The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-10-29

| peal, the glbletS OF the rarely used
fowls were saved for him, his tastes
gratified, and his notions respected.
One is sometimes tempted to half &c
cept the masculine theory that
women like tyrants, when one sees
how they manufacture them for them
selves.
Now Joseph Parker had just come
to Meri(Ien to live. A certain Mr..
| Webb, who had a mandatory in YER
mont, had moved TO Meriden to get
more water power, and as Joe Parker
was MS foreman in the paper mill,
he had moved, too, hired g house a
little way out OF the village, next to
Mr.. Mays homestead, and brought
with him his mother-and his mothers
cat. Hence this story and whatever
tears may besprinkle il.
Mrs. Parker's cat was not at all
like Peter May; he was black, all black,
with green-yellow eyes, and an aspect
that made a stranger think Of the reg
ulation cat that was the familiar Of
witches in all history. He came from
Hanover to Meriden by rail, nailed up
In q strawberry crate, kissing, splitting,
yowling and sharpening his claws on
his trail prison all the way, TO the
terror OF every passenger on the car.
Indeed, Joe was forced to carry crate
and all into q baggage car at thethird
station, and ride with it the rest of
the way, for the brakemen refused to
look after it, so daunted were they by
the wild animal within. Tiger was
sent into solitary confinement in the
cellar vs. soon as Mrs. Parker reached
her house, and was subdued by hunger
and darkness before they dare let him
range abroad in the new neighbor-
hood.
Now Joe Parker had not been in
Meriden long enough to make
much acquaintance there, and was
very hard at work the first few
weeks of his stay, SO that he always
went to sleep in church on Sunday,
and missed any sight thereby of the
blooming damsels in the choir or in
the pews; he was ashamed of it, to be
sure, but there was the change of air
from Vermont mountains to the fat
meadowland and low-lying pastures
about the river, andthen he was real
ly overworked for a time in helping to
place the new machinery, move the
old, and settle his mother in this
strange place, where he knew no one
to whom he could apply for help or
suggestion. 1t was not Sunday to-
day when he peeped through the fence
at Nanny, and suddenly as if by
a stroke, lost his honest young heart;
for, beloved reader, this is only q love
story; only a record of the great world
song; the event of so many lives, the
finality of all.
Love will find out the way, says
an ancient song, and Joe was no ex-
ception to the rule OF the Pathfinder.
He persuaded his mother to send him
over to the neighbours and also to
negotiate for their supply of milk.
This being successfully effected, he
went for the milk before mill hours,
and his pail was filled by Mary Ann,
blooming with the sweet morning air,
neat, trim, and lovely at six o'clock
a, m. as q city girl at her late dinner.
Joe grew worse and worse. He
thought OF Nanny in mill and market;
her face shone above the machinery,
her laugh tinkled with the mill bell,+
He made friends with Peter also;
for cats know lovers-when they
are lovers-just as well as chill
dren know their friends. Tiger was
still kept in the high-fenced chicken
yard on the Parker premises-nowd de-
/ void of chickens-as q measure OF
praoaution against straying; he was
| too dear to his mistress to be ventur-
ed at large yet. It Is not to be denied
that Nanny looked with favorable
eyes upon Joe Parker; q personable
young fellow with a good position
does not fall at the feet of every farm
er's daughter even il she is a beauty.
The anxious and aimlessn have In
their ranks many q lovely face and
capable character. Nanny had been
no farther than the district school for
her education. and her home training
was to hard, practical, thorough
work. Shereadno novels or story par
pers;" the Weekly Courant and the Pu-
ritan Recorder helped her on Sundays,
but on week days she had workto do,
and at night was tired enough to go
Ito bed early. She was simple as well
as sensible, in the best sense OF SIM
pliclty, and did not ~coquette with Joe
any more than was natural to any
girl. She dimpled and blushed when he
came in, pretended to be vexed when
Peter preferred his knee to her lap, and
called him an awful thing, "ifhe caught
her hand in his with the milk pail
handle, and was always ready to go to
| singing school and evening meeting
with him, SO that his true love
ominously smooth.
But alasI there was trouble coming.
Tige, the Parker cat. hurt himself seri-
ously in an attempt to climb the pal
ings OF his jaiIyard, for they were old
and rickety, and could not bear his
weight. His mistress nursed him
in the house for six weeks with great