New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1881-12-11

The snow had vanished away, and within tho
large kitchen garden at Daisy Farm all the fruit.
trees had burst into blossom. Wralhs OF pink and
white foamy bloom dTaped the high walls and tho
apple and cherry trees. All along the back OF one
wall a large shed had been built and matched
over. and within this stood the twenty incubators
aud the copper for boiling water.
Hen had Just emerged from this binding, and
was walking down the path Of the garden. driving
n little flock of yellow chicks before her with .
sallow wand. A broad shepherdess hat sheltered
her head from the already brilliant SUM- aud the
dreaded coarse strong shoes encased her little feet
Priscilla HYDE lifted the latch of the Kitchen
garden door and usbered in gentleman whom
Hens heart recognized with bound
Said Miss Priscilla: This Is Mr.. Hansard who
visited before, and is q connoisseur of poultry
He desires to add to his collection by selections
from our stock ! must leave him TO your care for
q short time, and Will return as soon possible
As soon rs she was gone, the cOnnOsseur gaZed
merrily in the eyes Of the little hen-wife. We'll,
how goes 4 all, my most wiltul ward z
beautifully. just look at my flock OF fifty
chicksP
Fifty chicksl After struggle Of three months
and an OUTLAY of two hundred poundsP
Well sir. what would you havef We are only
at the commencement OF our career.
Il visited on my way here. lady who has pro-
duced a hundred fine fowl since Christmas, and
never saw an incubator
She must be a narrow minded person. ! tell you
we are looking TO the future
And how MANY more hundred pound bills will
you spend before the future begins 10 arrive
Your views are sOrdid. Mr.. Hansard.'
Aud yours are visionary .
Il tell you will not have my dear old ladies dis
appoint ed. Besides, you know, am laying up
provision for my own old age. shall take all this
of their hands after they have succeeded TO my for
tune
That is if you do not marry Mr.. George Gains
borough
III Mr. Hansard, il you only come hero to insult
me, beg you will take your departure at once
All IN good time. lie told ne lac had paid you
visit here, also as "A connoisseur.'
Oh yes, and how delighted dear Miss Priscilla
US out" she said 10 me. Hlt must be lucky
omen."'
lie made n good hit on that occasion, under
stand; was able to be very useful 10 you
The wretch he dared TO prescribe for our ailing
nursery, aud poisoned them ALL
WHAT
i was sitting on one side of the parlor fire. and
sick dear of chick rolled up In hot flannel IN our
laps. That was bad enough. as the poor little
martyrs ought 20 have been out pecking about IN
the fresh air instead of being roasted alive Mt the
fire. Divers draperies were hanging up In irregular
places to screen the gasping creatures from the
came Mr. Gainsborough. the audacious creature, to
persecute ma even in my obscurity. lie pretended
TO know all about the diseases OF chickens, ana adj
vised me to give them pills of cayenne pepper and
butter. We obeyed him and dosed our chicks 10
death. The cayenne pepper finished their miser-
after he left Miss Sophy and wept over our
murdered chicks
Il begin to fear poor Gainsborough was born
under an unlucky star: but let us forget botn MN
and the chickens Tor little while. Do you know,
find this garden the most perfect Paradise ever
entered. Was the sky ever 50 blue before, or were
fruit blossoms ever so fresh and beautiful could