Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-07-02

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 obiectionif
I could buy the cow back ?"
"None in the world" answered his
father, with an easy smile. Ct have no
grudge against the poor animals Life"
Jack treated Clover to as good a sup
per as even Donald could have wished,
but she seemed uneasy and troubled in
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 haveyou been SO early, Jack?"
asked his father.
"Why, I thought I would be ahead of
you for once, father" answered Jack,
"and I have been out since daylight
engaging the beef" (How it would
have panied Donald and Patsey to hear
their dear Glover called "the beef.")
swell, that's something like bust
ness" replied the butcher, with a
pleased expression. "And how have
you succeeded?"
"Splendidly answered Jack, with
unusual enthusiasm. 81 have engaged
every part, hide and all, except one
fore quarter, which I 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"
"Whatp exclaimed the butcher
"have you lost your senses, or what are
you talking about?"
Jack could not restrain merry laugh
any longer.
"I'll 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
seemed 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 SO I have been out since day
light, and almost every one I went to
did as I 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, father!"
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 consent of any one, but
quickly came the reassuring answer:
"Not bit, my boy And I am glad
you kept part for us. You may not
make good butcher, Jack, but 1 was
thinking thatyou may make something's
deal better. Eat your breakfast, and we
will finish up the matter afterward.
Donald and Patsey were sitting, with
faces still sad and thoughtful, before
their door the next morning, thinking of
what happened the evening before, when
both sprang up at once, looking eagerly
toward the road.
"Wasn't that Clover's voice?" cried
Donald. ooh, Patsey, perhapsshe has
got away from them, and has run back
to ask us to save her =" and, just as he
spoke, there, sure enough, at the gate
appeared Glover. lowing in the mellow
voice they knew SO well, and looking
over into the yard with glad look of
recognition IN her big soft eyes.
In moment the little boy and girl
were by her side calling her all the pet
names with shouts of welcome, and
there from her neck hung large white
card with words written on it which they
could not read; but their father and
mother too had heard the connection,
and now came Fastening to the gate
with sad hearts, for they feared poor
Clover had only found her way home
again to be sent away once more. But
there was the card reading:
For Donald and Patsey from their
neighbors, who thought Glover too good
to be killed"
sob, Donald, didn't I tell you SO T.
cried Patsey, in an ecstasy of delight.
No COW SO good as Glover would be
allowed to be killed."
But Mr.. and Mrs. Bruce looked from
one another to the card, somewhat
troubled to know what it all meant.
Just at this moment Jack, with his mer-
~ face and kindly smile, appeared from
behind tree near by.
Let me explain it all to you, Mr..
Bruce, said he, and soon he had told.
as delicately as he could, of how sorry
he had felt for the two little ones. and
how, for their sakes, he had engaged
the meat after his own novel way that
morning.
There was tear Of grateful apprecia-
ton in the eyes of the honest farmer as
he listened, and his voice was a little
faltering as ne said
II would not have thought there were
SO many kind people aroand me. VIII
you please let me see your custom-bo
Jack" and, taking pencil and paper
from his pocket, he quickly copied the
list of names from the page extended to
him by Jack. 81 can only accept it as
a loan to be paid back next year." said
he, "but thank my good neighbors
for it just the same, and yon more than
all my boy. You have saved US many
a heart-ache to-day and many a want
this winter"
And Jack went away, the happiest boy
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