Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1891-04-10


cryl Now knew why had hated him.
He was It-A Critic-and knowing that
he could not make her cry after to-
morrow he had come just once more to
enjoy her distress. My master was in
town, and on the wrong side of the
brook;it was shameful, horrible. pulled
and tugged at my stake, and even bit at
my rope, but it would not yield.
AS watched him such ap>evil look
came into his face. I believe he meant
to kill her, for he seized her tightly in
his arms, and called out:
$50? Never without your
| was so frightened that he would
take her away where my master could
never find her again that pulled fran
tically at the rope.
NY mistress was evidently afraid,
too. She gave great cry, freed her
self, and started to run into the garden.
He saw she was afraid of him, and like
the coward he was, began TO run after
her. This was more than / could stand
was so afraid of his hurting her that
/ gave a tremendous bound, and to my
Joy the rope broke and was free.
In a second was over the brook and
chasing him. How he ran when he
saw me after him; but | ran faster than
he, and in few moments / had caught
him.
was too angry to wait TO try my
new horns on him. / just jumped on
his shoulders, threw him down, and
rolled over and over down the bank
into the brook with him When I'd got
him there bethought me of my horns,
and horned him and trampled upon
him until had satisfied my anger, then
standing over him looked round for my
dear mistress.
She was at the garden gate, clasped
In my masters arms.
Seeing her so safe felt that | could
commence again on A Critic, for in the
moment paused he had tried to crawl
out from between my feet Then there
was great shouting My master and
Patrick and some men ran at me with
sticks, and began beating me just for
doing my duty. / was really angry at
their foolishness, so knocked Patrick
down, kicked the strange men, and ran
as hard as could to my mistress, and
putting my nose in her hand. asked her
II had not done we'll
She understood me, sor she smothered
q laugh In my neck. pettcd me and
when the men wanted to drag me away
took me inside the garden. put me In
10 my stall with her own hands and
gave me great feed.
As we turned away heard my mas
ter say to A Critic:
You're too wet 10 kick, you little cur;
pick yourself up and be off, and II ever
find you round my premises again III
set the dogs on YOU"
My master soon joined us In the barn.
and there standing beside me In my
stall he told my mistress what n silly
fellow he had been and asked her for
giveness, and then they kissed each
other and said n lot of sweet things TO
each other, at which james snorted
and got angry and told him to hold
his tongue, and my mistress forgot that
she had fed me and gave me lot more
roots, and James got some too, and
then they kissed each other again and
we were all so happy, only when my
mistress told my master all about the
little man with the whislters she cried,
and | could not understand why she
should do so after | had rid her of A
Critic. May be she was crying because
that foolish Patrick had intcrfcrcd too
soon between us.
think that did n very good days
work when punished A Critic, for wo
have all been happier since. We meet
under the willows just as we used TO,
and what with the extra food get, and
the extra petting. my horns are grow
ing mt such a rate that should the little
man with the whiskers ever disturb us
again III be able TO settle the whole
business before Patrick will have time
IN fpterfera