The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1899-09-26
The Eorpct
Of the Sea.
BY HARRY E. ANDREWS.
A Thief Was Stopped In the Nick
of Time by q Stingaree.
BY HARRY E. ANDREWS.

ITS coyote"
mo coyote made that mark-it's q
greaserY' And. lowering his lantern,
Fritz KrantZ pointed to the broad
print made by bare foot in the sand.
81 guess you're right" said VIII, the
younger brother, while MILDLY, the set
ter, who had been barking furiously,
added, "Pm sure of it," with a sniff
and a wag and an eye flash.
The boys had been called out of bed
by Middy's noisy alarm and the loud
commotion among the fowls in the cor
| raj. They owned a chicken ranch in
southern California, near the bay of
| San Diego.
Their invalid father had come with
| his family from the eastern states a
| few years before and started this little
| industry. He did not live to see it pay
dividends. but he told his boys that If
| they would 'stay with it, it would
support them and their mother, and
always remember" said he. that the
Lord helps those who help them
| selves"
| The young fellows mastered the hen
| problem. They bred those famous
mortgage lifters," white leghorns.
| The boys broilers were the first in the
market. their layers had scientific care
and did business when others didn't,
and their income from their enterprise
| was growing every year.
Hes got nothing" said Will at last,
with an expression of relief.
"Good dog. MILDLY! Good felloww ex-
claimed Fritz fondly, patting the set
ter. I'VE can go to bed all right with
you on guard"
But before going in, they could not
help giving another look at the roost
where perched drowsily their pair of
pet cockerels. the pride of the coops
and the hope of the young ranchers.
DO you think they are winners,
WHIP" asked Fritz. as he cast a lam
tern glow over the plump. contented
birds.
I'm sure of it." said VIII. "There
isn't pair in the country that can be-
gin with them. Everybody says So"
The county fair was near at hand,
and these young roosters were candi-
dates for the special prize Of $50 Of
fered by an enthusiastic fancier for the
best pair of white leghorn cockerels.
"Mucho bee -utifulp' cried old Este
ban. the Mexican egg buyer, when he
came around a few weeks later. ''They
win sure. Ay. Ia blancura! Only one
pair come near them. They ManuePs,
cross the bay, but not so white, nov'
They were beauties. every one could
see that Yes. they were rare and al
most perfect specimens of their strain
and fully deserved old Esteban's eu-
logy.
One afternoon the boys had gone
back on the desert to hunt cottontail
rabbits, which their mother knew how
to fry so temptingly. and they were re-
turning with full bags, MILDLY trotting
along a few rods in advance.
AS they neared their home in the lit.
tie settlement by the sea. where only q
few cottages stood, and those far
apart, MILDLY came rushing back as
fast as he could gallop, barking like
mad and beside himself with excite.
ment.
They soon ascertained what had ex.
cited the dog. There was a great hue
and cry in the poultry yards, and one
of the pens had been broken.
'"rhat thieving greaser again. and in
broad daylight this timer
They hurriedly took a census Of theil
stock.
"None missing here" said Fritz.
''No, they count up all right" replied
viii. 'and there are both the prize
cockerels over yonder."
Fritz paused a moment and turned
pale.
. But what's the matter with them ?
u he exclaimed, and both boys anxiousiy
l rushed to the birds
They're not our cockerels," criet
Will "See those yellow feathers!'
"And the white in their faces" sai(
) Fritz. Il see through the trick. Tha
e greaser has swapped with us!'
u Hes taken to the beach. See Mid
Ii dy! He knows. You go down by th
old road and I'll take the steps. Wei
y catch him yet"'
5 The little colony sat on bluff risini
almost perpendicularly from the beach
There were two paths to the sea, on
Il by an easily inclined road whicl
o wound around the cliffs, and the othe
{ by long. steep fight Of steps tina
e scaled the face of the bluff.
IL Frit? and MILDLY anxiously scanne'
the hel.u,s and beat about the littl