The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1905-02-07

IT, III y H. tlitlt. Httu Autlt LIN
Iy Gl rod, in ruminatlng way,
n we had 4 hen that haiched
lO only one chicken pheeny
Isn llgI took the little fcller into the
house and made him cuddle
behind the kitchen stove. spose the
thunder must have Jared the rest OF
the eggs, SOS they would not hatch.
rTennyrate. the old her continued
setting and doing nothing. till She
finally decided she was through. she
wouldn't own the little chicken az all;
but he didn't seem to mind it. for
Pheeny fixed him up pretty eomforta-
BILE. He grew portly with good living.
His eyes were as bright as beads, his
spindly legs twinkled as he skyted
here and there. and his CHEEKY little
peep was as contented as II he thought
our kitchen was a mighty good old
world to live in.
He was the greatest little tlke 10 be
always under foot, Any time you took
a step he'd run right along with your
shoe. as il he expected 1t to stop and
scratch up something FOR him; and
you had to look ont where you stepped
-lf you didn't you'd hear from Pheeny
He wasn't bigger than minute, but he
speedily took the whole place. He was
lonesome II there wasn't somebody
around an the time, and when his
little pipe would be so sorrowful that
doing and 20 and mother him; and
then you'd hear him whispering a little
song 90 himself and directly the little
feller's head would wiggie out between
your fingers and he'd be all ready to 20
60 eating again. 1t was time then Tor
you to set him down ON the floor and
sprinkle some specks Of dough Oh the
oilcloth, and help him along by scratch
ing and picking with the end Of your
finger.
HE was nervy little scoggin, TOO.
When you dragged A piece Of
string along the floor, he'd holler
'Pr-r-r-r-e-e-e-etr which meant Snake.
Snakes But he'd grab the end, and
lie back and flap his tiny wings and try
to pull the old gnake in two. He bossed
old Ponto. the dog. scandalous, though
Pont. was as grabbed as an Oldest in
habitant, and considered that he owned
the place himself. But the little feler
would 20 peeplng and puttering around
his head while he was trying 10 doze
and peck at his nose and hop up for
his eyelids, till the old curmudgeon
would rise in wrath. and mosey OF
swearing tnat a tired dog got no con-
sideration anywhere.
"One day, though. after Pheeny had
put the little feller in a pen Id made
for him out on the back porch, and old
Pont was asleep under the bench on
which Pheeny had her potted ger
aniums and such-like, a gray old viii
lain OF a rat came shopping around.
He was just sliding over the edge Of
the pen when the little feiler hollered
'Snaker which was the only bad word
he knew. and the next second old l'ont
had unlimbered and made a leap that
knocked the little pen gally-winding
and the back-kick Of it overset the
bench and pretty near broke pheeny
up in the geranium business. But.
bless youl the little feller was safe,
and old Pont tore up the rat Pheeny
smothered the frightened little feler
and wanted me to whip the dog.
We'll always when night came we'd
put the little teller to bed in box with
a piece oi nedquilt under him, and old
Cap'n Emory Tush on top. Capn EN-
ory had no seEse, anyhow, and that's
all he was gooG for never thought
much of Capn Emory, even if Pheeny
did He was another Of her feaihered
stepsons. One day, while he was a
moderately small chicken, he took
refuge from a slanting shower on the
lee side Of the cellar door that some
body had left carelessly propped up
straight, and gust Of wind Tapped it
over and slapped him fiat and broke
his leg. He was never exactly right
afterwards; but continued to be kind