Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-09-05

| he remarked. He bites people. Not
Young ladies, Nora darling, nor children
he is real good to little boys. but 9TH
er people he bites"
could not speak, and did not dare
to laugh. Auntie's face was awful.
81 am going to the barn." she said
briefly.
We made our way through the ducks
and hens. skirting perilously yard full
of pigs, and trembling at small window
in shed, were protruded great head,
with short horns and soft beautiful eyes
but low rumbling note proclaimed that
it was the bull, the terror of our field
walks and grove picnics. Not that we
had really encountered him in the body,
but in the spirit he always seemed to
haunt the next field or be screened by
shadlest trees.
"Oh, Bardie, don't like the looks of
him." whispered.
sTake hold of my hand; I'll take care
of you,r said the little knight; and we
passed the monster that looked yearning-
" at us in our freedom, and gave re-
sounding below that shuddered through
and through me.
Bardie laughed at my fears.
"What are you 'frald of, Nora sweet?
He has big ring in his nose, and can't
do anything. Anybody can lead him
about. Papa said once if you could only
put ring on person you could lead
him by his nose.'
"What's that?" said Aunt Urania, from
behind.
We entered the barn, full to overflow
ing with sweet new hay, and fragrant
with its perfume, and with the breath of
the patient cow that lay contentedly by
in her corner, with her head raised in
watchful care of her little weak-legged,
scrawny offspring. / never saw a very
young calf before and was disappointed.
"Veal!'' pronounced Aunt Urania.
ssAnd not particularly good at that, ]
should say"
Bardie did not understand the pro-
phecy.
Isn't it lovely?" he cried. 81 wish
papa would buy it fer me, the dearest
little thing! What makes it look so fun
ny and wet?"
otis mother has been giving it some
thing which is good for all little chill
dren, Bardie,' said my aunt. .'Particu-
larly for little boys. A good licking!'
Bardie understood this time, and looked
vengefully at her. Then spapping the
fingers of his minute hand to the old dog,
that lay near fapplnga heavy good-na-
tured tail against the hard boards, he ut
tered low but perfectly distinct est,
boy"
Up jumped the obedient Bruce with a
clumsy leap, and ran, barking loudly,
to the door, where he supposed the unseen
enemy was lurking. Aunt Urania fid-
geted.
''Did you do that, you little rascal?'
she asked not quite sure, however, for she
had been watching my successful effort
to climb to the top of the great mountain
of hay whereI new sat amid the fragrance
of dried clover leaves, and felt in para
disc.
It was an admirable point of view, but
not convenient place to render assistance
in an emergency. And thus it happened
that could see the cow, growing uneasy
at the hubbub, rising to her feet, and fin
ally, with threatened look, advanced
step or two with lowered horns. I
could see it all, but was powerless to
help, and could onlv scream:
"Aunt! Bard1e! the COW! the cow!'
Quick as wink Bardie slipped past
the angry animal, and, as he expressed
it ''shinned up the narrow haymow, where
he perched himself triumphantly beside
me- Dignity and age alike forbade the
exercise of shining to aunty, notwith
standing Bardie's opinion of her length
of limb She wavered, tried tor one brief
moment to Flock the animal in
the eyes," but forward movement on
the cows part put that idea to fight,
and she turned and fled, pursued only a
few steps by the disturbed mother, who
''saw her to the door, with loud moo
of dismissal, echoed in distant thunder
from the small window wherein cleaned
the bulls excited eye; pursued also, I am
ashamed to say, by a derislve laugh from
Bardie, who stood on one leg, balancing
himself with a pitchfork, and shrieked
out: III told you she had red things. Ism t
it fun!"
We snugged down in the hay and let
the cow quiet herself by vigorous re-
turn to her nursery duties, and then I
whispered a little admonition to Bardie
on the subject of his behavior to aunty
1t was by no means the first time had
rebuked my small chage, and he took
it very penitently; though when I found
myself saying, sit isn't like mama's lit
tie boy to act so.'' came to full stop,
with sudden remembrance of Susie's
inveterate naughtiness when Aunt drama
was in the question.
He liked to hear about mama, the
sweet bright, unknown image, whom
nobody but had ever brought to his
mind, and he lay with his head in my
lap, listening to my stories of our child
ish play and adventures, until the pleased
smile grew wagner and softer, and the
long lashes dropped lower, and he slept,
looking more than ever Like wandering
cherub of heavenly rearing.
Then, as sat, doubly prisoned by the
foe beneath and the friend above, heard
a quick, unexpected footstep, and Henry
Bent entered the barn with an amused
and perturbed face.
The cow had settled to comfortable
nan the flies droned in the srnshine and