Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-08-27

|, to slide along and slip us something eth
er. But We were under cover for the min
ute. and the Covington rooms weren't far
away, and we each had the charts all
saved up and pasted for two years back.
'On the next morning. after a nights
sleep that made me think of the old white
washed room with the slanting roof and the
pigeons a-cooing out in the cotes that I'd
known good many years before I'd ever
heard of race track, i dug out OF the
bunk. dressed while my pal was still
asleep, and struck out through the tall
grass for walk in the air Of the fall morn
ing. taking the setter pup that was part
of the plant, along with me-
X X
1.-THE mutt and I hadn't got a hundred
yards from the shack before the dog round
ed something up in the tall grass and began
to bark his head off.
II walked over to where the setter pup
was being so busy. and there was a young
white owl sitting in a little furrow In the
grass. blinking solemnly at the dog. The
dog kept up hot barking, but he didn't
nudge any closer than yard to the OWL
doped it out that II the dog wasn't TAX
ing chances on grabbing young white owl
he knew what he was doing, and that 1t
consequently wasn't any butt-in Of mine.
$50 left the dog barking at the owl. that
looked to be sort Of helpless and dopey
in the strong sunlight, and scrambled back
to the shack where found my pal up and
hustling the breakfast grub.
Il told him that the dog had corraled
some kind Of bird and the business light
got into his eyes right away.
is the bird a looker?' he asked me.
well he's white, II that's good enough
and he's there with a pair Of topaz orbs the
size of moss-agates.' told him.
"'Well, we'll ride hard on that bird and
gather him in,' said my pal.s I've heard OF
boiled owl. but that was in connection with
ducks that had their souses with 'em. and
don't believe that owl meat goes for any
L f,,6 Of frin pr,f yo'n II TIM
way, on the chance that he'll fetch some
thing
HE grabbed sheet of one of the hunks
and picked up soap box out Of a corner
of the kitchen, and we started after the
owl The dog still had the bird hedged up
in the tall grass.
, my pal threw the sheet over the owl and
picked him up in 1t and tossed him into the
soap box I was carrying. Then we skid
doed for the shack. and 1 pulled the owl
out of the sheet and nailed him up in the
box, leaving couple Of narrow boards on
the sides so that the too-hoo could have
air.
II think 1 see something said my pal
when we got down to breakfast. Well
just yank that bird over the bridge right
after breakfast and send him along for
what he'll bring
AN hour later we were in Cincinnati
taking turns in carrying the box with the
owl in it. My pal led the way to a rail-
road hotel and gin mill across the way from
Cincinnati railroad station. The hotel
was called the Owl House. We went into
the cafe of the hotel and made the spiel to
the proprietor. I knocked the lid off the
box and showed him the handsome young
white owl, while my pal tried to get by
with the yarn that the owl had escaped
from a circus that had showed in Cincin-
natl while before, and belonged to a spe
cies rare that fourteen human lives had
now had with US.