The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1881-02-03

was done le must lcok al coth sidos
sihing. Hcpsy; 'tAin's real agreeable. ! 81
pec,, TO have our fowls killed j,s, as the
are a-iurnin' into meney. 80 10 SPEAK
dunno ss altogether blame Blissei 10
hcin' rilod nox.
Well. ! dunno A. he's oughier ha.
spoke the way he did ] ain't s.goin' 4
be insulioi by no liyin' man. asI know Of
! won'i never speak 10 them Blissetls u,
more; they'd ought to have kept thoir ol,
hens TO hum, and II you'd gotta mite o
proper sperit you'd jest 80 over and tel
EN- so; 20 there.
Sho, Hepsyl 'taint no use talkin Abcu
i. now he's riIed and so be you: LOT thing,
settle spoil. and then ven kinder cleal
up, ! guess Ill get a muzgle for thai
there dog; he'll bark jes, as good. but h,
can't bite things
amt a-goin' to hsv the poor cretur tor
inenied with no muxzls. Ephrism Tucker
it's cruelty to dumb beasts.
Well. veil, well, kinder calm down Z
mite, Hepsy; mebbs somsshin' slss'll do
jest - well. Come TO think ont, have
heard or read somewhere or mother that q
tyin' Of dead hon round dogs neck will
sort O. sicken 'em Of that work. ! guess
I'll get one o. Blisset's faoxls and try il on
to-morror.
But Fphraim encountered . storm at
neighbor Blisset's, aud WAS at last obliged
TO pay for ali the chickens Rover had kill
ed, or incur law suit Being wise man
he paid the demand before it Was carried
to law, and went home rsthsr crestfallen,
with the last Of Rover's victims In ono
hand. the othor thrust into his empty
pocket.
He's goin to be an amasin' dear bargain
I'm afeards, Hepsy. I've he'd 10 pay out
that five dollars had promised 70 for
new bunnet to made up for them chickens.
Ny landl gasped Hspsy. I nevsr'd have
done it In creationl
Wall, it's dons: twas fair enough; heaps
better's goin' to law, nov tell ysl said
Ephrafin. with severe decision. for though
he was mild and slow man ordinarily,
here was in his character a reserve OF OBJ
,tinsoy, or perhaps it should be called
irmness, that Hepsy found early in her
married life could not be ovsded. She
lid not, either, feel quite so tonderly to-
ward Rover when she thought OF her
hrce- yesr-old Sunday bonnet that mnst
,e worn all tho coming summer.
The next morning the dead hen, with
much objection on the dogs part, was tied
ecurely about Royer's neck He felt the
isgrace--or the inconvenience with
short, angry yelp, fled into the yard as
Don as he WAS freed Of restraining hands;
ct, when his anxious mistress sought him
ut nm honr afterward, anxious TO SEQ il
he punishment had been eifectual or not,
he found he had paved and rubbed 1t
he string till it was broken, and now the
,athers OF the hen lay scSttered all sboat
In, and its hist leg was in the process OF
runchin. between those white teeth. He
ad discovered thst hons tcre good to eat.
Al sight OF Hep.y he fed and made a
Irsight wake for Blisset's yard; but that
stute and wary man had str1nsa compile
wires across above the picket fence, and
lover fell back ignominiously instead Of
ounding over into tho midst Of the fat
,wls whose taste he had found. SO agree
BILE.
Hepsy, in full pursuit, taking little
lore direct track than Rover, and wholly
,tent on his capture, did not see the pail
I soap grease which Mrs. Blisset had set
ut in readiness for the weekly visit OF shs
shman. II vas too unssvory 10 b Put
esids the Oats into ths Yosd. snl II hsi
cen arranged 70 leave il Just BY ths hncs
orner. where il sbuttsd On the Tsoksr
II but The fence op Ephnim's ground
sd given away lstely, and through this
sp Hepsy ssnt while Rover made Lis
,rced march cst Of her CATO ny the road,
nd the short cut brought Tho poor woman
YER the soap erease pail. This tripped
er up, and strcsmed with its ill-smelling
ontents All over her beet calico gown.
mt she did erch Rover, as he fell back
ON the wires, and dripping, scolding and
-ying, she carried him 10 The barn. shut
i'm up in the corn room. and hsd to tho :
dollhouse herself. where she stripped of
ioes. dress and stockings, and stols up '
airs for fresh clothing. thankful esrh
~ ct school snd her husband hosing .
I'm.
Bat she hsi 70 buy Mr.. Blisset . GAL !
N Of soft soap; and her cvn eovA vss
spelessly faded in ths severe procsss Of 2
esnsins it from all thst grease. b she .
,nsentsd that nuzsls should b bought
II Rover,
But he revcng-d himself On ths family 9
countless ways. ns hovled all night, Z
Il Hepsy was nearly Wild between sleep
ssne~ and superstition.
O, Ephraiml she said, over and over,
ith tears in her eyes, and voice Of deep
oe. Do you hear that creatsr? As sure
you are bofn, thore's sgoin' = be a
ssth amongst Us; it's sure sign. ~
Do 90 TO sleep, motherl growlsd The
cary man, or else let ne. We're all 4
pin TO die iust or lst bat dunno As
ere a-goin 10 no sooner becos yallsr
og keeps up yelpin'. Let him haowl
es ALFRED ugly, cos Of that mszle.
'sint no sign but that.
Hepsy sighed over her husbands unbe
ef, but felt just as sure as she did before
lat Rover's wall was warning Of the
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