The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-01-17

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through the room, sitting the little suf-
ferer, and comforting the watchers.
When he had finished, Gianetta stretched
out her arms.
"Thank you, dear Nicolo," she said;
that was pleasant. Now shall sleep;
but you must never sleep; you have
much else to do; you must go out into
the world, and be famous go away far,
far from here. Do you mind my words ?
Will you remember them?"
And she lay back exhausted on her
pillow, never more to ask for music in
this world. Gianetta was listening even
then to the angels song.
That night Nicolo sat beside the dead
body of his little friend. Lights burned,
flowers were scattered round her, and
prayers were said without ceasing III all
these long hours. It was the custom of
the country; it did not disturb the dead,
and it comforted the living.
And when morning dawned the friend
less boy went back to his little room
across the road, and there he poured out
his heart in farewell strain to his dear
companion who had thus suddenly been
snatched from him.
There was no more now to be done but
to fulfil her last command to go out
into the world, and to make himself
famous.
Did he do SO? 5a l
Ask those who love music, and hold
dear all great names in it's roll Of fame,
if they ever heard Of Nicolo Paganini;
for it is of his boyhood that L write.
Bobby.
Have [ ever told you about Bobby
Brown-my Bobby Brown? She is one
of the eccentricities of the farm, and
made herself pet in way and maner as
follows
At twilight one evening last June, a
full hour after all the fowl, little and big,
had gone to roost, I was sitting just in
side the back door, when what should
come toddling along SO late but a little,
brown, fluffy, one-day-old chicken. It
sided up the broad steps as best it could
and, piping quite dolefully, stopped at
my feet and asked to be taken up as
plainly as chicken could So take it up
I did, and as it nestled in my closed hand
the pitiful piping became the softest,
most satisfied tweeting."
Taking it back to it's coop beneath the
cottonwood group about three rods away,
[ tucked it under it's mothers wing, but
on getting back to the door, there was
the little thing at my heels. So what
could I do but consider it founding
and settle it safe for the night in bit of
old shawl in basket to carry il with me
later to my bedroom.
Four times I presented Bobby
though it had not been named then-to
different mother, hoping it might at
last find guardian congenial to its
tastes. But whether it's little brothers
and sisters had told it horrible stories in
the darkness of how, night after night,
big, long tailed rats came to the coops
and carried off little chickens from their
dear mammas, or, whether it had some
clairvoyant sense of danger, I do not
know. At all events stay with me it
would, and had to be it's auntie. It
lived altogether in the farmhouse, never
venturing into the cottage; was never
under foot, but just trudged about from
morning till night picking up what
kitchen delicacies it could. It snapped
at flies the livelong day, and had a crop
like an Alderman's. It caught more
mice than the cats, and killed them by
humping them on the floor. Tt had a
CHEEKY spirit that commended itself to
bipeds without feathers, and sang and
chirped necessarily always the same
notes, though no doubt they meant a
great many different things.
During the day it never paid any one
the least attention, and always SHE'D off
if tried to take it up.
But as roosting time came on, it fol-
lowed me about like child, whimpering
and crying most earnestly to be put to
bed. Then when I took it up it would
"tweet, tweet'' in a most comfortable
tone, and nestle down in it's old shawl
until morning. Occasionally 1 would
let it pick from my mouth, and once it
was so very funny that had to laugh,
when the little thing walked right in,
legs and all, to see what was behind the
laugh, perhaps, I was quite alarmed, for
[ was afraid [ should have to swallow it,
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busy running around from coop to coop,
erecting barbados against rats, that
poor Bobby's sleepy cries were unheed-
ed. But it kept at my heels all over the
place, and then if dusk had come on it
would trudge off into the farmhouse
where would find it with it's head I'M
der it's wing roosting on the lower round
of O kitchen chair.
Bobby is now half-grown chicken,
but, though it no longer likes to be pat
ronized, it keeps mostly about the house
and has very little to say to the other
fowls. So they don't like it.
One night, a month or SO ago, it was
missing, Where should I find it but on
lower bough of cottonwood tree be-
fore the farmhouse door, where twenty
or thirty hens and their chickens roasted.
It had struck out for itself and would
have got on very we'll if it hadn't whim-
pered so. For the old hens and big
chickens that roasted near it saw what a
baby it was and picked it, sometimes
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