The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1882-07-13
MARY JAMES COW STORY.

They had lots of cows, the Spicers
had-and they passed most of their tino
IN our garden. The reason they didn't
stay in the pasture was because the
fences were all broken down; for the
Spicers were the most shiftless folks in
Tuckertown. Why I cared about the
cows was because had to drive 'em ont.
Well, one day Grandpa said:
If those cows get into nv corn
again. I'll drive 'en up to the pound. =
When Grandpa went out, said I
would go and tell Sarah Spiccr just
what he had said.
Il Now, Mary Jane, you just stay
where you are. You want your fingers
in everybody's pies.'' 1t was Aunt
Jane-you might know-who said that.
l might have answered that she was
SO sparing with hers Especially naincel
that / never could touch them. But /
didn't. often think OF real smart
things. and it's mean that can't say
them
But declare, there is never any use
at in my arguing with Aunt Jane; for,
when get the best of her, she always
Etitfens up and saws: There. that win
do, Mary Jane! Not another wordr'
Besides, it isn't right to answer back.
So just said nothing, but took Dot and
marched straight off to the Spicers'.
we found Sarah and Sam playing in
front of their house.
"How d, ye do, Mary Janep' said
she.
How d ye do. Miss SpicerP'' said L
Mercy me, Mary Jane! what airs!''
said she. It's no use to put 'em on
here in Tuckertown. can tell YOU. for
folks know all about you.''
There. that will do" said I, as like
Aunt Jane as ever I could. ST only
came over here to tell you that we
are going to have your cows put in the
pound, the very next time we find 'em
In our garden
"Pohr' cried out that Hop-'o-my-
thumb OF q Sam. - Your grandfather
has said so, lots of times, but he never
does"
= Doesn't dare tor snapped Sarah.
4 was just boiling mad. The idea of nv
being treated so BY those low Spicers!
Dare to?n said ]. II wonder who
you think would be afraid Of such q
poor, shiftless setp', 7
And then I took Dots hand, and Just
ran for home, SO as not to give Sarah a
chance to have the last word.
Oh, but don't 'spise herl
Well, that afternoon, Dot and / were
n the barn playing with all our might,
when Aunt Jane screamed out:
Mary jane! Mary Jane! The COWS
are IA the garden Run and drive them
out. =
It's too badr' cried Dot ..Tbose
Spicers' cows spoil all our fun
III tell you what" said /, after I
had shoo'd them into the road. sspm
going to drive 'em right up to the
pound. I'll show that Sarah Spi-
Ger Ar'
Is. Why, Mary Jane Huntp, cried sillv
Dot 'sWhat'll Grandpa sayp won't
ssSayP Why. that he is much oblipad
to me-. Dot trotted after me, as meek
as lamb. "a
It wasn't far to the pound; but there
was one COW and her calf that wouldn't
hurry, and, besides, we walked very
slowly along the sunny parts of the road
and rested every time we came to q
shady place; so It was late in Tire after
noon when we. left the pound, and
turned to come home.
We came quite a distance by the road.
and then through Mr.. Halls corn-feld
and the woods beyond, and right out in
the Spicers pasture. Dot and / noticed
that there was only one cow left now in
the pasture.
i /" hope Sarah and Sam will have a
good time hunting after the others: and
good enough for 'em,'' said .sPer-
haPs her father is just scolding her now
Tor letting en- stray away
:. Well, he isn't, for there he is now
Dot pointed. and / saw Sarah in the
swing on the butternut tree in front OF
their house, and her father was swing
Ing her up ever SO high.