Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1890-08-15
PORT TOBACCO, MARYLAND. AUGUST Is. 1890.

frightened and astonished him that he
howled perfectly awful. Then shut
him mp in the cellar and left him
there, supplyin' him with food and
drink, of course, for two days and
nights. Well, the 30th June come at
last and with it our precious Jennie
wren, and after she'd Rugged and
Kissed her father ard me until we wus
all out of breath, she sot down in her
iayorite rockin'-chair and asked,
"Nhcre's Frisky?n | went and opened
The cellar door and called him; but it
was some time fore he'd ccme, and
when he did come he didn't do credit
TO bis name, for he just crcpt along
aud looked as though he expected TO
see that slipper a-hoverin' over him in
the air.
why, what's the matter with
him" says Jennie. So told her all
about it. And, if you'll believe me,
that girl took Frisky's part right
straight through. "Of course he
don't know strange Chickens" says
she. "The folks that ust TO live there
didn't keep any, and there isn't
another house nearer than book.
lie thought they was birds, aud he's
never been whipped for catchin' birds.
And I'd just like to see Mr.. Jack
Rosemary pizen him. Poor old
FriskyI"
But Frisky hid under the sofa and
refused to come out and be comforted,
and pretty soon what with Jennie
Wren a-tellin' and us a-listenin' to lots
of city news, we entirely forgot him.
That is, we forgot him till tea time,
and then, father and me and Jen-
ME was a-drinkin' our tea, we heard
quite a cOmmotion in the next garden.
"Dear me" says |, almost droppin
my cup, which wouldn't a-done for
a good deal, it being one of my blue
clancy set, "Frisky's out and at il
agin." And sure enough. I'd no
sooner got the words out of my
mouth than over the fence fl es Fr.sky
with another chicken, and Jack Rose
mary calls out as mad as can be;
"rll git my pistol and shoot him.
| amt a-goin' TO stand this no longer"
"Oh! dear" says |, and | Jumps up
and was a-goin out, when Jennie says:
'Iet me go, MOTHER" and in a minnit
she. was on the old chair, and the
Young man, hearing her, begun:-.
"Elere, ma am, hope you'll acknowl-
edge it now, that I've seen it with my
ey yds and unless thas-sn Bat lust.
'ae llas 8ifs Us Far as this Jennie s pretty,
Ilufly, golden head pops up above the
fence, and she says in voice as sweet
as honey: 81 beg your pardon, sir,
but was you a-si cakin' to me:"
90! no, certainly not" says he,
a-stammcrin' at a great rate. 81
thought you was your MOTHER mean
Il was simply sayin'- That is, hope
my chickens are not annoyin' your cat
in any way"
don't know how Jennie Wren ever
kept her face, but she did, long enough,
anyhow, TO say slowly and gravely:
''But they do annoy him sir They
disagree with him very much indeed"
Then she slid from the chair on to the
grass and LAUGHED and laughed till |
thought she revcr would stop.
The very next day the widow called
on us a-sayin'; "She'd been very re-
miss in not being more friendly, but
she hoped we'd overlook it, and shea
try to be better neighbor in future"
Then we returned her call, and then
the old man and Jack paid us visit,
and it wasn't long before the young
fellow was in here on some excuse OF
other every day. And | declare tc
man three weeks hadn't gone by since
the day he threatened to shoot Frisky
when | overheard Jennie Wren Assay
in; "Really and truly my cat never
did molest our Chickens" and tha'
Jack makes answer: "Well, I'm per
fectly willin', just to protect the pool
things, to have my chickens becom,
our chickens as soon as possible.
only remains for you to consent"
"Why, what do you mean, Jacl
Rosemary" says Jennie.
"Can't you guess, Jennie WrenH
says Jack, and he takes her in his arm
and kisses her.
And VOW that cat never did toucl
one of them chickens after they vert
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