Ashtabula weekly telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1880-1886, 1880-07-16

NAANllys !
We made our way through the ducks
and hens, skirting perilously yard full
Of pigs, and tremblingly passing a small
window in shed, where protruded n
great head, with short horns and soft, |
beautiful eyes, but low rumbling note |
proclaimed that II was the bull, the ter |
ror Of our field walks and grove picnics. |
Not that we had ever really encountered |
him in the body, but in the spirit he |
always seemed 10 haunt the next field,
or be screened by the shadiest tree.
"Oh, Bardie, don't like the looks Of
him. l whispered.
"Take hold Of my hand I'll take care
Of you," said the little knight; aud we
passed the monster, that looked yearn-
ingly at us in our freedom, and gave a
resOunding below that shuddered
through and through me.
Bardie laughed at my fears.
"What are you 'fraid of, Nora sweetp
He has got big ring in his nose, and
can't do any thing. Any body can lead
him about. Papa said once that IL you
could only put ring on person, you
could lead him by his nose"
"What's thatP" said Aunt Urania,
from behind.
We entered the barn, full TO over
flowing with sweet new hay, and fra
grant with its perfume, and with the
breath of the patient COW, that lay con-
tentedly in her corner, with her head
raised in watchful care of her little
weak-legged, scrawny offspring. I had
never seen very young calf before,
and was disappointed.
Veall" pronounced Aunt Urania.
" And not particularly good at that, l
should say" ...
Bardie did not understand the
prophecy. ..
"Isn't it lovelyP' he cried. az wish
papa would buy it for me, the dearest
little thingl What makes it look so
funny and wetP"
-" Its mother has been giving it some
thing which is good for all little chill
dren, Bardie," said my aunt. "Par-
ticularly for little boys. A good lick
ingl"
Bardie understood this time, and
looked vengefully at her. Then snap
ping the fingers of his minute hand to
the old dog, that lay near Tapping a
heavy good-natured tail against the
hard boards, he uttered low but per-
fectly distinct /" St, bOyl"
Up jumped the obedient Bruce with
clumsy leap, and ran, barking loudly,
to the door, where he supposed the un-
seen enemy to be lurking. Aunt Urania
fidgeted
" ibid you do that, you little rasealr'
she asked, not quite sure, however, for
she had been watching my successful
effort to climb to the top of a great
mountain of hay, where 1 now sat amid
the fragrance of dried clover leaves
and felt in Paradise.
1t was an admirable point of view,
but not convenient place to render as.
sistance in an emergency. And thus il
happened that 1 could see the COW
gowing uneasy at the hubbub, rising tC
her feet, and finally, with threatening
look, advance a step or two with low
cred horns. I.could see it all, but wa,
powerless to help, and could only
scream,
1 "Auntyl Bardiel the Govt the cow!'
Quick as wink Bardie slipped pas
the angry animal, and, as he expressed
it, "shinned up" the haymow, whert
he perched himself triumphantly besidt
me. Dignity and age alike forbade tn,
exercise of shining to aunty, notwith
standing Bardie's opinion of her lengtl
of limb. She wavered, tried for on
brief moment to "look the animal il
the eye," but a forward movement ol
the cows part put that idea to flight
and she turned and fled, pursued only
few steps by the disturbed mother, VIII,
"saw her to the door," with II loud mo-
of dismissal, echoed in distant thunde
from the small window wherein gleamet
the bulls excited eye; pursued also,
am ashamed to say, by derisive laugl
from Bardie, who stood on one leg, bal
ancing himself with a pitchfork, an,
shrieked out, 81 told you she hate,
} red things. Isn't it fun!"
We snuggled down in the hay, an
let the COW quiet herself by a vigorou
return to her nursery duties, and then
whispered q little admonition to Bardi
on the subject of his behavior to aunty
1t was by no means the first time ha
rebulIed my small charge, and he too
it very penitently; though when foun
myself saying, " 1t isn't like mamma
little boy to act so," came to flu
[ stop, with sudden remembrance {
Susie's inveterate naughtiness whe
Aunt Urania was in the question.
He liked to hear about mamma, tn
sweet, bright, unknown image, whor
nobody but had ever brought to hi
J mind, and he lay with his head in m
) lap, listening to my stories of our chile
/ ish play and adventures, until th
pleased smile grew vaguer and softer
D and the long lashes dropped lower, an
, he slept, looking more than ever like
, wandering cherub of heavenly rearing
Then, as L sat, doubly prisoned by th
foe beneath and the friend above, hear
quick, unexpected footstep, and Henr
Bent entered the barn with an amuse
and perturbed face.
: The COW had settled 10 q comfortabl
. nap, the flies droned in the sunshine
l and in the quiet noon hush he woul
{ have turned away without discoverin
; us, but that low girlish giggle, Z
t which instantly felt ashamed, reyeale
s our, retreat.
It He looked up, laughing. "Oh, ther
u you are, safe enough; but where is m
small boyP"
t Here too," 1 said, in very 10
h tone, and he vaulted upon the hay, an
/ saw the pretty sleeping boy; and h
face softened into the mingled sadne
It andbrightness which oftennoticedupC
r it as he looked at her child.
al met Miss Scudamore just now wit
: terrible tale of danger and misb
a havior. 1t is all right, see. But VIII
does possess the child to behave so bad
il to herp He is perfect lamb with you
"He has it by inheritance" sal
with smile that ended in a sigh. "
It never looks so like his mother as whC
"a lthe irresistible naughtiness comes ov