The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-06-16
The auieIa 1ailu Eagle grraau 7or1e gune 1e 1898.

why: i was Just thinking what it
that is easy to get at without exciting
suspicion"
Nothing is better than salt. and
| there is 4 whole bucket of it in the
cattle barn. But who is it you want to
poisop?"
! Wang pretended not to hear this ques-
ton but asked another.
Chickens don't touch salt as usual
thing, how can one get them to take
it9'
IF you'll bring me feed of corn
twice day I'll tell you" said the gray
/ goose, wisely.
/ ''All right, I'll promise TO bring you
all l can spare. I'll give you my word ;"
! We'll, then, persuade your enemy or
rival'-and here the gray goose looked
very intelligently at Wang-''that he is
| a sick bird and will die, if ne doesn't
swallow a lump of coarse salt every
twenty minutes, and l think you will
soon be rid of him"
| But I'm afraid he won't take it on
my telling him to-, demurred Wang.
THAT is SO; well, send him to me.
I'm quack doctor and will prescribe
it. but remember your part of the bar
gain. You must feed me till nv rheu-
matism goes. or l shall tell the whole
poultry yard on you, and you will be in
/ disgrace forever. Monsieur White
Feathers is not a bad fellow. If it
| weren't for my starving to death /
would do him no harm"
who said it was White Feathersw
said Wang. sharply, as he stalked out
of the chicken house, but it wasn't long
before he was back, with Monsieur
White Feathers beside him.
Friend Wang declares that he sees
about me the first symptoms OF feather
droop, though / never felt better in my
life said Monsieur White Feathers,
brisldy; IF you think so, too. Mr. Gray
Goose, as You are something of doc
tor, you viii tell me what to do for it?"
Yes. 1 do see symptoms in you most
decidedly; the feathers hang little fat
on the right side: the feather-droop is
very dangerous disease, very: l know of
nothing better than lump OF salt,
taken at regular intervals during the
day. Call again tomorrow, and let
me see what improvement has been
made
Monsieur White Feathers did not look
much alarmed, but he asked:
Where can l find this salt you pre-
scribe?'
Wang will show you said the gray
goose, turning away, as if tired of the
interview. sit is in the cattle barn,
isn't it, Wang?"
Eyes, l will show him." and the two
rooSters hurried away, every chicken
in the poultry yard wondering at this
seemingly intimate and sudden friend
ship between Monsieur White Feathers
and Wang.
When the two chickens reached the
cattle barn Monsieur White Feathers
plunged his bill into the bucket of salt
as if he were about to swallow one
half of it, but, in reality, not particle
entered his mouth.
All that day and the next and tho
next was this little farce kept up,
Monsieur White Feathers, who had
overheard the plan for his destruction
between Wang and the gray goose,
swallowing never a particle Of salt: the
gray goose growing stronger on the
corn allowance he demanded of Wang
and Wang growing thin and hollow
chopped, while his toplznot laid fat
and unbecoming upon his head. as he
waited for Monsieur White Feathers to
die.
Il thought should take both Wang
and White Feathers to the poultry
show this year said Farmer Dande-
lion; but Wang doesn't look himself
he's grown so ugly, Sarah, we had
better have him for dinner some