The advance. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1899-19??, 1900-09-22


ily into the roam.
IL hate to injure an ANIMAL" thought
Abby. now cool enough to plan as well
as act, "bat it's her or me, sure" With
the thought. she seized the big dippei
from the yater-pail. filled 1t with boil
ing wates from the wash-boiler on
the stove, anG fang the contents fur
in the threatening face.
With below Of rage and pain the
COW retreated, but not far. Maddened
ana vindictive, she charged wildly
upph anything that attracted her at
tesition, and 1t happened that her at
taption was attracted by the squeai
III inmates OF the pig-pen. There
wa great crashing and splinterine
Of yards as she promptly demolished
thd enl The liberated pigs fed witt
| frightened squeals in the direction OF
ting melon-patch, where they speedily
foAnd solace in destroying the crop.
TEE pain caused by the hot water
douche rendered the already danger
Gus and ill-tempered animal crazy.
Having RACED the plg-pen. she turned
her attention to a wagon load Of hay
that stood in the yard. To scatter
the hay and finally 0verturn the wag'
on Sitself was the work of but few
moments: TO annhilate the wagon
tt,ak time, but the white COW of the
\ Triangle Bar had not acquired her
reputation i'll vain. Again and again
did she charge on the wagon-wheels
getting her long horns entangled in
the spokes, only to become the more
| engaged thereby. until to Mr. Fenton
rioing in unexpectedly at the open
gate. she looked veritable demon of
destruction. ''Hey, you" he shouted,
angrlIy.
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 shotgun swung at his
saddJe-bow. Because of report that
had drifted down to the settlement,
the gun was loaded with huckshot,
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 bloodsh0t
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 Won, pa!' she said.
I've been feeling kind of scared for
Tyou folks" the ranchman returned,
but there wasn't any danger for me,
SO long as / had the gun. Children
Agone to SCHOOL,?
\ "Yes; and-pa. I want you to ride
lround and tell the school directors that
sthat land they wanted to put the
fschoolhouse on rs ready for 'ensnowsp
Mr.. Fenton looked from his daughE
ter TO the dead COW and back again
hdi ~ SOOu luSds ut odhus hSdii-
ily. III ride right round and tell em."
He swung himself into the saddle.
"Do you reckon they'll he hard or
you for killing the cow?" Abby asked.
laying a OBTAINING hand on hfs arm.
NO, they can't be; she was known
TO be q 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 land:'
Abby turned away her face. "I've
been real ugly and selfish about it,
she said, brokenIy. 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 to the district, count of my
being so ugly"
".tll 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 takei
coldr' thought the unsuspicious Abby
with anxiety, as she turned back into
the house TO tell her mother what She
had done.-Youth's Companion.