The Red Cloud chief., 1879-06-05

the horizon with . spy-giAss from hi.
fsshsr's basn-window. swell. it,s plain
to be seen she's al ready 70 jump u the
chance" soliloquised Mr.. Lszssr. "I
believe she voah hsve made ne . pro-
posa h9sukl = I'D said there Eve min
utes naGnes ltss lucky ! got away when
/ did. &xikoo1d hnfe 10 tell her Il was
on aoeoons q hee looks. Bat 1t wont
do; sheAs too plain-favored- It's hard
on In, though; ms evident her mind is
sot on me. HowsomeveT, l dont know
~ I'm beholien 70 make soch . sscn-
fce of my ieelings."
He reached this conclusion and Mr..
Jones's barn-yard simultaneously. The
only visible occupant was . bantam
rooster. which crowed valianiiy at Mr..
Lazier's approach, 20 whose over
wrought imagination he seemed 70 be
saying, "Ke-tu-u-Yah!" The farmer
threw . stick at the fowl, but, adroiily
lodging it, he reiterated. "ke-isu u
rah."
"IT Keturah you!" exclaimed aloud
the irate bachelor, Selling q milking
stool. But barn-yards farn Sd footing
as treacherous as the polished floors OF
palaces, and Mr.. Lazier found himself
on his knees in an em~erald-hued pool,
while the rooster, perched upon the
gate, triumphantly proclaimed, "ke-tu-
u-Ia ahi"
There was q sort of smothered ex-
plosion somewhere overhead in the
barn, but Hezekiah vas too busy with
his own meditations--which were not
( SO pious as his attitude--to heed any
thing else.
I" swan, |" he calculated, which pc
culiar expression might have been sug-
gested by his scquatic adventure. He
was Fastening from the scene Of his
misfortune, but, rs he turned the cor
ner, ran plump into Mr.. Jones, who ex-
claimed, " Hello, Llzier!-c come TO see
her, eh?" Mr.. Lazier's intellect, never
over-robust, vas becoming decidedly
confused. He s~tammered, Well, I've
Just come from-ihat il, I've been 10
see"
"Ke-tu-u-rah! " added the bantam,
helping him out. Mr.. Lszier turned
very red, and looked first at the milk
ipg-stool and then at the splashes on
his pants.
"Co-boss! co-boss! co-bos' " called
Mr.. Jones, opening the gate Mich led
into the lane. Presently : griddle-
cake celored Alderney made her ap-
pearan C, and walked solemnly toward
the two men,.
Mr.. Lazier proceeded TO punch her
ribs in a scientific manner.
allow many quarts does she give
now?" he inquired. "Not much of q
mixer, | Judge. Attorneys never are"
he added, with the scornful air Of in
difference which becomes the expert
enced buyer.
"She's a frst-class mixer, sir" said
Dir. Jones. Eight quarts q day, or you
may have her for nothing. Then, you
know, an Attorneys milk is half cream.
anyway; SO if you want her for butter
making, she'll be wOlth TO you
than n that gives more that isn't SO
rich. Why, we never put any carrots
in her butter in the winter-just as yell
low in January a June. Why, sir, her
butter took the prize at cattle show"
$50 Mrs. SelchOw said," rejoined
Mr.. Lazier, whose mind had slightly
wandered.
"Mrs. Selchow!" repeated MI. Jones,
in some surprise, for he was conscious
that his last statement had been fabri-
Gated for the occasion. "What does
she know about the cow?"
"Cow?-oh MOI l meant-that is, l
must have been thinking of something
else," Numbered Mr.. Lazier, looking
uneasily al the bantam, which
Never fitting. never fitting.
Still WA sitting, still was sitting,
just above
the barn yard gate.
Snow, sir, you know what she is
worth. She is worth more than the
value OF the money, you q see your-
self. You can't do any better than to
take her. OF course it don't make any
difference to me, but if you know a good
CHARGE when you see it, if you know
what's for your own interest, you'll
take her, and she'll never disappoint
you"
eff she want so humbly," murmur-
ed MIR. LsZier, absently, for, by this
time, ''his eyes we're with his heart, and
that was far away"
"Hey! what are you talking about?"
asked Jones.
"Ke-tu rah!" cried a voice overhead,
in imitation OF the bantam. "Ke-t tn rah
Kiddle! :"
There was no possibility of mistake
this time, it was keturah Riddle and
nothing else, and it certainly was not
the bantam. TIE sbipwrecked adven-
turers in the enchanted island of Pros
pero were not more distraught by the
strange noises of that i.ls than was Mr..
Lazier by this serial voice. He dashed
wildly out of the barn-yard, with MIR.
Jones's dog Tower in hot pursuit.
Hezekiah,'; said Mrs. Lazisr, at sup
per, "l'd as lieves you'd 60 down to
the corners and get me some molasses
and a Goldfish tonight"
"Wa'al," said Mr.. Lazier; and half
an hour later his green chariot and one
eyed horse drew up before that instiiu-
ton known as ''the store" The chron-
ic group of loungers which were FORM
ing a sort of fence around Cornelius
Jones, Jun, could not have drawn on
more funereal c~ountenances when Mr..
Lszisr entered if he had been q sarco-
phagus; and the silence was unbroken
until he asked for his Dolasses.
Young Jones sauntered csrelessly up
to a key of butter which stood upon the
counter.
eek. X Whose butter is this ?" he
asked.
THAT BUTTER" said the store-keeper,
coughing, .'was made by Miss Riddle"
"kiddle? What! the one that lives
on the cross roads, over our way?" in
CURED Cornelius, gravely.
MI. Lazier began to regard q string
Of button-nolds with deep interest.
We'll, now" resumed Cornelius, 81