Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1889-08-08
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wu<hssaDd axd bring Il 10 me-
Susan sbsyed with niarrity. cheensi By
the ,ssouzhs rs,as there Was anything hfs TO
do. Wien the hump vas brought Ess<iisr
lid the chimney aside and turned ~ the
wick 50 q To give q faring, smoky bsssze
Then she handed the lamp back 10 Suss4ii
Take it, she said. and set it on the top
Of the ladder, right unier the broken pane.
This was too much for poor Susan
~sOh, | dasn't-neverf she whimrssrei.
backing hastily out Of her missress' reac.,.
.sNo.her Regarded her With whitening
scorn, then turned and booked at me, waeFs
icy Close behind Ter in the basket II Oil
clothes.
Assuring herself that the panther could
not get ms in her asssiics she sei1st the Il;.ip
and marched up the ladder with it. Ths pan
s1ef growlei Eoss msntcirssiy, and thrust
his face down 10 The opening, but as TIE
smoke and danae came under his noe. he
snaried and drew back.
On the very tspmosf step did mother de-
post the lamp, where it blazed right Up
through the broken pane. As she turned
down tie ladder the panthers claw '-are
heard along the shingles, beating rsiIriant
retreat
In u moment or two he was heard o. the
shell, and then mother opened the skys hi,
reached out and clapp-d down the w"rian
shutter. Susan's courage revived
Now that the danger was over. mother
picked me out q the basket and gather.-i nie
again 10 her bosom. while Susan bean to
speculate what tine panther would tre Up TO
next On this point sine was not long In In
doubt.
In the corner If the baruyard was y p.
pen, inhabited at the time by pig tarce
months old Pr,z.satly the poor little pis -
upa terrific slnealiny and mother and susan
rushed to the gable window
As have said before. this window com
manded a view af the barn yard The pan
Their was on the roof Of the pen, p.-eriag
down through the crae1s and scratching
vigorously to gain entrance. Bah, lHi
been denied hiii. but pork be WIS deterf'ii'i7i
10 have.
1.-THE pig sqrealed in Il way that na'-acr
trusted woalti alarm the neighoorhood AID
tried to hide himself in the straw froEi the
reach II tn SO pale, cruel eyes. At last the
panther quilted the re.of and found the p'n
door Here lie paused moment or two stss-
pecting another trap Then, finding nothing
suspicious. in he elided. There was one ter
rife squeal, anil all WAS still
II fancy mother and Susan both wcpt,
thinking how well the fate OF poor pig .sie
might have beeu their own-and mine
"For long while the two women Kept
watch at the window. At last the panther
reappeared, walking very lazily and licking
his chops He glanced at the house in a good
natured fashion, if he bore us no grudge:
cleaned his great face with one paw, shifted
1t. tft,liy IN, drp,s.
and then made of toward the woodland
we knew that our pig went with him.
"When he was well out of sight mother
and Susan removed the barricades and for
sock the attic You may DO sure they fas-
tened every window, kept a keen lookout and
went about their work in fear and trembling.
"When my father got home, in the middle
Of the afternoon. he heard the story before he
could unharness the horse Straightway he
set out again and organized hunting party
among the neishbors The party was armed
with all sorts and conditions OF weapons; but
it bagged that panther before shutdown,
whereby was my mother much consol,d And
now have Istucs to the factsF said Stranion.
turning to Willis.
the latter.
Well" went ON Stranion. un-utiled,
''since they took the trouble to get after III.
50 early. it's not much cause for wonder
ii they've kept it up.
At this moment a strange, unearthly, CUR
Cling cry broke the nights Stiffness AMI We
started, involuntarily.
Hes on your track, sure. Stranion," ejac
ulated Sam But, to judge from his voice,
your story has rather sickened him.
.'Tllat noise came Off the lake, growled
Willis He's coming after you by water,
maybel'
lily dear boys" was Strarion's sleepy re
ply, that's nothing but a young loon, learn
ing his notes. Now it's time to turn NV
Charles b. Roberts i'll Golden Days