The St. Johns herald., 1901-04-06

a judge of good whisky he says, wouldn't make no job of ketchin' a few butterflies he says. Pass your friend another drink he says.
 'We had drink all around, and l asked the stranger if his offer of quarter -piece held good fer them big high-fyin' butterflies. He said it did, and described some other kinds he'd give the same price fer.
 "'It's go,' says 1. If you'll go out an ketch me a dozen butterflies of any kind I'll do the rest
 "rd got an idee into my head. So the
 feller ketched the butterflies an went
 away, promidn' to come back next week. Wal, I took them butterflies in-
 side tho house and took an painted the
 back of one of lem with whisky and
 sugar. Then I put BiZzer's nose into
 the mixture jest to let him know what 1t was. an turned the butterfly loose an
 up went Bizzcr afterit. Wal, l hollered
 it to split. It was funnier than the
 minstrels to see that fat bee a-chargin' an d2rtin' at the butterfly, an the butterfly not knowin what it all meant an scared most to death. Once Bizzer got good grip with his feet on to the butter9y'e back, they came down in heap together, fer Bizzer's weight was
 too much.
 with one butterfly after another kept trainin' Bizzer all that day an got
 him so when I'd say Nail 'em, Bizz, he'd
 jest soar up to the ceilin', size up the game an come swoOpin' down onto it Ike hawk onto chicken. Ofccurse, every time he got a butterfly he'd eas the whisky an sugar offen it's back. Next day I tried him with utierfy that wasn't painted. He took after it all right, but he looked s'priscd an dis appointed when he got it, an sort of scratched his ear with bis paw like he was sayin' to hisself: This kind of but terfy ain't got no honey. Guess again.
 "But I gave him some whisky as soon as he an the bug landed, an after Q little time learnt him that he was to ketch any bug sent him after an he'd git his drink. After that it was all easy goin'. All I'd have to do was to take him cut into the garden on a shiny day an hold him on my finger til I see butterfly wanted. ThenI'd poiat that one out an say: Nail him, Eizzer,' an in two minutes that bug would have a pin through him. never kncwed him to sting any bug he was after but once. ; That was a big rnothmilIer that hap pened to be out in the daytime in my garden, an when Bizzer tackled it it wes so strong thet Bizzer w2s gettin' few away with.
 "One little jab was all the moth want ed. He come down so hard it like 10 a stunned poor Bizzer. Wal, when the feller with the net come back the next week he an me had settlin' an he paid me over jest seven dollar an sev- enty-five cents. That's what you might call good business. Don't s'pose any of you fellers ever made aa much as that in week unless it's Hank. Bill Ever sole's dog was only wuth five dead an that's heap more'n he'd ever have brurg alive"
 Where is this alfred cmart beer" demanded Bill. "Why don't you fetch him aroun' so's we can see him. A stranger might think you was lyin'."
 Don't you fret, Bill Eversole," said Uncle Hi. You'll see Bizzer some day. I'm goin to set him gyardin' my mel on patch later in the year if he re- covers all right. Couple of days back sent him up after a yaner butterfly, an jest at that moment enc of these blunderin' focuses come boom!n' alosp an there was a turrible collision in midst air. Both of 'em come down to- gether floppin' an rollin' on the ground, an the big locus rattlin' like sawmill. Pretty quick Bizzer got in a couple of stabs an it was all over with the locus When I come to pick Bizzer up, though, he was all knocked He's to home now wi.h three legs in sling an his left wing in splints. It's time I was goin' back to look after him, an say, Hank. if you'll jest fill that bottle with a su- perior brand of whisky fit fer Q sick bee an put it down on my account at he same rate, I'll take it kindly. Ed Heated bees ain't like eddicated dogs. They're source, an as long as mine ives nothin's too good fer Him" "-N. |. Sun.