The Afro-American advance., 1900-11-17
an upward Iurell. as il to plunge bod

an upward luFell as IL to plunge bod
ily into the room.
Il hate to injure an ANIMAL" thought
Abby. now cool enough to plan as wei
as act. '.bat it's her or me, sureT Will
the thought. she seized the big dippel
from the Tater-pail. filed 1t with boil
Ing water from the wash-boiler OF
the stove. and fang the contents full
in the threatening face.
With below Of rage and pain thu
COW retreated. but not far. Maddenef
arlA yindictive, she charged wildly
upbll anything that attracted her at
teAtion. and 1t happened that her at
talltion was attracted by the squeal
| III inmates Of the pig-pcn. There
w} great crashing and splinterine
OF Yards as she promptly demolished
thd En-. The liberated pigs fled with
| frightened squeals in the direction OF
the melon-pateh. where they speedily
fohnd solace in destroying the crop.
TE pain caused by the hot water
douche rendered the already danger.
Gus and ill-tempered animal crazy,
Having razed the plg-pen. she turned
her attention to Il wagon load of hay
that stood in the yard. To scatter
thh hay and finally overturn the wag.
on sitself was the work of but a few
moments: to annihilate the wagon
took time, but the white COW of the
Triangle Bar had not acquired her
reputation in vain. Again and again
did she charge on the wagon wheels,
getting her long horns entangled in
the spokes, only to become the more
enYaged thereby. until to Mr.. Fenton.
tEuing in unexpectedly at the open
gate. she looked a veritable demon of
destruction. Hey YOU" he shouted,
angrily.
The COW. desisting from her strug.
giles with the wagon, whirled around
and instantly charged the ranchman,
thereby sealing her own doom. Mr..
Fenton had ridden out in search OF
some stray cattle of his own that
morning. and a shotgun swung at his
saddIe-bow. Because of report that
had drifted down to the settlement,
the gun was loaded with buckshot,
for antelopes, instead of the lighter
shot that the farmer usually carried
for the killing of ducks, rabbits and
such small game
"Hey, you brute" cried the farmer
as the white invader came at him
with lowered horns and bloodshot
eyes. You've lived long enough, YOU
have" The gun spoke once, twice.
and Mr.. Fenton's assertion as to the
cows length of life was verified.
A moment after, as he stood on the
ground beside his horse. surveying
the dead animal, Abby came to his
side; she was trembling. Il was scared
for you, par she said.
1--WE been feeling kind Of scared for
! you folks" the ranchman returned,
"but there wasn't any danger for me,
so long as / had the gun. Children
gone to school?"
lf ''Yes: and--pa, / want you to ride
lround and tell the school directors that
@that land they wanted to put the
'schooIhouse on is ready for 'enaaoWSss''
Mr.. Fenton looked from his daughr
ter TO the dead COW and back again,
"That's good idear' he said, heart
fly. III ride right round and tell 'em. -
He swung himself into the saddle.
"Do you reckon they'll be hard %.
you for killing the cow?" Abby asked.
laying OBTAINING hand on hfs arm.
mo, they can't be: she was known
to he dangerous critter. It was the
Triangle Bar that was to blame for
letting her run at large. How much
do you think you ought to be asking
for the landY'
Abby turned away her face. 1--we
been real ugly and selfish about it, -
she said, brokenly. Maybe I was
getting TO think TO much of making
money--and If the children had met
the COW, she'd have killed 'em. And
it would have been all my fault. If
YOU don't mind, pa. I'D like TO give
the land 10 the district, count Of my
being so ugly"
".ill right. daughter" Mr.. Fenton
responded: but his voice was husky.
and as he rode away he pulled his
hat down over his eyes.
II do hope pa hasn't been and taken
cold"' thought the unsuspicious Abby,
with anxiety, as she turned back into
the house to tell her mother what she
had done.-YOuth's Companion.