The Cairo bulletin., 1905-10-23

wrought In his cherished vegetable
garden by the predatory COW Of his De
Gxested neighbor, Uncle Benny" Wray.
.sence tibet calf o. her'n died q til
l~ennrs she's gotter be th' breecliiest
critter iii tn bull county. Blanc = sh'
aipt broke Isl top board oiin the
feaec iumpin' in, Hey, thar"
md he brandlshed the empty tif
milk pals he was carrying toward th'
Intruder. She calmly mtmched tht
he.tf out Of a succulcnt head Of cab
ia4a and switched her tail by way Of
rcnly to the irate salutation.
Hey. Outer thar Zeb advances
warily in her rear. Old Red had also
developed ''hooky' tendencies since hei
recent bereavement and must be mp
preached automatically. She wheeled
Suddenly and paved up a dusty chal
ileDga from the cabbage patch. The old
imam retreated precipitately to the safe
IL OF the adjoining cow yard.
'sTnar goes another headr' he sroan,
ed peering through the fence with
-ol-dia despair in his little bleared eyes
AN could sell ever Que D them cab
lliages fer Il cent apiece! Gosh jam tn
31esky critter..n His irascible temper
exploded fr1' his favordte expietiye,
which was as near to the ragged edge
or profanity as his stanch 'MethodyF
principles would allow. =.
In his vexation he changed The tin
palls together smartiy to frigttten the
frespasser, though he would have
ihlashed his boy Naphthali for such
wicked thoughtlessness. Changing them
insight make them leak, and milk pals
cost cents apiece. This action. even
more than tie half profane expfetire'
evidenced the depth Of old Zeb's men
Till perturbation. Few things III the
heavens above or the earth beneath
would have tempted him to lay sacri-
lceious hands on anything that cost
.I'l make oil Benny WraE par dear
FIR them cahbidges,r he growled IN
helpless rage. turning bis back on the
sicsening sight in the garden. "Wul,
hvur be a-wastin' time on thet ornery
Of cow, an them thrashers a-comin'
al suuup. An ME with all thet milk
in' ter do ylt, = wnlrs th' stable chores.
seems i ef ever thing happens ter put
me back eyer time them tlirashers
comes an me a-payin' 'em by the day.
Nv all times fer thet good fur nothin
xiii o. mine ter go an stuff hisse'f with
green apples-an' II tn day fore
,hrashin"'
old Zeb hated 10 milk That task
was usually performed by young
-Naph." age fourteen, OF this pres.
enl rising hour OF a. NJ. wrestilng with
eisolera ,oorhus aided BIZ chicken gx-
ard tea and his faithful old sister Phi
MIRA. the directing angel of Skintint
Zeb's meager household. The mother
was an invalid-from oyerwork and
TOO much stlnting, said the county gos-
sips.
''Sook, cow! Sock. bossl 500 90 Co.,
A cunning idea entered the old mans
ayaricious mind and stopped his COW
eall In the middle.
thoughts wull milk or Rcd, too,
now she's hyur. Err bagll cake fore
night If / leave It,"
Chuckling. he turned back toward
the smokehouse, leaving the COW yard
gate open as he passed. Just inside
The smokehouse door stood the salt
barrel He dipped out handful and
put 1t in the battered crown Of his wide
straw hat.
Thus fortified with his nag of truce,
be advanced cajolingly toward the on
emy In the garden She stopped mid
way in her pleasant occupation Of alb
rorbng green things and glared at him
with the misanthropic eye Of one who
held the entire universe responsible for
She loss OF her offspring
He held ont the hat with is tooth
come bait. She snuffed the air. shifted
the salt and stepped toward It. Care
fully moving backward. the old work
or Of this rustic bunko game edged 70
ward the open gate, with the bovine
victim of misplaced confidence follow
eng gingeriy. He led her safely through.
ehen quickly closed the gate and car.
I.ied the salt back to the barrel in the
smokehouse
no use N wastin' good salt on other
folks COWS" be said as he returned
N his milking
Sock, COW. Soo-oo-ookf' he called
again down the green slope Of the COW
lot beyond the barn. where the robins
we're Just turning up. and the awak
ened kline rose lazily and swung up
sile hill. dew Tapped in red clover.
Three fat black cats. hearing the
call. came down with a soft thtld from
sheir fragrant bed on the high ledge
Il the half cut hayrick and seated
themselves hsunchwise in a dignifed
row near him. waiting for The milking
process 70 begin
Ever morning when the hov Napb
sppssred With the pals the cats wait.
- heir turn for the well directed
-hite streams which came from the
mixers hand. whizzing and guiding
pleasantly down their bewhiskered.
vide open mouths.
But though they impiored gently In
their best meOws for the accustomed
iibstion, none was forthcoming this
time. Had old Zeb understood their
petition. with its inerimins.inz evi-
denee OF his sons exiTaYagance in
feesiiug new milk to the cats. there