Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1896-10-22

tive creamery, with an expression o
| countenance that would scarcely indi
: cate that she was ''tickled to DEATH
cooperative creamery, indeed! Ly
man Cantwell, what's going to become
man you are!"
Come, come, Cynthia! Don't worr!
: about them! 1 guess they'll manage tt
? make live Of it."
"Co-operative creamery" she con.
tinued. 81, for one, should just like
TO be Informed who is going to coop
crate. One thing is sure-I know oil
one that amt! Here we've had the
best customers in town. Three hun
dred dollars in hard cash, since last
January, just from our six COWS. And
now what more do you want? I can't
see. But I know what I want, and
what I have wanted, long enough. and
what I mean to have"
Come, come, Cynthia, don't Worry
Of course we've got to have new wa
gon of some kind to ride in. and it
may as we'll be carriage as any other
{
to take the first money [ get from the
cream to get the house painted
'I don't know but you have meant it
all right enough, but you have proba-
bly, been some weeks, perhaps months,
forming your plans, and now when
they come spat down upon me like q
thunderbolt, l suppose I am expected
to hn n oil BOD ~
take about all you get to buy meal and
pay other creamery expenses, Lyme
/ CantweIl. Ed Simmons said it did
with theirs. Cooperative creamery!
/ Well, when ] see that new carriage and
/ the new coat of paint on the house
all bought with creamery money, I'll
! be ready to cooperate before"
Now, mother" put in Malcolm,
don't be balky! I'm going to coop
crate. And if I cooperate, what more
is necessary? I shall certainly put an
embargo on petticoat cooperation.
Now this pretty little pet is mine
| signed, sealed and delivered to have
and to hold, till death do us part
bought and paid for by a maternal
smile. So, little mOtherdy, don't you
lift a finger about the whole business,
for [ reserve the right to wait on my
dainty little dairymaid myself"
Malcolm rattlehead! Wouldn't you
look pretty!" said Rudolph, with a
comlcal grimace sleeves rolled up,
washing milk cans-wringing strain
ers! no! hov'
Shut up, smarty! Don't Cousin Ed
do every bit of the work about his
creamery? And who's going to be out
done by Ed Simmons? Not Malcolm
Graeme Cantwell No Stree, bob. And
1 know by the placid expression on
the face of my contemporary ancestors
that they approve my plan unanimous
ly."
ooh, so neat! I should almost SMILE"
said Rudolph.
Smile away, little boy. His mamma
should make him a nice little turnover,
so she should
Malcolm, my son, your idea is a
good one" said Mr.. Cantwell Go
ahead. And mother can sit in the par
lor, fold her hands, if she wants to,
and entertain her friends royally-eh,
Cynthia?''
'Humphv' she laughed, ironically.
1--WE shall see. Just try it.
So the engagement between Malcolm
and the c. G. G. was duly announced.
And they tried it, The pretty
maid" was duly installed in Mrs. Can't
wells Mushroom and the laundry ap-
purtenances took a pilgrimage into the
woodhouse. Mrs. Cantwell looked be-
hind returns and groaned. The tinker
came and cut and spliced the water
pipes, introducing the new relative to
the mountain spring. That night at
chore time all was ready. The new c.
G. was dedicated. Mr. Cantwell and
porting and straining the foaming
liquid, giving to each deep eighteen
quart can about seventeen quarts of
milk. After the work was finished
and the family together, Rudolph re
ported to his mother.
TITS just nobby, ma. Dave Green
was right. It is fun Pa and I MIXED
piled the pals half full of froth, and
kept Malcolm running back and forth
all the time, with the milk, and then
he couldn't keep up. Oh, you'd jS1t
ought to have seen him, sloshing
around out washing the cans
with the mop
ooh, you!-Rudolph Cantwell, I ar
rest you in the name of the law
why, what for?"
Islander"
well, wait minute till l finish my
discourse. Fact, truth, ma, he was
washing the cans with the mop
That long handled swob, ma"
"And he rinsed the strainer in the
wash basin, 90 SO neatD and hung it
over the kerosene can to dry; and"
Now you've got to come" and the
self-appointed sheriff collared the cul-
prit and marched him off to bed, leav-
| ing the parents smiling audibly over
the antics Of their offspring.
Time passed on. Simon Crabtree,
large, portly old gentleman, who wore
lis curly hair very long, with his hat
far back, to cover the bald spot that
/ served for his crown, came every
morning to collect the cream. The
number of spaces on the cream record
grew large, but Mrs. Cantwell's cook
ing suffered. She had formerly dipped