The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1880-09-09

snou1un'l WOnuer II sne killed you"
Aunty vouchsafcd no reply, but strobe
majestically on, scorning to veil by one
half inch the somewhat unnecessary
consplcuousness other long scarlet stock
ings. Bardie looked at her very hard.
"a very cross dog lives in the barn.
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.''
Icould not speak, and Cid not dare
| to laugh. Auntie's face was awful.
II am going to the barn." she said
briefly. 'D
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
shad1est trees. w4 5.7 -
ooh, Bardie, don't like the looks of
| him." whispered. 1 SSH ~ q
"Take hold of my hand; I'll take care
| of you," said the little knight; and we
passed the mooster that looked yearning-
| ~ at US in our freedom, and gave re-
sounding below that shuddered through
and through me. i '"..H
Bardie laughed at my fears. -.s.
"What are you 'fra1d 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. - -7 s.E r'.s
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,
scrswny offspring. I never saw a very
young calf before and was disappointed.
"Veal? pronounced Aunt Urania.
"And not particularly good at that, I
should say"
Bardie did not understand the pro
phecy.
isn't it lovely?" he cried. II wish
papa would buy it for me, the dearest
little thing! What makes it look so fun
my and wet9"
"1t's 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 icking!'
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,
boyr' .....'. -rs
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 i'd
geted. -a 5#s.E 5.--
"Did you do that, you little rascal2''
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 where now sat amid the fragrance
Of dried clover leaves, and felt in para
disc.
twas 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
a step or two with lowered horns. I
could see it all, but was powerless to
help, and could only scream:
"Aunt! Bard1e! the COW! the cow!''
Quick as wink Bardie slipped past
the angry animal, and, as he expressed
it skinned 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 rlook the animal in
the eyes, but forward movement on
the cows part put that idea to flight,
and she turned and fed, 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, am
ashamed to say, by derisive laugh from
Bardie, who stood on one leg, balancing
himself with pitchfork, and shrieked
out: II told you she had red things. Isn't
it funp'
We snugged down in the hay and let
the COW quiet herself by d vigorous re-
turn to her nursery duties, and then I
whispered little admonition to Bardie
on the subject of his behavior to aunty
It was by no means the first time had
rebuked my small chage, and he took
it very penitently; though when I found
myself saying, "It isn't like mama's lit
tie boy to act so:'' I came to full stop,
with a sudden remembrance of Susie's
inveterate naughtiness when Aunt drama
was in the question. s III
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 !
toe beneath and the friend above, I heard
g. quick, unexpected toOtsteD. and Henry