Ashtabula weekly telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1880-1886, 1880-10-01

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his false teeth. They had been stolen
from the bureau. and the house was
searched, and everybody questioned
without success. Cudio, meanwhile.
sat grimly porched on top Of the book
case, and heard all tho excitement. But
he only ierked his trim head on one
side, and looked sauoy. as he always
did. Al last the loss was laid to him.
as was every loss IN the house. general
ly, must admit, with good reason.
| The turmoil subsidized somehow; Uncle
John was waited upon in the solitude
of his chamber, took his breakfast With
a spoon, and meditated a visit 10 the
dentist; while the young lady dressed
for the street, and started out on q
shopping expedition. At the first place
she stopped, wanting something from a
small bag which she wore at her side.
she pulled out her handkerchief, and.
70 her horror, there rolled out on TO the
counter, before the astOnished faces Of
the clerks, the missing set Of false teeth
One day Mr.. Kent brought home a
very large, thick photograph album.
with places for large pictures. This
seemed tOtrOuble CudjO. who apparent
ly thought the holes ought TO be filed.
and that the duty fell TO him. So, one
day he was very busy, scarcely seen
about the house, and not till Dan went
TO feed the rabbit family was it suspect
ed what important business had so oc-
cupied the naughty bird. To his grief.
Dan found his whole family Of little rab-
bits killed, and skinned, and carried of.
OF course, he knew that Cudio was the
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bodies was not known for day or two.
I'LL some one opened the new photograph
album. There, between the leaves, in
the holes left for the pictures, were
found the unfortunate rabbit babies,
sticking the pages together, and con-
sequently utterly running the book
The worst fault of CudiO remains to
be told; he was what is NOWADAYS
tenderly called a kleptomaniac. That
Is, be had an intense longing 10 ap-
prOpriate 10 his own uses everything
that struck his fancy-there isa shorter,
but not so polite, name for this tend
ency. Being strong and quick, he
generally succeeded, though the only
use he seemed to have, was hiding Il
away. He had the regular miser spirit
Of boarding. The neighbors all feared
him so, if he came into a house, through
door or window, no one ventured to
touch him, but all stood back while he
looked around and selected what he
chose, a thimble, a kitting-needle, a
piece Of money. a silver spoon, or any
thing, aud carried it of to his hiding
place.
For long time the place where Cudio
hid his treasures could not be found.
but one day a mound was discovered
under the piazza, and its contents taken
out. Should you like TO know what Il
crow would consider worth hiding away
80 carefully? Let me tell you a few Of
the things; a siX-bladed knife; a cross
that had been blessed BY the Bishop
(and belonging to servant girl); some
copper cents; a glass eye from the
stuffed owl; a small china dog from the
mantel bits of glass from a kaleidO-
scope; a silver spoon or two; a fine
toothed comb, and a gold ring. Was
not that variety?
The most inveterate enemies that
Guido ever had we're the negroes on the
place, and their feelings were fully re-
ciprocated by him. The hOuse-serVants
hated him, because he always flew at
their feet, and barefooted they would
GO, in warm weather. Perhaps he
thought it improper, or possibly he
thought the color of their skin an in
sulting attempt to initiate his own
glossy hue; however it was, he torment
ed them without ceasing.
One day a woman brought child to
visit the cook. 1t strayed away, and
nothing was thought of it, until sud
denly there arose a terrific row. 1t
sounded like furious fight; the savage
" caw' of the crow was heard mingled
with the shrieks OF child. The whole
family rushed toward the room whence
the sounds came, and found the child
driven into a corner, and half frighten-
ed out of its wits, while Cudjo had
fairly surrounded it. He was prancing
across in front of it with his most saw
age air. feathers ruffied up, and ready
for war. Now and then he would
pounce on the little girls feet, while
the child held up her hands and
screamed.
He was usually cunning enough to
keep himself from injury, but once he
made terrible mistake. He saw some
beautiful red things in the kitchen, that
cook seemed to prize, and he resolved
to have one. At a favorable moment
he pounced upon one and swallowed it
in an instant. 1t was a red pepper, and
it was not long before Cudjo saw his
error. 1t began to burn inside; he be-
came uneasy; and soon he flew around
as though he was crazy, squawking.
and gasping, and at last he fell down as
though dead. He received no SYM
pathy from cook, who remembered his
sharp bill.
"1ts good fur yo'! good fur yo'r'
she said, between her laughing; "yo'
done fool 'selfr'
He recovered after a while, but he
was now five years old, and his career
drew near a close.
My little hero fell a victim at last, to
his curiosity and his thievish inclina-
tions. He found one day, in the cellar.
lot of soft cement, intended for a floor,
and so made that it would grow almost
as hard and solid as stone. CudjO
could not carry off such soft, unman-
ageable stuff, so what must he do but
eat it! Alas! it hardened in his stom-
ach, and put an end to all his mischief.
-0iUe IhoTne, in Youths Companion.
The BridegrOOm's "Best Man."
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