The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1890-02-13

ers, and founded an order of honor, the
members of which strove to lead sober.
Christian lives themselves and to help
their fellows to do the same
Naughty Jo-ann.
eli! HI Hi" shouted Luke Moore,
as his yoke of calves, Scott and Mac,
sped On over the hard wood-road with
their load of beech limbs on the little
sled. How they kicked up their heels
and pranced and shook their heads in
the brisk winter air! Luke could not
keep up with their nimble feet, and
grasped the yoke as they galloped on
down the hill waving his goad before
their noses to stop their mad career,
for laot far ahead, at the foot of She next
hill, was another little team with it's
load.
But there was something the matter
with that. 1t s&ood stock-stiIl Per-
hape 1T was stopping to take breath.
But Macs head was up for race, and
Sco6t2s tail stoo& in the air.
Puff puff "Outof the road there I"
again shouted Luke leaning on beside
his naughty runaways. Don't be-a-
pi-i-i-g"
But Jo-ann won't go! She's laid
down again." shouted Lena back to the
on-o0ming teamster.
just then there was a cpash. The
two teams had come together The
sled lay down, ahe wood flew into the
air, end In half "a wink away went Scott
and Mac across the snowy fields toward
the barn, scared half to death .at the
racket they had made, and bawling
with all their might
Hull Fore I'll have such a steer
as that,!" sneeFed Luke. "Ain't worth
a row O. pins-to lie down at the foot of
every hill.
But she aint a steer at all, Luke
Moore /" protested Lena. in defense of
her naughty Joeann, who lay content
edly chewing her cud, and seemed to
be thinking instead Of helping her
mate pull the load to the top of the hill.
Luke jerked her by the guiding rope
tied to her stuDby horn, and Lena
cuffe@ her ears not very halG, though
but Jo-ann shut up her big eyes and
kept enght.on chewing. She mad had
cracked corn and clover hay for break
fast, and lit made fine cuds. She liked
it better than pulling a heavy sled up
hill. Besides, it wasn't her business to
drag loads. She would grow to he q
COW soaAe day and give white, sweet
milk for the babies to drink and the
grandnGas to sip in their tea.
| don't know as that was what
Joann thought, but she looked very
wise and would not bu@sge an inch, with
all their pulling and cutting.
What was to be done? Scott and
Mac had fed out Of sight. It was al
most dinner diane, and Luke and Lena
were hungry. But they could not
leave Bet and Jo-anu to come on when
Jo-ann got ready, for they might get
into trouble.
Luke was all out of patience, and
proposed swapping a stout stick onto
her tail, but Lena would not hear of It.
just then something bumped against
Lena's knee. 1t was a big French
sweeting in her pocket, which she had
taken to the woods for lunch.
Luke dabbed it against Jo-ann's
nose. That brought her to her feet,
and out whipped her long tongue to
seize 1t. But not taste would they
let her have. Luke went ahead and
held the sweeting about two inches
from her nose all the way up the hill. .
and she had helped Bet pull the Load
up to the top before she knew it.
How Luke and Lena laughed at
naughty little Jo-annl They had
llind to give the big sweetiDg to Bet,
but Jo-ann looked so penitent that they
forgaye her and gave her half
After that, whenever Luke aud Lena
started out to the woods with their
teams, they took along a pocket of APP
pies. They found that coaxing was
far better thar beating. YoutIis Com
pG9io9a.