Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1891-04-03

q great cloud of dust and up came
James in N lather with Patrick astride
him carrying great bundle of papers
NY master seized them and hurried over
to the willow; then began to open
them nervously and search through
them. NY mistress stood looking over
his shoulder. Suddenly they both gave
a great cry and fell into each others
arms.
''At last! At lasti" my mistress cried,
''they have acknowledged you at last!'
yes" said my master; but / won-
der how much of my success is due to
the lovely face copied?"
''The two lovely faces" laughed my
mistress, blowing kiss to me.
Ny master smiled, and twirled his
mustache, and looked SO happy that 1
wanted to know what it all meant, and
trotted up to them to find out, when
Patrick must needs come up and chuck
me off to breakfast. / was very mad,
for i hated not to know what II was all
about.
After that morning things changed
little. Ny master was never at home
any more. Tho talks under the willow
NGLC OFCAt hAo %" Al WIG
early morning when he would come out
with high hat and gloves on and pat
me in absent-ninded way, and say to
my mistress:
''You don't mind my going to town
to-day, do you, darling. Now that
things are beginning to look brighter
for us ought to 60 round amongst the
boys a little"
MY mistress used to smile and say
she liked him to go, but I noticed that
after he had said the same thing every
morning for about six weeks, my mis-
trcss smiled less and seemed to be less
cheerful when she told him she liked to
have him go.
Quite q wet spell came after this. |
saw nothing at all of my mistress, but
/ used to see my master driving away
with James and Patrick as usual. 1t
worried me to know what was the mat
ter. James could not tell me any thing,
and none of the dogs came to the barn,
so absolutely knew nothing. | could
not stand it, and set to work to call my
mistress with all my might the first
morning that it was fine enough for her
to get out
Some hours passed. kept on calling,
but nobody came. AT last Patrick put
his head over the fence.
THAT calf beats ALI" was all he said,
and disappeared.
A few moments later out came my
mistress. Her eyes were red; she had
evidently been crying. She came up to
me and was so sorry 10 see her sad
that licked her hand and tried to COM
fort her. At this ske broke down COM
pletely, and laying her head on my neck
began to cry.
"Oh, Ethel, Ethell' she said, ''he
doesn't love US any morei He isn't
happy with us any morel He is rest
less and wretched until he can get
away from us. Now that he has moth
ing but praise from everybody and there
isn't critic left to abuse him he has no
use for us! When I longed for critic
to find out his worth l little thought
was longing for the wrecking of my
own happiness!'
She seemed so unhappy that l began
to cry, too, for sympathy.
Mistress" I said, ''just show me
what critic is like and you shan't have
to cry any more; will take care of
you"
Before she could reply Patrick came
through the gate.
"Well, he do bawl!" he said. II guess
I'd better change his food"
SIS any thing the matter with her?"
asked my mistress, starting up.
81 dunno" Patrick replied; "he's
been bawling that way all mornin'
Tain't for the want of food; he's fat
enough Mebbe he's lonesome. A
mans never done foolin' with a. calf
that's been reared by wimmin."
''Poor little thing, may be she misses
her master" said my mistress.
''Humphr' said Patrick. Hes lad,
he isl If he keeps up that bawling I'll
give him some condition powder and
have done with him."
NY mistress turned away, not heed
ing my indignant protest, and was left
to my fate.
After she had gone in ! was very much
troubled. | hated to see my dear, good,
kind mistress unhappy, and wanted
to help her, but how could | when all
her trouble came from a critic, and l
Ql0nL even KNOW WLdt cAitiS W do AAnS-
asked the chickens.
They couldn't tell me.
asked the neighbours COW: she had
never heard Of such thing.
asked James. He said he supposed
It must be a dealer In poor oats, for
that was the only thing he could think
of which could possibly make person
cry.
asked the dogs.
The puppies giggled, but my mistress
pet dog, Sport, a very arrogant Cocker
Spaniel, who thinks himself clever,
paused q moment to throw an answer
at me over his shoulder; he was too
superior to waste much time on me, and
this is what he said:
"a critic is the only person who can
make my mistress cry"
But" asked, what Is he hke?"
Sport gave an angry bark.
''I have told you all you need to
know" he said; 'if you are not smart
enough TO think the rest out for your
self, / nm sorry I wasted my breath
over you"
Sport walked into the house, and re-
commenced on my cud. while thought
At last it was all as clear as daylight
to me. A critic was the only person
who could make my mistress cry, so IL
/ ever saw any one make my mistress
cry might be sure 1t was a critic, and
ali had to do was to horn him, and
trample him to pieces, and then my dear
mistress would never cry again.
l jumped and began to practice with
my new horns on the willow tree TO see
II they would dent it; they didn't seem
to hurt it much, but / resolved to use
them every day SO that would be quite
ready for a critic when 1t came.
Time passed on. / never saw my
master, and there was no sitting under
the brook, no tender embraces under
the shadow of the trees. My mistress
came every now and then, but she had
grown silent and sad and hardly ever
petted me.
One afternoon the gate opened.
looked up hoping to see both my friends,
but It was only my mistress and little
dark man with whiskers. They came
over beside me and sat down under the
willow.
ssIt is n shame" he was saving 'for