The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1883-10-04

makes a crowd"
SWELL, I'll be jumped upl" says
Polly shortly, biting off the end of a
cigar.
"I'll be jumped up" is fayorite ex-
preston of his, when he feels put out
of humor the least bit.
"Come along to the house, Old Pap,
and I'll let Annie scold you," said he
presently, in his usual cheerful manner.
Well, we strolled along the wide,
graveled walk, up to the big oldfash-
Toned house, where Mrs. Polly stood
on the veranda to welcome us. She
was very pretty. l had to admit that
at once, and her manners were every
thing that could be desired.
I'VE will do everything we can to
make you happy, MIR. Peter" said she.
I'm sure we can find something to
amuse you with, so that you won't miss
that dirty old city you seem to be so
fond Of"
From that very instant my friends
wife began to rise in my esteem as be-
ing far above the generality of her de-
tested sex. 1 quickly discovered that
Polly and his wife, with the exception
of the cook, were the only persons
about the place, his parents having
gone East on visit, and L settled
down to an after-supper cigar with the
firm conviction that i'll the morning L
would telegraph for my trunk. The
short October afternoon was drawing
to close, and engaged in CONVERSE
ton, the early twilight was settling
over the landscape, when Mrs. Polly
suddenly started up and exclaimed:
"Oh, Polly, you are forgetting your
engagement this evening. You prom
ised your father to attend to his af-
fairs as well as if he were here him
self, you know And those COWS"
glanced at my friend A strange,
uncomfortable look was on his pink
and white face.
"Oh, yes, Annie, says he, presently,
don't mind about them I'll see they
are fetched home all right, pretty
SOON"
You see," said he, turning to me
with nervous smile, "before father
went away, he purchased a couple of
Jerseys and they are to be brought
here this evening.
81 have already named one of them,"
said Annie, after the Jersey Lilly, and
we call her Langtry."
Il suppose, Old Pap, says Polly to
me, carefully avoiding my gaze, that
you will excuse me a little while; I'll
not be long away, and Annie is a cap
ital hand to entertain company" And
off she went. Time passed. Polly did
not return SO soon as expected, and the
early moon was shining brightly when
his wife, who was beginning to man
ifest some anxiety over his prolonged
absence, espied two dusky objects
plunging and careening down the moon
lit road.
Now, ever since Polly had departed
on his mission, | had been puzzling my
brain over what seemed mystery to
me, years before, when my friend was
small boy. He had been tossed by an
angry bull, and nearly killed. Since
when, he had an unconquerable fear of
cattle in any form. | had known him
shy around corners, cut across lots,
and even hide behind stone walls in his
terror of meeting one of the bovine
species. And, now, his seemingly
cheerful alacrity, in actually going to
uIIN6 uOIlS Two VI Iiltlll, WIS
| could not see into. Perhaps, and, L
shouted with laughter as the thought
occurred to me, perhaps, my friend, who
was sensitive over his weakness, did
not like to have his wife know that he
was such a coward. Ashamed 10 ac-
knowledge to her his old-time fear of
cows, he had assumed q readiness in
going to fetch home the Jerseys that
he was far from feeling.
Annie looked inquiringly at me as /
laughed You must have some amusing
thoughts" she said.
The dark objects that were galloping
toward us proved to be my friend and
his purchase, and, as they went tearing
wildly past us, it was hard for disin-
terested person to tell which was the
most badly frightened-my friend or
the COW.
open that big gate in the cornerp
yelled Polly, as they tore along. Be
fore could prevent her, Annie dropped
the book she had been reading from
and with blood-curdling scream made
a dash for the gate.
But the Jersey Lilly" paid no atten-
IlOH 10 Jne gate, OF Annie, clutter, DuJ
sailed over the top of the fence in
fine style, head up and tail flying
Then and there was enacted the widest
race the pale moon ever looked upon.
Annie went over the fence like
streak of calico lightning. And Polly
recovered sufficiently to laugh as his
wife picked herself up and wiped the
dust from her mouth.
AS the terrified COW fed past Polly,
he caught at a rope that was attached
to her horns and twisting it tightly
about his wrists, howled out:
Now, You high-falutin old hussy,
I've got you at last. I'll teach you to
come to ny time-I will.
Nobody knows 'chose "time" Polly
and his COW did their racing by-it GER
tainly was not his. His legs flew this
way, and that way, his eyes looked like
inverted saucers, and his coat streamed
in the summer winds like banners of
distress on q forsaken ship. Matters
soon reached crisis. Too badly
frightened to know what she was doing,
the poor beast attempted to scale a
picketed inclosure sacred to the feath
cred bipeds. This was too much. Polly
,ooIo N - oD1 tho