The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1899-01-09

| On this morning of December the
snow lies one foot deep on the ground,
and the air is burdened with the falling
| fakes; work out of doors is q thing not
to be thought of; and so I will write of
! the pretty little visitor which has come
to give us vision Of grace and beauty
all unknown to the dwellers within city
walls.
A year ago last spring a tiny doe
fawn Of the mule deer type was caught
in the mountains and given to young
girl living some three miles from our
home.
With a band of red flannel around its
neck, and with small tea bell sus-
pended therefrom, the little creature
roams at will, wild and untethered save
by her love for the society of those who
have learned to love and pet her upon
every occasion and which brings her,
at long intervals, to our door.
Yesterday morning as stepped to the
door the tinke of bell came to ny
oers and looking out toward the barn,
among the staring and astonished cows,
saw Kate Atkinsons deer.
What a beautiful creature she had
grown to be. Fat, plump and sound;
in the very perfection of her lovely blue
coat and with her slender legs colored
the exact shade of buff to harmonic
perfec tly--the traditional buff and
blue" Of the revo utionary fathers-she
tripped along down to the gate, the
very embodiment of graceful move
ment.
or course we all went out to meet her.
and after each one had fondled and
petted her, and explained to her, as did
Artemus Ward to his sweetheart that
wa thought very muchly of her, she
sprang up on the roof Of the outdoor
cellar back Of the cabin, and from there
stepped up on the roof of the kitchen,
along the whole length of which she
meandered to the front. where she
posed at length: the lovely little mon
arch Of all she surveyed.
One of the boys then slipped up be-
hind her and gave her a sudden scare,
when she jumped from the roof, alight
ing in the snow seven or eight feet be-
low, and trottng off out Of danger,
waited until the coast was again clear,
when she repeated the whole interest
ing performance, minus the final leap
for life
All this was very interesting to be
sure; yet. when the tinkling of that
wretched bell sounded at intervals all
through the following night, and the
patter of tiny hoofs, promenading the
kitchen roof, beat tattoo which de-
fed all the seductions Of Morpheus, it
grew monotonous.
A halt was called promptly in the
morning.
Positive orders issued from the ma
ternal head of the household that all
pettlng of the little creature must stop
worthwith, What would Kate say,
should she hear of it?" But the grace
full little embodin ent Of beauty, how
could she be resisted? All hands pro-
ceeded to disobey orders with the ut
most promptitude.
The boys indeed went to the mischiev-
Gus length of tying a big paper to her
little black-tufted tail; and all joined
in their hearty laugh to see her bound
ing off through the snow, glancng
backward occasionally at the strange
flag Of truce so unwillingly borne; yet
she again proceeded to act like the YER
liable little Christian she almost seemed
to be, loving her enemies, nd walking
slowly back to be again petted and
loved-as dear old Uncle Remus re-
marks: what US gwine to do?" Be !
Indifferent to all her little nrettiness? /
Nay, verify! and we take her in our !
arms again.
Not bit of use in trying to drive her |
away; she eludes the whole pursuing /
family with the grace Of swallow In I
It's flight; enjoying romp hugely. and
over the fences with an ease
that betokens wreck to the cabbage .
plants of coming summer, and the
ruin of our tempers.
She is camped right down In the snow
In front of the house, forgiving every
body, loving everybody, and keeping
everybody awake to the extent of her
linking, sharp-hoofed ability-Forest
and Stream. 4