Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1898-11-19

spread herseii Us
aid this one, but IL was Of no use; she
wasn't equal to II.
'Melvira," remarked Mr.. Dassy to
his wife, as he looked into the coop,
"Melvira, if ! didn't know different, i
rhould say you was q naturai-oorn
fool"
"William Henry" snapped Mrs.
Dassy, ~ am q natural-born fool, or
Id never married YOU"
"Mebby you're right, Melvira." he
said, uneasily. "But wish you'd ex-
plain why you didn't pick cut bigger
hen"
"That hen was the biggest one on
the place that wanted TO set, returned
Mrs. Daisy. ~ suppose you'd have set
those eggs under hen that didn't
want to set, wouldn't you"
"Well, not exactly that, Melvira. A
hen that hasn't fully and thoroughly
made up her mind to set isn't a very
stationary crltter. But why didn't
you keep the eggs till m>re sizable
ken got the setting notion iSto her
head?"
"Would you have kept those eggs on
Ice, or would you have boiled them.
william Henry?" inquired Mrs. Dassy,
with vigor.
swell, / dunno what I'd have done"
sighed Mr.. Dassy, "but I'd have done
something fore Id set nine turkey
eggs under little speckled hen like
that. You'd better sew fringe on that
hen SO she can cover the outside eggs.
Though what do we want a lot Of tur-
keys gawking round for anyhow"
well, you'll see what we want Of
them about next Thanksgiving. VIII
litm Henry, II you don't eat your share
of those turkeys, then lose my guess"
'All right, Melvira, all right" as
scented Mr.. Daisy, cheerfully, as he
went back to the pump. "onE l
don't like the gobble of the pesky
things. Makes me want to choke
them"
The Dassys lived on the northern
edge Of Nebraska. Their farm lay on
the open prairie, but right al the head
Of Lone Tree canyon, an abrupt crack
on the ground which run down to the
Niobrara river. The lone tree which
gave the name to the canyon was a
high and spectral pine standing a
dozen yards from their barn.
Never was tree SO deserted l.y It's
kind before. There was not another
In sight anywhere, although there
were others down the canyon and
along the river; but rs you stood or
the prairie you looked over them, anG
over the river and canyon as well, SO
that In whatever way you turned your
eyes from the Dassy ranch you saw
nothing but treeless prairie; though
OF an evening the wind sighed through
the top of the lone tree quite industri-
ously, and did what II could to suggest
0 forest. The Dnssy boys. Thomas
Jefferson, Andrew Jackson and George
Washington, often talked about
climbing the lone tree, but they never
did so.
One day a month later Mrs. Daisy
came out Of the coop and said: swell,
she didn't do so bad. think"
'How mauy?" inquired Mr.. Daisy.
"Seven."
''No, that isn't bad, considering. Are
they likely-looking critters?'
swell. they don't handsome much
now, of course. Young turkeys never
do. But I'm reckoning that mex,
Thanksgiving the biggest one Of 'em,
baked 10 turn. on the blue platter,
with bis legs sticking up In the air,
will be juss about rs pretty q sight
rs you'll zee. William Henryi"
Her husband smiled and rubbed his
hands. "0h. I'm not saying n word
against juicy young turkeys on plat
tiers bout Thanksgiving time. What
object TO Is their gobbling and strut
ting around and feeling 30 big"
sDon't say anything. William
Henry" replied his wife; "I:ve known
you 10 gcbble and strut around and
feel big
u was SIN early In the spring. and
the weather WIS cold. Perhaps Il was
from this rause that the next day one
az ne young turkeys died. Hat the
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