Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1899-10-02

mo coyote made that mark-it's q
greaser" And, lowering his lantern
! Fritz krantz pointed to the broad
print made by bare foot in the sand.
81 guess you're right" said Will, the
younger brother, while MILDLY. the set.
ter, who had been barking furiously,
added, I'm 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
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 1t" it would
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 fellow! ex-
claimed Fritz fondly, patting the set
ter 1--WE 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.
Will?' asked Fritz. as he cast a Ian
tern glow over the plump, contented
birds.
I'm sure Of it." said Will. "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 fancer for the
best pair of white leghorn cockerels.
"Mucho beautiful" cried old Este
ban, the Mexican egg buyer, when he
came around a few weeks later "They
win sure. Ay, la blancura Only one
pair come near them. They Manuels,
cross the bay but not so white, no.
They were beauties, every one could
see that. Yes, they We're 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 temptngly, 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 a
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.
cited the dog. There was great hue
and cry in the poultry yards. and one
of the pens had been broken.
"That theving greaser again. and in
broad daylight this timer
They hurriedly took a census Of their
stock.
"None missing here" said Fritz.
oil rio
VIII, land there are both the prize
cockerels over yonder."
Fritz paused a moment and turned
pale.
But what's the matter with them?
he exclaimed. and both boys anxiously
rushed to the birds.
'"Theyre not our cockerels," cried
Will. "See those yellow feathers!'
"And the white in their faces" said
Fritz. 81 see through the trick. That
greaser has snapped with us!'
Hes taken to the beach. See Mid
DIV! He knows. You go down by the
| old road and I'll take the steps. Well
| catch him yeti"
The little colony sat on bluff rising
| almost DerDoIulculdllS llOll tLS pSuNh'
There were two paths to the sea, one
by an easily inclined road which
wound around the cliffs, and the other
by long, steep fight Of steps that
scaled the face Of the bluff
Fritz and MILDLY anXiously scanned
the heights and beat about the little
eucalyptus grove b'iote N'ramDllhS
down the steps, but discovered nothing
to encourage them. VIII. who had
made the long detour Of the winding
road, arrived at the foot Of the stairs
almost MS soon as they did, hot ana
brcathless, but with no trace OF the
fugitive to report.
81 wonder what that craft is about?'
asked Fritz, pointing to a fisherboat,
lying to, a short distance down the
| coast.
They hurried down the beach and at
the same time the little craft hoisted
a rag of sail and made toward them.
She was almost opposite when MILDLY,
| ,,,l,o bod hpan iIuning around like