The suburban citizen. (Washington, D.C.) 1891-1902, 1900-09-22

an upward lurch, as if to plunge bod
lily into the room.
IL hate to iniure an ANIMAL" thought
| Abby, now cool enough to plan as well
as act, but it's her or me- surer With
the thought she seized the big dippef
from the WATERFALL filed it with boil.
ing water from the wash-boiler on
the stove, anI fang the contents fur
in the threatening face.
With a below Of rage and pain the
cow retreated. but not far NIaddened
and yindictiye, she charged wildly
upon anything that attracted her at
tention, and it happened that her at
tention was attracted by the squeal
ing inmates Of the pig-pen There
was n great crashing and splinterinp
of boards as she promptly demolished
the pen. The liberated pigs fled with
frightened squeals in the direction OF
the melon-patch, where they speedily
found solace in destroying the crop.
The pain caused by the hot water
douche rendered the already danger.
GUS and ill-tempered animal crazy
Having RACED the pig-pen, she turned
her attention to wagon load of hay
that stood in the yard. To scatter
the hay and finally oyerturn the wag.
on itself was the work of but 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
enraged thereby, until to Mr.. FentOn,
riding in unexpectedly at the open
gate, she looked yeritable demon of
destruction. Hey you" he shouted,
angriy.
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 Il shotgun swung at his
saddle-bow Because Of a 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 bruter' cried the farmer
as the white invader came at him
with lowered horns and bloodshot
eyes. You've lived long enough, you
bovoW Tho ,,,n gnoIyo opco ftxvioot
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, pa" she said.
"Ive been feeling kind Of scared for
you folks" the ranchman returned
but there wasn't any danger for me,
so long as l had the gun. Children
gone to SCHOOL,"
Yes; and-pa, 1 want you to ride
round and tell the school directors that
that land they wanted to put the
schoolhouse on is ready for 'em now"
Mr.. Fenton looked from his daugh-
ter to the dead COW and back again.
That's a good idear' he said, heart
lily. "Tl ride right round and tell EN-"
He swung himself into the saddle.
do you reckon they'll be hard or
you for killing the cow?' Abby asked,
laying a OBTAINING hand on his arm.
mo, they can't be- she was known
to be a dangerous critter. 1t 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. "Ive
been real ugly and selfish about it,"
she said, brokenly. Maybe 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 to the district, count of my
being so ugly"
"All right, daughterw 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 unsuspiclous Abby,
with anxiety as she turned back into
the house to tell her mother what she
had done.-Youths Companion.