Little Falls weekly transcript. (Little Falls, Morrison Co., Minn.) 1894-19??, 1895-10-18
RISING TRIES TO EXPLAIN.
But His Wife Doesn't Understand Oh
Terms He Uses. r Et.

y RISING TRIES TO EXPLAIN.
But His wife Doesn't Understand ths
i Terms He Uses.
II guess I'll so down into the coun-
try next week. EN- 'ly,' said Mr.. Ris-
ing. II need vacation after this hot
summer. - &Sga&. is- ID. u:
won't yon DO lonesome, John? I
shall miss you awfully," said Mrs.
| Rising. 49,
"You can have your mother to stay
with You, Emily. Pm going with lot
Of men for chickens ut
Glow long will you be gone. John?'
"About week, Elm 'ly. Bill Jones
has the finest setter you ever saw, ;" MIR.
Rlsing answered, with enthusiasm.
"Can you get many chickens in a
week, John?"
IT should say so!' responded Mr..
Rising.
"You can't hurry the setter, can
you?''
"We won't want to with this one tho
trainer says-'gets right down to work
and keeps steadily at it without a
break.
"Why, John, do they train setters?"
Mrs Rising asked, with growing inter"
est.
"Indeed they do, Em'ly-get 'em
down fine. We're going to take point
or, too-hire it from the trainer"
Chow do you use a pointer, Jobn?'
was Mrs. Rising 8 next question as she
saw the subject widening before her
mental vision.
"Just use them to stir up the birds,
EN- 'ly."
"But thought the birds had to bt
kept quiet?''
ooh, pointers still enough-just
goes into the grass or stubble and finds
the bird and then comes stock still at q
point. That's warning enough for any
man."
aren't chickens generally Matched
in the summer, John?" Mrs. Rising re-
sumed, with patient endeavor to
probe the subject through and through.
"Of course, Emily, in the early sum-
mer, and fed OH grain until they are
regular butter balls," said Mr.. Rising
smacked his lips in anticipatory enjoy
ment.
cts strange I've never heard SO much
fuss made over chickens before. -
well, your father never goes after
chickens nor ducks, EN- 'ly, and this
time last year there wasn't any Mrs.
Rising. But ev'ry September, EN- 'ly,
the same crowd goes out in the grain
stubble to hunt chickens, and Mr.. Ris-
ing smiled at his young wife with &
mingled ecstacy Of matrimonial and
sporting bliss.
'Then, John, why do you take a set
ter?' said Mrs. Rising, returning to the
charge.
"Well, this time Bill Jones has a
daisy "a Llewellyn 49, white, marked
with brown patches, and he's just crazy
to show her off in the field,' amiably
explained Mr.. Rising.
"But if you're all watching her in
the field what fun is that?' demanded
the now thoroughly aroused wife.
"A couple Of us will use the pointer,
and then somebody else may bring an
other setter, =" YEARLY replied Mr.. Ris-
ing.
"Who furnishes the eggs?" asked
Mrs. Rising, resolved to see the matter
through.
"Eggs-what eggs?' asked MIR. Ris-
ing, bewildered in his turn.
'The eggs to set the setter, to get the
Chickens slowly and distinctly ex-
planned Mrs. Rising.
MI. Rising turned abruptly to look
out of the nearest window, then in a
voice chokcd with emotion he asked:
"Did you ever see setter, En- Typ
ono, John," Mrs. Rising replied,
"you know I never lived in the country.
The hens I've seen have always been
called good layers Or good roasters and
broilers."
Mr.. Rising took his hat in his hand
and went to the door, and holding it
open he said:
"Em 'ly, if Bill Jones comes here with
a dog, you ask him what kind Of dog
it is. -
Mrs. Rising nodded assent and then
said to herself:
"Think Of grown men hunting chick
ems and setting eggs-well, live and
learn. '"-Chicago Times Herald.
A Question of Price.