Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1880-06-24

| followed them now.
So did Aunt Urania, with her most
investigating spectacles perched on her
nose.
well, Bardie," she remarked, cheer
fully, eff you say we must. and papa
says we must, why, we must"
Bardie stood stock-still, with an evil
look on his face
81 didn't mean you," he said.
"Oh, my dear little boy, that wasn't
polite" whispered but he only gave
me hug, and turned to aunt with q
seraphic smile.
You'd better not go. The COW is
quite dangerous one,n he said, in a
very civil tone And she doesn't like
red things; they make her furious.
She just runs right at them and tosses
| them"
What is the child talking about,
Toss whatp I'm not a red thing.
hope"
About your legs" said Bardie," very
distinctly. :. You hold your dress up SO
high that the cow will get mad. /
| Aunty vouchsafed no reply, but strobe
majes ically on, scorning to veil by one
half inch the somewhat unnecessary
conspicuousness of her long scarlet
stockings. Bardie looked at her very
| hard.
A very cross dog lives in the barn, !"
| he remarked. 'sHe bites people. Not
young ladies, Nora darling, nor children
he j real good to little boys, but
other people he bites"
could not speak, and did not dare
to laugh. Auntie's face was awful.
"I am going to the barn." she said,
briefly.
We made our way through the ducks
and hens, ski ting perilously a yard full
of pigs, and tremblingly passing small
window in a shed, where protruded a
great head, with short horns and soft
beautiful eyes, but low rumbling note
proclaimed that it was the bull, the ter
ror Of our field walks and grove picnics.
No. 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 the shadiest tree.
+ '.Oh. Bardie. / don't like the looks of
him." whispered.
lake hold of my hand; I'll take care
of you," said the little knight; and we
passed the monster that looked yearn-
ingly at us in our freedom, and gave
resounding below that shuddered
through and through me.
Bardie laughed at my fears.
"What are you 'fraid of, Nora sweet?
He has got big ring in his nose, and
can't do anything. Anybody can lead
him about. Papa said once that 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
in her corner, with her head raised in
Watchful care of her little weak-legged
scrawny offspring. / had never seen a
very young calf before, and was disap-
pointed.
Vealt" pronounced Aunt Urania
"And not particularly good at that. !
should say
Bardie did not understand the
prophecy.
Isn't it lovelyPn he cried. II wish
papa would buy it for me, the dearest
little thingl What makes it look so
funny and wet?"
thing which is good for all little chill
u1Cis todi uAC, oesAet ny eeune' uA
ticularly for little boys. A good lick
ingw
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 Il low but per-
fectly distinct 8 st, boyn
Up jumped the obedient Bruce with a
clumsy leap, and ran, barking loudly,
to the door, where he supposed the un-
seen enemy to be lurking. unit Urania
fidgeted.
"Did you do that, you little rascalP"
she asked, not quite sure, however, for
she had been watching my successful
effort to climb to the top of great
mountain of hay, where 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 it
happened that | could see the COW,
growing uneasy at the hubbub. rising
to her feet, and finally, with threaten
ing look, advanced a step or Two with
lowered horns. / could see it all, but
was powerless to help, and could only
scream:
ssAunty! Bardiei the cowi the COW !''
Quick as a wink Baraie slipped past
the angry animal. and, as he expressed
it, ssshinned up" the haymow, where
he percbed 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 for one
brief moment to ''look the animal in
the eye," but a forward movement on
the cows part put that idea to fight,
and she turned and fed, pursued only
few steps by the disturbed mother, who
IS 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 a pitchfork,
and shrieked out: 81 told you she
hated red things. Isn't il fun!''
We snuggled down in the hay and
let the COW quiet herself by vigorous
return to her nursery duties, and then
whispered little admonition to Bardie
on the subject of his behavior to aunty.
1t was by no means the first time had
rebuktd my small charge, and he took
it very penitently; though when |
found myself saying, 1t isn't like
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