The daily morning journal and courier., 1897-10-04
KIND TO ANIMALS.
A Gander Who Became Jealous of .

A Gander Who Became Jealous or a Mans Attentions to Others.
 A southern congressman was telling a story in one of the downtown hotels a few nights ago about his father, a we'll known lawyer of Tennessee, who served two terms in congress years ago, says the Washington Post.
 My father was very stern to men and very kind to animals. During my whole life I never saw him lose his temper with a dumb thing but once. We lived on a large plantation, in the mountains of Tennessee, and on the place could be found every specie of domesticated animals, with the possi- ble exception of canlels and elephants known to zoologists, and although a source of constant care to him, real ly believe my father loved every an- imal and fowl he owned. Among other things, we had as large flock of geese, and though I suppose city people know but little about pet geese, I can testify that they make the most af- fectionate and faithful pets, almost equalling dogs in their fidelity
 My father came home one day from an adjoining county, where he had been to attend court. and found that in his absence one of the ganders, in a fight for a mate, had been defeated, coming out of the battle with a broken wing. But he was still faithful to the goose of his choice; and followed around after the happy pair with his wing trailing in the dust All the sym pathy in my fathers heart went out to this unfortunate gander and, dis mounting from his horse, he petted it., took it under his arm and brought it with him to his office, In the front yard of the home place. The gander seemed to accept father at once in place of his lost mate and quaclSed contentedly all the way home.
 That gander stuck by the old man closer than a brother. The way he got familiar on short acquaintance was q wonder and before a week had passed his chief desire seemed to be to separ- ate my father from his family, for he would try to fight the children off from the office, and even had the audacity to tackle my mother when she wept to pay a visit to the office. The old man smiled when any one mentioned lttiL Sduu6I JtdlOucy dllI sSttlU a week or two that gay old bird would be talking like a human. He would then call the gander's name Tip and the gander would set up a terrible quacking and come straight to fa- ther.
 Tip proved himself an apt scholar, and although the old man was great talker, inside of a month that gander could give him cards and spades in a game of talk. The old man didn't say anything about it, but when he was talking with a friend and Tip would chime in, I could see him give the gan der wistful glance, sort of an appeal to him to let some one else talk a little bit.
 Tt was then about the time of the breaking out of the civil war, and all was excitement in our neighborhood. Men would stop and talk to each other as they passed in road, and the old man had any number of prominent men come to him to talk over the events erowding upon them. One night there was quite number of them gathered in the little office, to',',e earnestly, when Tip solemnly strolled in and took up his position by fathers chair. The old man paid no attention to the bird, but listened attentively to what was being said. Directly I saw him rise in his chair, his face aglow with excite