The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1901-07-24


chickens who lived in large farm
yard with a great many other chick
ems Just like themselves. Their
mother, as every good mother hen
should do, taught them well how to
hunt for tiny worms and insects, to
eat, by kicking up the gravel and
knocking aside little heaps of dust
with their bills. But the time they
| liked best of all was when the farmer
brought out an old milk pan full of
moist cornmeal. and then they tum-
bled over one another like little fat
puffballs. always managing to fall into
| the pan in their excitement, and stay
| ing there till it was wholly empty.
One day in the early summer, when
the long, sunny afternoons began to
grow uncomfortably hot, Dolly came
to spend the summer at the farm.
| Now, Dolly wanted to have a chicken
which was all her own, and picking
out the downiest yellow one she
bought IL for five cents and kept 1t
apart from the rest. Whenever 1t
uttered its peep. peep" she felt sure
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That seemed very kind treatment,
surely, but when at the close of the
second day she found the poor little
thing lying stiff and cold, and another
and yet another whom she tried to
adept came to the same sad ending,
she decided that farmers did know
more than little girls, after all, and
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always eating. Dolly had hardly made
up her mind TO this when she discov-
cred Damon and Phythias. Damon
and Pythias We're always together;
indeed, they seemed to be such good
friends that the farmers city cousin
had given them their queer nafnes in
honor of two famous friends who lived
long ago and were very fond of each
other. When Dolly first saw the two
all the other chickens were standing
about thinking of their nights rest
and feeling as sleepy as could be, but
Damon and Phythias had jumped up
saucily on their mothers back and
were carefully balancing themselves
there. They were a pretty pair, for
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creamy white. Dolly pulled out her
small purse at once and paid for them
on the spot. From that time on q
new life began for Damon and
Pythias.
On rainy days they were taken in
doors, where they delighted to patter
around, and when Damon discovered
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up as he did the sand, and looked al
it with an astonished air because the
kicks from his tiny flying claws, oI
the taps from his bill, failed to root
out food. Soon they both began tC
recognize their names, and would hur
ry to their mistress when she called
When Dolly went on short walks
around the farm it came to be under
stood that the two chickens would
follow her about, and they became sc
affectionate that they could not beal
to have her out of their sight. When
she shook her forefinger at them and
said: NO, you can't co." they seemed
to understand her words, and gave
dismal peeps" that heightened into
loud squawks il they we're left alone
Friendly as they had always beer
they grew jealous after a time, ant
would stand with the tips of theii
bills together, absolutely rigid for hal
a minute, glaring fiercely at eacf
other. The quarrels never lasted long
for soon a buzzing fly would pass
overhead, which one chicken was sure
to hop into the air and catch, while
the other would coolly walk away
This seems to be the chicken fashion
of ending quarrels.
As the days went by Damon ant
Pythias grew too plump for the box
of cotton wool in which they slept
and a large cage, with a perch In II
for each, was prepared for them
Regularly at 6 o'clock the chickens
walked into the house and went tt
roost, each on his own perch.
When the summer was over and
Dolly returned to her city home she
carried her strange pets with her II
their cosey cage. and they soon be
came used to their new life.--Nev
New York Tribune.