county, Pa, was en-
gagged on the greensward in front of
the house in churning butter. The fe-
male is one of those spruce, tidy house
wives for which Berks county is so pro-
verbal, and invariably takes special
pains to turn out prime butter and good
bread. Now, the woman in question
opened the lid of the churn to. see
what progress she had made; and hay
ing business in the house neglected to
replace it. A small dog belonging to
the family-one of that breed of poo
dies good for nothing else but to lie in
the sun and wag their narratives came
along at a dog trot, having no doubt
shifted a feast from afar. Ponto halted
in front of the churn, and with bound
landed upon it's top. Scanning the sur
roundings, and finding that the coast
was clear, the brute inserted his head
into the open vessel, and was soon en-
gagged in satiating his appetite on its
rich contents. Horror upon horror
elongating bis neck deep into the churn
in search of butter curds, the dog fell
through the opening into the vessel.
Just at this moment the woman re-
turned, and, hurriedly replacing the
lid, made things lively for the purp
awhile. After manipulating the crank
for fifteen minutes she took peep in
side, and, supposing the dog to be a
lump of butter, inserted her hand for
the purpose of removing it, whereupon
the animal souirmed around, and the
woman, who is firm believer in signs
and tokens, quickly withdrew her hand,
and left the spot at the top Of her
speed, in search Of her husband, who
was at work in the barn. The man
upon reaching the green and making
an examination, turned to the partner
of his ''joys and sorrows, D." and said,
"Mine Got, Betz, you have churnlng
the leedle dog, Ponto." The poodle
was brought forth, the contents OF the
churn emptied, and things assumed
their regular channel again.
Singular Story of Jealousy.
A singular story of jealousy and re-
venge comes to us from Sicily. A beau
tiful young girl named Florina, who
was the belle of a travelling circus, in
which she figured as the lion tanner,
had been for some time receiving the
attentions of an athlete belonging to
the same troupe. By some means she
ascertained that he was not faithful to
her, but had another lady love. No
signs, however, of her painful discov-
cry were allowed to escaIe. She stlll
smiled sweetly upon him, but respond
ed coldly to his ardent caresses. In her
own bosom she planned terrible re-
venge. One evening recently when
the performance had been unu-
sually brilliant-after Florina had
whipped the lions and forced them to
lie at her feet-she called her recreant
lover aside and said to him: ''Do you
still love me!'' "Always," he an
swered. "Do you know that I should
die if you should devote yourself to
another woman?" "What an idea -
responded the young man. but I
should first kill you,' said Florina.
''And how would you do that %
''Thus," cried the girl, at the same in
stont pushing him violently into the
cage of the lions. They attacked the
unfortunate man at once AMI tore him
to pieces, while Florida urged them on
with blows of her whip.