The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1897-09-18

One day when Bull Chops, the but
cher's black haired, red-cheeked boy,
came to bring the meat to Mrs. Wes-
tons house he brought with him be-
SIDES the meat basket big white one
with cover, from which a curious
noise issued.
What's that in the basket, Bill?"
Jane asked; mot chickens, surely?"
Bill laughed IF you wants to
know, call your little lady, Cook" he
said. TITS a present for her."
So cook called Dolly, and Dolly came
running down stairs.
Father sends his compliments, Miss
Dolly" he said, "and turtle dove that
he thinks you'd like to have for a pet.
It's wings are clipped, so it can't fly
away. I've got another here for lit
tie Miss Agnes at the parsonage. I'll
show you the two of them together"
Then out of the basket he took a pair
OF beautiful doves and set them on the
table. They were just alike, and they
nestled up against each other and put
their heads together and began to ut
ter curious little sound.
Hank to them trilling their cooes, 1"
said Bill. well. l must be eff. Good
bye!"
Goodbye, and thank Mr.. Chops
very much" said Dolly.
Then Bill went away, leaving one of
the doves on the table and CARRYING the
other on with him. Dolly took up her
large white apron by the corners mt
the dove into it, and carried it I'M tn
the sewing room, where her mother
was busy at work. Mrs. Weston adj
mired the dove, told Dolly that it was
a very pretty and gentle pet, and that
her father would make a house for u
Just outside of her bedroom window
sill; and Dolly thought that she had
never been so happy in all her life She
loved pets, but dogs frightened her q
little and cats were only nice when
they were kittens; after that they were
dlsobedient and stole things and ran
away; and once she had large green
parrot with topaz eyes, who couId
really talk to her; but it bit her finpar
very badly just when she was giving
II a lump OF sugar, too. But this dovs
was meek and mild and sweet,
Surely it would love her inst 40 oh J.,
should love it.
There is nothing like love and
sweetness in a pet, is there, mamma y,
said Dolly.
Nothing" said mamma and h,ssoa
her little girl. >'''''u
Ihat night the dove was put in tho
parrots old cage and hung in Do11v,s
room; but it made so much noise tbot
Dolly slept very little. Over and ovor
again she arose and looked at - h.,
the light of the night lamp. Tho mo-.
ilttle thlng sat on one of the wide
perches bowling it's head copstantI,,
and repeating strange little crv tbot
sounded like "tur-tur-tur." And On ~
went on for two or three nights,
In the daytime it would neither oo4
nor drink, but made the most unbo~
py little cry continually; it seemed r.
be crying. "
Mamma" said Dolly, one mornina
do you think it is sick?" 80
i hope not, Dolly said her mother.
perhaps We have not given If 49, 6.
It needs to eat. We will go to 49,
Mamie, who keeps all sorts of so1-i I'LL
and ask her advice about feedins % ~ >,
So about ten o'clock off they starred H.
Aunt Mamie was nice old coIoro,
woman, who lived in tiny bonso 81
ne loot OF a hill and raised all kinds
If fowls and sold eggs to peonIa N n,pS
wanted to set their hens. She listonnS
carefully to what Mrs. Weston bod Gu
Jay about the dove, and when sbo - 10 10
inished, said, We'll, ma'am iiau
'aised plenty of turtles in NV mas mas
md | kin tell you what is de mo ttlne
Dat dove is mourning for her 81
turtles DAT is mated carn't be partsJ
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