Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-09-07

I don't buy animals to pen 'em up in the
barn or stake 'em round the place. The
meaders mile long, and If thar amt room
in it fer the Durm and the road, too, why
the road can 60 1 amt too much fer ac-
commodation anyhow. Them dogs O. Doves
II worry the bull mad some day. I'd a
shot the hound dead If he'd bit Davy."
He weren't thlnkin O. btin' the child"
repeated Mrs. King; John Peter says as he
b'lieves the dog were laughin'."
The following morning old Davy husled
himself measuring the bit Of meadow in
order to satisfy himself in regard to the
exact amount of land that his neighbors
coveted. He was vastly amused by the
gracious good mornings of the passing
neighbors, their gay remarks about the
weather and the glorious promise in the
waving wheat.
"They think as Tn a-measurin it fer the
use O. the public jest to see how much I'm
white-haired boy, VINO kept close at his
heels. TT amt sech a bit after all, Davy;
thars two hills in it and a boiler"
And crick," cried Davy, enthusiast
tically.
"Yas, and a crick that can rise and spile
the whole road fer SPELL said the old
man, cheerfully; "'Tain't sech a little thing
Eohow. The road commissioners would have
to put up bridge, the county a-payin' fer
it, Wal, wal the capn may help along his
man runnin' fer Office, but I'll keep the
county from a-layin' out pile o money
on the new public road"
Two nlliS ana d nOllOW anu d CREEK were
indeed to be found in the bit of meadow
land that the church people were thinking
of talking over in meeting, with the minis
ter hot on the side of new public road
Old King got into the habit of paying
daily visits to the meadow; he liked to
make out who the people were who quar-
relied every time they had to shut the
gates, and he liked to see them stare about
to see if the Durm were III sight, for tales
had been growing in regard to the Durm.
Jest about as playful as calf runnin'
round its mother" soliloquized Davy, ST.,
watching his property down in the meadow
raising. 'He amt old enough yet to turn
into bull meat But Dove best keep his
dogs from worryin' the critter If he don't
want EN- tore to pieces. The little Teller
he amt Altered O. nothin'; but thar won't
be nobody fer to keep the Durm back eff
the dogs is in his way. Them dogs is with
heap O. money, the cap'n brags, but the
Durm amt gunno stand back fer that.
l reckon he thinks he's wuth more'n
emery dog"
The old man was standing at the outer
gate one day when he beheld his enemy
lead his horse through the other gate,
Pause a minute, then pull rail from off
the fence, leave the gate open behind him,
his morse standing loose, and run full speed
toward the creek. Then up the meadow,
now flying along at breakneck speed, now
pausirg an instant to horn the sod, Davy
King beheld the Durm.
"One o them burned dogs, he muttered,
and then he raised his voice and yelled,
You shet that gate, will YOU"
But the cap'n did not heed If he heard.
THAT bulls with more'n emery dog.
You fetch the Durm and I'll have the law
on you" Old Kings trembling hands tore
a rail off the fence beside him, and he, too,
rushed for the hollow shouting furiously
that he'd kill the dog at the first lick. Half
way down the hill he stood still as If some
thing had caught him and held him fast.
Below him in the hollow he saw a small
figure standing waving a little red cap at
the Durrn.
They brought the puny little grandson
home in triumph to his grandmother.
number Of reighbors passing through the
bit Of meadow in time to witness the
cap'n's victory. He had not a scratch
through his tears, that he would have hit
the Durm if he'd have come any nearer.
He was furiously angry with Cap'n Dove
for killing the Durm. They brought the