Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1882-02-25

running off, brought handful of green
grass and leaves.
"Look at me, Glover, dear old Clover"
she said, coaxlngly; don't listen to
what they are saying; it will make you
so sad and unhappy"
"She's in God order, Farmer Bruce"
the butcher was saying, "and will
give you $25 for her; and good price it
is for the way cows are selling this sea-
son."
II suppose l will have to let her 60"
answered Mr.. Bruce, sadly, "but it's al
most like selling one of the family"
tits a pity, truely," answered the
butcher, "and am sorry for you, indeed
am; but, if you have to sell, why, |
might as well take her as another"
| Mrs. Bruce covered her face with her
apron to hide the tears that would come,
but she uttered no complaints to make
her husbands duty harder than 1t was.
All this time Jack, the butchers son,
had been standing at the gate within
was with face really sad and full of
pity that he Obeyed his fathers call to
help drive Glover away.
Little Patsey ran up to him, as if fan
cying him more tender-hearted than the
fat butcher, and, with the tears stream
ing down her face, she sObbed:
"Please-please kill her-just-as-
easy-as you canW
Jacd could not say anything to COM
fort her, and he and his father walked
along behind the gentle, patient-lOOking
cow for some distance in silence.
II never felt so sorry in my life, faith
err" said he at last, ito take cow as
this One."
"Yes, it is pity" answered the butch
er, absently.
Don't you think, father" said Jack
again, that you could loan Farmer
Bruce the money and let them keep the
cow while longer? Things may go
better with them next year."
"That couldn't" answered his father,
decidedly. 81 have no money to spare,
even if thought it likely he'd be able
to pay back as much; and tell you now,
Jack that though it's well enough to be
tender hearted and all that, it don't do
to have too much of it, especially in the
butchering business"
But under his rough fustian coat Jack
carried a heart warmer and kinder than
most boys brought up to seeing young
lambs and calves led away daily from
sOrrOwing mothers to be slaughtered in
the butchers pen, and he could not drive
from his mind the thought of the sad
faces he had seen that evening; they
walked on again in silence, and it was
only when he reached their gate that he
said, half jestingly, half in earnest:
81 suppose you'd have no objection if
l could buy the cow back?'
"None in the world" answered his
father, with an easy smile. IL have no
| (rn 10 oil, fa
Jack treated Glover to as good sup
per as even Donald could have wished
but she seemed uneasy and troubled i'm
her strange surroundings, and Jack
could not help feeling almost as sorry
for her as those she had left.
The butcher and his wife sat at break
fast the next morning, both wondering
where Jack could be, and they had fin
ished the meal before he came in with
glowing cheeks and eyes bright from
active exercise in the fresh morning
air.
where have you been 50 early, Jack?"
asked his father.
"Why. thought would be ahead OF
you for once, father" answered Jack
"and have been out since daylight en-
gaging the beef (HOw it would have
panied Donald and Patsey to hear their
dear Glover called "the beef.')
We'll, that's something like business
replied the butcher, with pleased ex.
preston. And how have you succeed
ed?"
"Splendidlyp answered Jack, with un-
usual enthusiasm. IL have engaged
every part, hide and all, except one fore
quarter, which | thought we would want
ourselves"
THAT'S right replied his father
"You have slept off your tender-hearted.
ness, see."
"But have not yet told you just how
it is engaged" continued Jack, with a
twinkle in his eye. "All our customers
want their parts alive"
Jack could not restrain merry laugh
any longer. Ielg
"Pll tell you all about it, father" said
he. 81 really could scarcely sleep last
night Just for thinking of those poor
children and farmer Bruce and his wife
with all their Ill luck; and it Just seem
ed to pop into my mind to go to all our
best customers and see if together they
would not buy the COW back for them; sc
have been-0ut since daylight, and al
most every one went to did as | asked
from the good parsOn down, and | have
their names all here in our custOm-bOok
!. just as though we were going to deliver
the meat as usual. You aren't angry are
you, fatherw
The butcher had been looking so grave
while Jack told his story that the boy
feared somewhat he might have been
wrong in acting thus without the con.
sent Of any one, but quickly came the
reassuring answer:
Not bit, my boy! And / am glad
you kept part for us. You may not
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