Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1898-02-03

word; but he had one fault, and that
was jumping the paddock fence into
Mr.. DORIS cow-yard.
Mr.. Dorr said he frightened his ia
vorite cow, chased his chickens and
played all sorts of pranks.
Berties father said that if Mr.. Dorr
would put up another rail Jet could
not get into the yard, but Mr.. Dorr
maintained that Jet should be hobbled
or fastened.
Sometimes BERTHE did fasten Jet, but
the pony objected. He seemed to think
that he was turned into the paddock
for exercise, and would often contrive
to free himself.
One day, after Jet had jumped the
fence and BERTHE was leading him out
of the yard, Mr.. Dorr said:
"Now, young sir, let this be the last
time. I'll turn that animal out into
the road if l find him trespassing
again."
For several days BERTHE watched Jet
closely, but one morning he was late
for school and forgot his pony COM
pletely. When he returned home Jet
was neither in the stable nor the pad
dock
BERTHE looked through the fence into
the cow-yard and called "Jet! Jet"
A boy put his head out of the shed and
said:
That pony Of yours was turned out
of this yard about ten this morning.
l saw him go toward the railroad"
"Then perhaps he has been run
over" said BERTHE, and the tears came
into his eyes at the thought.
"a horse don't let himself get run
over" answered the boy; cts cows
that do that"
BERTHE saw that Mr.. DORIS handsome
Attorney stood close by the open gate,
rubbing his collar against the bars.
"Your gate is open," he said, as he
turned away.
II know" answered the boy, care
lessly, and went on pitching the hay
into the loft
BERTHE walked along the road, look
ing up and down, feeling very hope
less and helpless. He had been talked
to so much about not allowing Jet to
jump the fence into Mr. DORIS yard,
that now he did not like to ask any one
to help him find him.
There were so many lanes and turn
ings, and so many patches of wood
land that BERTHE scarcely knew where
to look first. He went on whistling
and calling "Jet! Jet!' at every few
steps, but no Jet answered. 1t was
tiresome work, and, besides, the after
noon was so short. Already the sun
was going down behind the tall trees.
BERTHE had often been warned not to
cross the railroad track, and he seldom
went near it; but now, when he had
tried every other place he could think
Of, he ran over an open field, on the
other side of which lay the track.
The banks were very high on each
side, but he thought he saw something
moving slowly along under an archway
not far off, so he called:
jet! Jet!"
He was answered by long MOO
moo''
That's cow" thought BERTHE, land
it sounds like Mr.. DORIS Attorney"
He bent down and looked closer. The
COW raised her head, and he saw the
blue collar around her great neck.
"She will be sure to be run down
by an engine" thought BERTHE. 81 will
go as fast as can to the crossing and
tell the flagman." So off he went as
swiftly as his feet could carry him,
quite forgetting little Jet, for the time,
in his anxiety to save the poor cow.
He was tired and out of breath when
he reached the flagman and told him
of the animals danger.
"I'll have her off in few moments, %
said the man, there's place close to
the archway that she can be made to
climb. You go back along the bank
and I will run down the track
When BERTHE reached the archway
again the flagman had sent Mr.. DORIS
Attorney up the bank. BERTHE thanked
him, and, breaking long switch from
bush, began driving her toward her
home. Then once more he thought of
Jet and wondered where he could be.
He was almost in sight of Mr.. DORIS
Sdlc w IC1 oOllC O1c CdMS I'D
behind him. 1t was Mr.. Dorr himself.
Where did you find her?" he asked.
81 and my boy have been hunting for
| her this half hour"
''She was walking up the railway
track" said BERTHE, "under the arch
way and l ran and told the nagman.
| He drove her off for me-
"You are a good boy. Now, l SUD-
| pose you would like to know where
that pony of yours is?' said Mr..
Dorr.
Il am afraid I shall never see him
again." said BERTHE, sadly. II have
looked everywhere"
GO right along and look into his
stable now said Mr.. Dorr, laughing,
II took care of the pony
BERTHE rushed through his garden
| and threw open the stable door: there
was just light enough left in the skv
to show him Jets bright eyes staring
at him. as the pony lifted his head
from the big measure of oats that he
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