Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-06-06


an old creature like me without an OBJ
ject; what is it you want?"
'Why! 1 was just thinking what it
is that makes a good chicken poison,
that is easy to get at without exciting
suspicion
Nothing is better than salt, and
there is whole bucket of it in the
cattle barn. But who is it you want to
poison?"
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
it?''
''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 can spare. I'll give you my word"
"Well, then, persuade your enemy or
rival"-and here the gray goose looked
very intelligently at Wang-"that he is
sick bird and will die, if he doesn't
swallow a lump of coarse salt every
twenty minutes, and 1 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 a quack doctor and will prescribe
it, but remember your part of the bar
gain. You must feed me till my rheu-
matism goes, or shall tell the whole
poultry yard on you, and you will be in
disgrace forever. Monsieur White
Feathers is not bad fellow. If it
weren't for my starving to death
would do him no HARM
GETVb0 Soi5 White tborSI''
said Wang, sharply, as he stallked 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,
briskly; eff you think so, too, Mr. Gray
Goose, as you are something of doc
tor, you will tell me what to do for it?''
Eyes, do see symptoms in you most
decidedly; the feathers hang little fiat
on the right side; the feather-droop is a
very dangerous disease, very; 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:
"WhCre can l find this salt you pre-
scribe?''
wang will show you," said the gray
goose, turning away, as if tired of the
| interview. at is in the cattle barn,
isn't it, Wang?"
eyes, 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 q particle
| entered his mouth.
All that day and the next and the
| 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 particle of salt: tho
| gray goose growing stronger on the
| corn allowance he demanded of Wang
and Wang growing thin and hollow
chopped, while his topl1not laid flat
and unbccoming upon his head, as he
waited for Monsieur White Feathers tc
die
81 thought l 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 hat
better have him for dinner some