The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-01-15

and the little boy.
Presently Fido crawled under the
fence into the next yard, and then the
| little boy sat down on the grass and
Fido put his fore paws in the little
boys lap and cooked up his ears and
looked up into the little boys face, as
much as to say: eve shall be great
friends, shall we not, little boy2o
''Me love 90" said the little boy;
'me wan to tiss 90, title goggie!''
And the little boy did kiss Fido-yes,
| right on Fido's cold nose; and Fido
liked to have the little boy kiss him,
for it reminded him of another little
boy who used to kiss him, but who was
now so big that he was almost ashamed
TO play with Fido any more.
us 90 sit, little goggie9' asked the
little boy, opening his blue eyes to their
utmost capacity and looking very pite-
Gus. 100 nose be so told, 90 mus be
sit, little goggier'
But no, Fido was not sick, even
romped and played all that morning in
the cool, green grass with the little
boy, and the red-headed woodpecker,
clinging to the bark on the hickory
tree, laughed at their merry antics till
her sides ached and her beautiful head
| turned fairly liyid. Then, at last, the
little boys mamma came out of the
house and told him he had played long
enough-and neither the red-headed
woodpecker nor Fido saw him again
that day. ~
But the next morning the little boy
toddled down to the fence corner bright
and early and called: Google! google!
| goggier' so loudly that Fido heard
him in the woodshed, where he was
holding morning chat with Mrs.
| Tabby. Fido fastened to answer the
call-the way he sprung out of the
woodshed and down the gravel walk
and around the corner of the house was
marvel.
Mamma says 90 dot f'eas, little
google, said the little boy. ''Has 90
| dot feas?''
| Fido looked crestfallen, for could
Fido have spoken he would have con-
fessed that he indeed aCas afflicted with
fleas-not with very many feas, but
| just enough to interrupt his slumber
4 ttIlNt AlIo luCtilOdblOIIS dbl Illc ulOSb lIlOD-
perfume moments. And the little boys
guileless impeachment set Fido to
feeling creepy-crawly all of sudden,
and without any further ado Fido
turned deity in his tracks, twisted his
head back toward his tail, and by
means of several we'll directed bites
and plunges gave the malicious
bedouins Whereabouts located timely
warning to behave themselves. The
little boy thought this performance
very funny and he laughed heartily.
But Fido looked cres tfallen.
Oh, what play and happiness they
had that day; how the green grass
kissed their feet and how the smell of
clover came with the springtime
breezes from the meadow yonder. The
red-headed wood-pecker heard them at
| play, and she clambered out of the
hollow maple and lodged hither and
thither as if she, too, shared their mer-
riment. Yes, and the yellow thistle
bird, whose nest was in the blooming
| lilac bush, came and perched in the
! pear tree and sang little song about
the dear little eggs in her cunning
home. And there was flower in the
| fence-corner-a sweet, modest flower
that no human eyes but the little boys
had ever seen-and she sang a little
song, too, a song about the kind old
mother earth and the pretty sunbeams,
the gentle rain and the droning bees
Why, the little boy had never known
anything half so beautiful, and Fldo-
he, too, was delighted beyond all tell
ing. If the whole truth must be told,
Edo had such an exciting ansaoc 40
dering roncp Stat day that when nign..
came and he lay asleep on the kitchen
floor he dreamed he was tumbling in
the green grass with the little boy, and
! he tossed and barked and whined so in
his sleep that the hired man had 10 get
up in the night and put him out of
doors.
| Down in the pasture at the end of the
lane lived an old woodchuck. Last
| year the freshet had driven him from
his childhood's home in the cornfeld
| by the brook, and now he resided in a
snug hole in the pasture. During their
rambles one day Fido and his little boy
friend had come to the pasture and
found the old woodchuck sitting upright
| at the entrance to his hole.
"Oh, I'm not going to hurt you, old
Mr. Woodchuck," said Fido. II have
too much respect for your gray hairs.
"Thank you" said the woodchuck,
sarcastically, "but I'm not afraid of
any bench-legged flee that ever walked.
1t was only last week that / whipped
Deacon SINNERS yellow mastif, and |
| naIp' late l 1.iG
lous little brown cur. !"
The little boy did not hear this bad
image. When he saw the woodchuck
solemnly perched at the entrance to his
hole he was simply delighted.
"Oh, see" cried the little boy,
stretching out his fat arms and running
toward the woodchuck; ooh see-nuz-
ger title google! Tum here, little Cog
gie-me love oo!"
But the old woodchuck was shy
creature, and not knowing what guile
the little boys cordial greeting might
mask, the old woodchuck discreetly
disappeared in his hole, much to the lit
tie boys amazement.
Nevertheless, the old woodchuck, the
little boy and Fido became fast friends
IN tlne, and almost every day they Wis
fled together in the pasture. The old
woodchuck-hoary and SCARED vet
eran thae he was-had wonderful
stories to tell-stories of marvellous adj
ventures, of narrow escapes, Of battles
Sith cruel dogs and of thrilling ex-
periences that were altogether new to
/ his wondering listeners. Meanwhile
! the red-headed woodpeckers eggs in
the hollow maple had Matched, and
the proud mother had great tales to
tell of her baby birds -of how beauti-
full and knowing they were, and of
what good noble birds they were going
to be when they grew up. The yellow
bird, too, had four fuzzy little babies
in her nest-in the lilac bush, and every
now and then she came to sing to the
little boy and Fido of her darlings.
Then, when the little boy and Fido
were tired with play, they would sit in
the rowen near the fence-corner and