The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1895-11-09
MR.. AND MRS. RISING.
John Endeavors to Explain All About
Pointers, But Falls.


From the Chicago Times-Herald.
II guess I'm go down in the country
NEXT week. Emily" said Mr.. Rising. Il
need a vacation after this hot sum
mer"
DON'T you be lonesome. John. / shah
miss you awfu1ly," said Mrs. Rising.
You can have your mother to stay
with you, Emily. I'm going with "a lot
of men for chickens"
How long viii you be gone, John?"
About a week, Emily. Bill Jones has
the finest setter you ever saw, Mr..
Rising answered with enthusiasm.
Can you get many chickens in a
week, John?'
II should say sor' responded Mr.. Ris-
you can't hurry the setter. can
your"
1--WE won't want to with this one.
the trainer says-'gets right down to
work and keeps steadily at 1t without
a break
why, John, do they train settlers ?"
Mrs. Rising asked with growing inter-
est.
Indeed they do, Em'ly-get EN- down
fine. We've going ITO take a pointer,
too-hire 1t from the trainer.
How do you use pointer. JohnY'
was Mrs. Rising,s next question, as
she saw the subject widening before
her mental vision.
just use them ito stir up the birds,
Emily"
But I thought the birds had to be
kept quiet"
"Oh, a pointers still enough; just
goes in the grass or stubble or finds
a point. That's waning enough for
any man."
"Arn't chickens generally matched in
the summer, John?" Mrs. Rising re-
summed. with a patient endeavor to
probe the subject through and through
'Of course, Bm'ly, in the early sum-
mer, and fed on grain until they are
regular butter balls" and Mr.. Rising
smacked his lips in antdcipatory enjoy
ment.
Tits strange I never heard so much
fuss made over chickens before"
well, your father never goes after
chickens nor ducks, Emily, and this
time last year there wasn't any Mrs.
Rising. But ev'ry September. Emily
the same crowd goes out in the grain
stubble to hunt chickens" and Mr.. Ris-
ing smiled at his young wife with a
mingled ecstacy of matrimonial ana
sporting bliss.
Then. John, why do you take set
ter?" said Mrs. Rising. returning TO
the Oh rge.
"well, this time Bill Jones has a dali
sy-a Lewellyn-white, marked with
brown catches, and he's just crazy to
show her off in the field" amiably ex-
planned Mr.. Rising.
But, II you're all wa tching her in
the field, what fun is that?" demanded
the now thoroughly aroused wife.
"A couple of US viii use the pointer
and then somebody else may bring an
other setter" YEARLY replied Mr.. Ris-
ing.
"W.ho furnishes the eggs?" asked
Mrs. Rising, resolved to see the matter
through.
"Eggis-what eggs?" asked Mr. Rls-
ing. beWdldered in his turn.
THE eggs to set the setter. 10 get
The chickens" slowly and distinctly ex-
planned Mrs. Rising.
Mr.. Rising turned abruptly to look
out of fhe nearest window, then in a
voice choked with emotion. he asked:
DID you ever see a setter, Emay?"
mo, John" Mrs. Rising replied, you
know 1 never lived I'm the country. The
hens I've seen have always been called
good layers, or good roasters or broil-
ers."
Mr.. Rising took hts nat In aIs hand
and weGt 70 the door. and holding Il
open, he said:
i Emily, II Bgil Jones comes here with
a dog. you ask him what kind of a
deg II is
Mrs. Rising nodded assent and then
said 10. herself:
Think OF grown men hunting chick
ems and setting eggs-wen, live and
learn"