News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1905-10-04

line as he turned the well stripped
cows into the lower pasture and pass
ed through the gap into the barn
yard where Old Red waited peacefully
70 be eased of her burden of milk.
"Don' know why | let tibet gal O mine
keep sech a lot O cats, nohow-its Il
turr'ble eXpense-thet clabber she
feeds 'em nd fatten good hog! I'll
tell Napb he's got ter drown two on
'em mex Sunday"
The doomed but unconscious felines
followed at a meek and respectful dis
lance, while Zeb, after depositing one
trimming pail in the shadow of a will
low, boldly planted his stool alongside
Old Red, who was placidly chewing
her cud, apparently lost in pleasant
memories. Zeb sat down stif1y and
reached for the base of dairy supplies.
Guess I'll git jes' leetle bit even
with OF Benny
Bang! went cloven hoof into an
eight cent pail, upsetting it and Incl
dentally old Zeb-as well as his tenn
per, splashing a creamy but not cool
ing deluge over his PROSTATE form.
Old Red advanced one step, serenely
chewing her cud the while.
Zeb gathered himself and his hat up
from the wreck, brushed the milk and
dirt from his coat and wrathfully sur
veyed the ruined pail and the split
fluid slowly soaking into the loamy
soil.
Gosh jam itv he snorted. Mos.
two gallons O. fresh milk-it's ruina-
tionous. An thet pail wuz jes' bran
new only las fall! Now I'll hey ter 60
ter tn house an git the wooden water
bucket ter
He carried the remaining milk to the
cyclone cave back of the farmhouse,
whose cement walls sheltered the
dairy products at all times and the en-
tire family at intermittent periods
when the storm fear of the prairie
regions fell upon them.
He muttered vengeance as he strobe,
his stiff blue jeans overalls and cow
hide boots rubbing out whispery,
sQueaky accompaniment, "Whish-eek.
Whish- eek'
"Philury!' he called loudly, deposit
ing his burden on the cave steps and
slamming the trapdoor down upon it.
"Ain't breakfas' ready yit?'
Yes, pa, it's mos ready now," came
the answer in a clear, girlish voice
from behind the newspaper shade of
%
ready long ago, only 1 had to tend to
Naph," apologetically.
She hurried to and fro laying the
table, her sweet face showing that she
was worn from a night of watching
beside the sick boy, and her crusty
father stormed up and down the porch.
well, hurry up an git it, quick" he
ordered roughly, casting apprehensive
glances down the country road. Then
thrashers II be hyur by sunup-less'n
hafanar FUN now-an f they ketch US
eatin, We'll hev ter give 'em Their
breakfas' likes not. An I've got ter
finish tn chores an tn milkin' yit"
"Why, pa, didn't We get tn milkin'
doneW She paused a moment and
glanced out through the screen door at
him.
NO." he replied, his wrath blazing
anew. Zone O them blamed cows
kicked tn bucket i an OF Benny
Wray's red COW wuz in tn cabbidge
patch, an 1 he'd ter git 'er out-shes
mos ruined tn hull patch. An, see
hyur, young woman, l don't wanter
see We maxim sleeps eyes at young
Ben f he comes with tn thrashers. l
won't hev no gal O mine hevin' any
thing ter do with sech trash as them
Wrays. Un'erstan'?'
She nodded, but only said Break
fas is ready now, pa" thinking to her
ashamed but futtering little heart,
Daddy II not be so cross after he's
had his cohee-an' maybe Ben don't
care fer me anyhow"
The meal safely over without inter-
ruption, he took the heavy water buck
ct from its oilcloth covered shelf in the
corner of the kitchen and went down
to the barn, while Philury took up the
hSdNS DuluCll WHICH, was udlly ldlu Oh
her slight young shoulders.
She donned a huge Bingham apron
over her blue print house dress, rolled
up her sleeves above her dimpled ell
bows and began to knead out the bread
dough which was all puffed up with
waiting on the pantry table.
"Mornin', Philury," said a voice at
the pantry window, a voice that swept
over her heart like a tender hand
across a harp, Setting it all a-quiver
with sweet music. A tanned manly
face looked in at her from beneath a
wide brimmed straw hat.
"Mornin', Ben" she responded, try
ing to make the tone sound matter of
fact and hiding the tremble of her fin
gers in the soft white mass she was
Beautiful mornin', amt it," she re
marked, looking out beyond him to,
ward the rosy east up which the sun
was lazily blinking as though reused
too soon from sleep.
ut sure is a beauty" he answered,
gazing back into the rosy face before
him. ut orter be spring stead O. har-
vest time-it's so kind O. blossomy an
sweetNnn' posylike."