The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1890-11-26
SINGLE TAX DEPARTMENT.
A MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE
[coNrrxUED FROM LAST IssUE.l


got it, said the boss. 'You are entire
ly unskilled, and you have been so inn
provident eating up all your wages from
day to day, that you have nothing to fall
back on if you don't get work"
WELL" replied Mr.. Fassets eff I
can't get work for somebody else, Iguess
l can hunt for worms and corn on my
own account can't I?'
''Yes, if you can find place to hunt
for them"
''Must be plenty of places. Why. I
know all this country. Its full of corn
fields. and I'm poor sort of a crow If
can't scratch up enough TO live on"
The boss crow was astonished =: Mr..
Fassett's simplicity.
Why" said he. there amt q corn
field in days flight. where you'll be al
lowed to scratch. hire this field: that
one belongs to another crow: that one
yonder to another; that one TO \ crow
corporation. and so on. The trouble is
that this country is crowded with
crows"
IL used to think so myself" said Mr..
+
them: but since I've been a crow it
doesn't seem to me that there are very
many. Why. 1 never see any flock but
ours in this field?"
'Of course you don't. have to pay
old Roger Rock a good round sum for
this field, and l would be fool to let
anybody but my own crows come here.
And if you amt going to work for me-
''Who is Roger Rook?" Qui interrupt
ed.
Roger Rock! Roger Rock! Don't
know Roger Rock" exclaimed Outs
boss in establishment. well, l declared!
Why. Roger Rock belongs to one of the
best families. He can trace his ances-
try back ever so far. He owns all the
best nest building trees in that forest,
he and Jim Crow, and he owns corn
fields till you can't rest. Inherited them,
you know. But say, II you amt going
to work for me any longer l want you to
leave my property. l don't allow any
tramps around here
''Well." said Mr.. Fassett, firmly, ''Pve
had enough Of this, and l shall leave
Where II you roost to-night?' asked
the boss. Cant let you stay in my
tree. you know"
I'll find roost, replied Mr.. Fassett;
and saying goodbye in friendly way
to his boss, he rose upward and scared
away.
in my eye, you'll find a place to
roost," croaked the boss, as he returned
70 his work of uperintending the opera
tons of the flock in his field.
Poor Fassett. Little did he realize
what he had done.
After flying till he was tired. he head
ed for large tree in the middle of the
forest To his surprise he found its
branches filled with crows. They look
ed suspiciously at him, and he over
heard occasionally a word that sounded
like spy" For time no crow came
near him; but after while one old fell
low walked toward him sideways along
the limb of the tee.
'Where'd you come from?" the stran-
ger asked.
Just gave up a Job replied Qui.
What at?" the other persisted.
watching worm preserve.
Why'd you give it up?'
Got tired working for another fellow
for grub and rooss," said Qui.
The conversation continued cautious
ly for a time on the part of the stranger,
but after awhile with greater freedom.
Qui found that this was meeting of
crows, who, like himself, hadqui work
ing because they were not satisfied with
the pay. They had managed among
them to make up little pile of corn,
with part of which they hired the
tree where they were roostinG, living
on the remainder.
But our funds won't hold out long"
said the old crow. land as there are so
many crows out of job 1 am afraid we
shall have to give in and 60 to work"
why do you want funds?' Qui asked.
''Why do we want funds?" exclaimed
the old crow. well. we want funds be-
cause we've got to have something to
eat and place to roost."
Surely you don't need funds on that
account. You can scratch for worms
anu COEu, Gail you.
Some of US cen, but some of US only
know how to build nests. Some can't
even DO that: they have gathered nest
materials all their lives, and others
have done nothing but make up the ma
terials for the builders"
That's right" said Fassett. II
think I can get you out of your trouble.
Now. if you -"
Hold on"' interrupted the old crow
in excitement. Hold on. Halo, fell
lows, 1 say, here's chap what says he
can get US out Of our fix. Shall we let
him in and hear what he has to say?'
whats his line?" was croaked from
the crowd.
Used to watch worm preserve" re-
sponded the old chap.
Nav, We don't want any o them de-
tective thugs among u.s."
Tell them" said Qui, that / am a
lawyer"
''Oh thunder nor spluttered the
stranger. They're down on lawyers
the devil. Let me attend to
this"
Oui's new churn went among the flock