Feliciana sentinel., 1892-10-15

Thus Il wns that, when Joshua -.
turned to tho house. he found the dre
waning; after renewing it, ho recon-
menced his churning.
s'Wonderful! never heerd Marier
say that butter would churn itselfr'
muttered Mr.. Phlatkins, peering into
the churn, where the cream was in
state of strange weird agitation.
Reaching in with his hand to SEQ what
might be the cause of the odd pho
nomenon, his flesh came In contact
with a splinter. After fishing few
moments. he drew forth the strangest
looking specimen Of butter ever
churncd. This roll of butter said, in q
queer, gurgling voice: ''Me-youw!'
It was Mr.. r. Cat-in disguise SO com
plete that his own mother could never
have recognized him. Poor old T. Cat!
He loved cream; but this time he had
even more than he would Josh placed
him outside the kitchen window, when
he began a process Of cleaning which
to this day he has never ended.
Josh was wiping up the cream Is
we'll as he could when Dan came in-
Gosh! Pop, what kind Of q animal
| is that out in the yard?"
..Dan'l." said MIR. Phlatkins, severe
ly, 'sDan'l, keep your mouth shet; an
if YOU say q word about this, III tan
you within an inch Of your lite!''
Upon trying the bread. which was
beautifully brown outside, but heart
brokenly sad within, Mr.. Phlatkin
said:
"Dan'l, dinners goin' to be late to
day, an you had better go over to Aunt
Sally's for somcthin' to eat- or you Il
be tardy to school"
"All right pop" said Daniel, march
ing OFF obediently.
Owing to a dearth of eatables, Mr.
Phlatlsins dined on cob pipe and lnedi
tationS.
For supper he toasted q little dr.,
bread. and made cup of tea by th'
time his wife drove up to the barn ant
had attended to the horses.
After supper Mrs. Phlatkins said:
.Weli, Josh. after you git the dishe
= done you kin go an milk the cows
I've go, a few papers and things wan
to look over tins evening.
When Joshua had returned from do
ing this. she remarked:
..Josh, l don't see the bread nc
where's Wasn't it good for nothing?
l "Never see nicer bread in your borl
days" he affirmed. boldly.
That's queer" muttered Mrs Josh
{ | mo one could ever pd>e aeSoas o'S>''
n without turuin' that damper to hea
the oven" Then she added, in
, louder tone: And the butter. Josh
= where is that?'
u THAT was awful fine, too" replie
he, from behind his newspaper
just then the cat rose from where n
,, had been lying by the kitchen stove
:. and Mrs Phiatlxins' quick eye caugh
= sipht of the grease spot with which h
had decorated the floor.
;" "Gracious. Josh, what on earth Is tn
>, matter with Tom? Just look a-tere.
Pop, he" began Dan, who sat
~ the corner making little satans on II
IA slate.
- "Dan'l," interrupted Mr.. Phlatkin
~ harshly. "Dan'L have you carried
y enough wood?"
>" 'Guess SO, pop"
~ well. go and carry in some NOR
- it's going to be colder tomorrow
,, Joshua" said Mrs. Phlatkins, whe
=, Dan had dragged himself out to II
a - wood-shed, "what have you done wit
Az the bread an the butter?"
ie Fact is said the truthful hous
' keeper. '.some poor people come alor
- III u covered wagon--gypsies, l guess
=. an gave all the things, an the squa:
Nv an tatcrs l had cooked, to them +
"' .hcir iinue,. Awful big family th'
- had"
De We'll. Joshua, if they ats the bre:
ou that YOU cooked in that cold oven, th'
must he dead by this time, sure. B