Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1888-10-28

that they could SCARCELY contain them.
selyes. Mn. Finn ipeistd that the brood
should b brought up out Of the cellar into /,
the kitchen. Here the little paitridses
hid behind the wocdbox in Q frishtensd
coyey. They weIe startled By the least
sound and whisktd out OF sight at the rails.
ing OF . finger.
aF.ix.n said Mr.. Finn, - be g ed urou
tha lunches Of brown feethers darling
h;ther and thither over the floor, thin
ch;cfena bstes the Dootch for quickness.
Bsmrra, bat th.y'rs flip Muaha, bot they
hsV' no tsiltw
..Don,t fiecksu ysrsel'," aid his wife,
a.bey'Il, hsy' foins tsils eio ok wakes.n,
Mishsy vss % tickled with bis new
cb.rc, tbst he hated to 90 to school. One
day be put two Of the partridge. in his
trousers pocket and took than with him.
They rot out Of bis dsek when he was
called M to the spelling claes. aud creat.d
srest eIcitement In the school. All the
ch;idrsn lefs their seats and confusion pre-
vailed until the wild chickens had flown
out of the open window.
fAbX Avs
And 40 the summer faded away into the
.ntump. And Ociotei's chi breith be-
oan 10 kill the leaves in Lird.ley's wood.
Rv mi, time the cartridges bad bsc,me
strong of wing, and following their nstiye
instircs made short excursions into the
fields near by. Mrs Finn was in state
of constant fe,r lest they should not come
hack. hu. every evening when the pan Of
cornmeal was set out in the back yard tho
nart1idpes and the duck, were there feed.
ing amicably together. =.
Thursday. Oc o5er 4. had bsen get spsrt
as q day of feasting. Mr.. Finn had de-
cided to kill SIX of her partiidges on tho
previous evening, and Mr.. Cronin. the &C.
Gordon player, Mrs. Doolan and her boy
J. OK, Mike Murphy and his wife, who had
never eaten the tocthsome wild chicken,
and Mike Welsh and the sharer Of his JOY
and s,rrows had be n invited to attend.
II WIS decided, after . long CONSOLATION
between Mrs. o. Br en- and Mrs Finn. that
the wild chickens should be served up In
a pot pie, with appropriate acc ,mpanimene
of sliced potatoes, sweet msT'ry, snyme'
onions, csrros and other herb and veee-
table deccAiee.
It was the twilight hour In the Finn
back yard, when the fio1s were Begin iog
to croak and the whipl oorwill over the
hill was piping his lay. Shadows OF the
evening were Sealing acres, the sky.
Psler and paler grew tie clouds, and over
against the torizou the outlin 8 of Linds-
Iey's wood were fsding agairsi the eastern
sky. Mrs Finn and her by were sitting
on the d. orstep watching partridges eat
their evening meal aud loath t, begin the
slaughter Of the innocents for the MGR.
rows potpie, wbea acroes the mesdows in.
tsrvenipg between the shanty and the
wood there came curicu, mufflsd sound.
"Fhwat is thst?" said Mrs. FINN.
"Ips mesel' dcesn't know" replied
Mickey.
Again tie s,uud came over the wide
re ,ches of meadow land. It attracted the
tsntioa Of the p'rtridges. They lifted
their heads from the pan Of corn meal and
clustered together. The sound was like
soft beating on muffl d drum.
There was sudden movement
among the partridges, then as one
bird they rose in'o the air with
whirr which startled Mickey ard his
mother to their feet. Huddlei close to.
gether in q b1nch which could have been
covered by quilt the p'It i5ges few.
There was a meeting glimpe Of brown
f. athers, a lush of beating wings, ard tie
shadows of the woods closed over the flee.
ing birds.
Mickey looked at his mother in Wild
eyed O. constituent. Then he managed TO
stammer ont:
"M.m-mother, the Guild chicken called
tt little vans, an tbey We gone home!