The Bozeman weekly chronicle. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1883-1889, 1883-07-04
rHE BAD BOY.
The Bag Boy In Mourning for Thirty
Bays.

the BAD BUl.
The Bay Boy In Mourning for Thirty
Bays.
PecE's SIN.
"Why don't you take an ice pick and
clean the dirt out from under your finger
nails" said the grocery man to the bad
boy, as he came in the store and stroIed
the cat the wrong way, as she lay in the
sun on the counter, on quire of MANILA
paper.
Cant remove the dirt for thirty days.
1t is an emblem of mourning. Had a
funeral at our house Yesterday" and the
hoy took pickle out of a tub and put it
! in the cats mouth, and shut her teeth
together on it, and then went to the show
case, while the grocery man, whose back
had been turned during the pickle exer-
else, thought by the way the cat jumped
into the dried apple barrel and began to
paw and scratch with all of her feet, and
yowl, that she was going to have fit.
II hadn't heard about it," said the
grocery man, as he took the cat by the
| neck and tossed her out in the back shed
into an old oyster box full of sawdust,
with parting injunction that if she was
going to have fits she better 60 out where
there was plenty of fresh air. death is
always sad thing to contemplate. One
day We are full of health, and JOY, and
cold victuals, and the next We are screw
ed down in box, few words are said
over our remains, few tears are shed,
and there is a race to see who shall get
back from the cemetery first, and though
we may think we are an important fac
tor in the worlds progress, and some
times feel as though We would be unable
to put up margins and have to stop the
deal, the world goes right along, and it
must annoy people who die, to realize
that they don't count for game. The
greatest man in the world is only nine
spot when he is dead, because somebody
else takes the tricks the dead man ought
to have taken. But, say, who is dead at
your house?"
"Our rooster. Take care, don't you hit
me with that canvassed ham," said the
boy as the grocery man looked mad to
learn that there was nobody dead but a
rooster, when he had preached such a
sermon on the subject. ayes. how soon
We are forgotten when we are gone
Now, you would have thought that
ROSTERS hen would have remained faith
full to him for week at least. l have
watched them all the spring, and never
saw more perfect picture of devotion
than that between the bantam rooster
and his hen. They were constantly
together, and there was nothing too coed
for her. He would dig up angle worms
and call her, and when she came up on
a gallop and saw the great big worm on
the ground, she would look so proud of
her rooster, and he would straighten up
and look as though he was saying to her,
"Im daisy" and then she would look
at him as if she would like to bite him,
and just as she was going to pick up the
worm he would snatch it and swallow it
himself, and chuckle and walk around
and be full of business, as though Won
dering why she didn't take the worm
after he had dug it for her, and then the
hen would look disappointed at first, and
then she would look resigned, as much
as to say, Worms are too rich for my
blood anyway, and the poor dear rooster
needs them more than do, because he
has to do all the GROWING and she would
90 off and find a grasshopper and eat it
on the sly for fear he would see her and
complain because she didn't divide. O.
have never seen anything that seemed
to me SO human as the relation between
that rooster and hen. He seemed to try
to do everything for her. He would
make her stop cackling when she laid an
egg, and he would try to cackle, and
crow over it as though he had laid it, and
she would get off IN corner and cluck
in a modeat, retiring manner, as though
she wished to convey the idea to the
servant girls in the kitchen that the
rooster had to do all the hard work, and
she was only useless appendage, fit
only for society and company for him
But was disgusted with him when the
poor hen was setting. The first week
that she sat on the eggs he seemed to get
along first rate, because he had couple
| of flower beds to dig up, which press of
business had caused him to neglect be-
fore, and a couple of neighbor's gardens
to destroy, SO hesseemed to he glad to
have his hen retire to her boudoir and
set. but after he had been shooed out of
| the gardens and flower beds he seemed
to be nervous, and evidently wanted to
be petted, and he would 60 near the hen
| and she would seem to tell him to go and
take walk around the block, because
BIC HAUL tiLiC W lClNC liel DuolHVSo,
and if she didn't attend to it they would
have O lot of spoiled eggs on their hands.
and no family to bring up. He would
scold, and seem to tell her. it was all
foolishness, that for his part he didn't
| want to hear lot of chickens sqlawking
around. He would seem to argue with
her that brood of chickens would be a
dead eive-away on them both, and they
would at once be classcd as old folks,
while if they were alone in the world
they would be spring chickens, and could
go in young society, but the hen would
scOld back, and tell him he ought to be
ashamed of himself to talk that way, and
he would 60 off mad, and sulk around a
spell, and then 60 to a neighbor's her,
house and sometimes he wouldn't come
back till the next day. The hen would
he sorry she had spoken 50 cross, and
would seem laincd at his going away and
would look anxionsly for his return, and
when he came back after being out in the
rain all night, she would be soliritious
after his health, and tell him he ought
to wrap something around him, but he
acted as though he didn't care for his
health, and he would go out again and