Iron County register., 1895-10-17
COLLAPSE OF A HENNERY.
Mrs. Witherby's Unfortunate Failure In tn
Egg Business.

| Mrs. witherby's Unfortunate Failure In the
Egg Business.
Young Mrs Witherby was struck not
long ago with the fact that she was
| wasting valuable opportunities and
valuable land. The little cottage
which she and her husband had rented
for the summer was surrounded by q
q few acres of land and it seemed q
| pity to the thrifty woman not to util-
ize this territory. An additional chap.
ter in 'sThe Young Housekeeper's
Guide to Happiness" on the subject of
| market gardening and henneries
turned her thoughts in that direction.
Harold" said she to her husband as
he sat placidly smoking on the ver-
anda one evening, II want to start .
| hennery."
"a what?" said Harold.
"A hennerv." repeated Mrs Wither-
| by, firmly. I'VE could start one beau
tlfully, Harold. See all the land we
have. Think how lovely to have fresh
eggs and spring broilers from your
own place"
| 'Good heavens. Eva!" gasped Mr..
| Witherby, why do you want to start
q hennery at this season. Don't you
know we'll be going back to town be-
fore the first lot of eggs would hatch?"
mo, we WON'T" replied Mrs. With
erby. ST am going to stay out here
until late in the fall. And think,
| Harold, you'd better lease this place
| Then can leave q man in charge dur
ing the winter. and soon I'll make
enough money to buy it"
OF course, Mr.. Witherby unkindly
| opposed this business venture of his
| wife. Rut Mra. Witherby was not
| daunted. She had set her heart upon
| hennery, and, naturally, Mr.. With
| erby's objections counted for but lit
tie. After a week of persevering eff
| fort, which her husband inhumanly
called "nagging," he yielded. and Mrs.
Witherby started her hennery.
For several days her method of pro-
cedure bore strong esemblance to
/ that of youthful gardeners, who daily
dig up seeds to mark the progress Of
| plants. But finally the hen was left
undisturbed, and young Mrs. Wither-
| by devoted a great deal of time to the
perusa1 of works on the chicken ques-
| tion.
At was at this juncture that Mrs.
| Witherby's cousin Lena sent an inn
| perative summons to the Witherby
| family to visit her in the Adirondacks
camps she had organized. The With
erby's sent their son and heir to his
| grandmother for care and departed
| themselves for the Adirondacks, leav-
ing the hennery in charge OF the
| maids.
They came back In week and we're
| met at the gate of their small domain
| by the hen. who had evidently been
| making tour of investigation through
| the flower beds. She had sowed ruin,
and desolation followed in her track.
| Mrs Witherby rushed wildly to the
house.
sWhy is not the hen ON her nest?'
she demanded. .sWhere are the little
| chickens? Why is she in the flower
| garden?"
please. mn said the maid, I'VE
found ont after you'd gone that those
| was chiny eggs you set the hen on.
| And. please I'M. so did she, SO she stop
| ped settin-
From the brutal laughter of her hus-
hand. Mrs Witherby sought refuge in
her own room. The next morning the
hen-houses were sold at half price to q
ne1ehboring farmer and the hired man
spaded up the garden. IN. Y. World
Holes Always Clean.
..Saw . good thing In hotel towels
| the other day"
s.What?n
"A towel that couldn't get verJ
dirty.
..Couldn't?~
s.Nc. Il $50 R<,. ful1 ~ holnn s-rA,a.