Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1906-08-13

me 10 look out for, Last thing sba |
asked me was to be sure they was fed.
And now they'll be all burned mn,
What shall do?"
Here the lady began to cry.
"Pashy," roared the captain. whom
the sight of his charmer's tears had
driven almost wild, don't say another
word I'll save them hens or git cook
ed along with EN-" -
And turning up his coat collar. as
though he was going into arefrirerator
instead Of a burning sbuilding. Captain
Perez sprang through the door.
Mis-, Davis screamed wildly to him
to come back and danced about. wiring
ing her hands. The interior; of the
henhouse was now a mass Of black.
smoke. from which the voices of the
captain and the Leghorns foated ia
discordant medley, something like this:
Hold still, you. lunatics (Squswk!
SauawkD Druther be roasted than
have me catch you, hadn't you?
(Sduawk! SquawkD A kershew!
LAND! I'm smothered! Now I've got
you! Thunderaticn! Hold still Hold
still, tell your
Just as the agoniZed Miss Patience
was on the point of fainting the little
window at the back of the shanty was
thrown open and two hens, like feath-
cred comets, shot through it. Then the
red face of the captain appeared for
an instant as he caught his breath
| with "Wooshw and dived back again.
This performance was repeated six
! times, the captains language and the
! compliments he paid the hens becom-
ing more picturesque every moment
At length he announced, That's all,
thank goodness and began to climb
| through the window This was diff
cult task, for the window was narrow
and. in spite of what Captain Fri had
called his 'injy rubber" makeup, Cap
tGin Perez stuck fast
"Gatch hold of my hands and haul,
will you, Pashy?" he pleaded. That's
it; pull hard. It's gittin sort of muggy
in behind here. I'll never complain
at havin' cold feet agin if L git out of
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He came out with a jerk like cork
out of a bottle, and rolled ON the ground
at his lady's feet.
"Oh, Perez" she exclaimed, ''are you
hurt?"
"Nothin' but my feelin's," growled
the rescuer, scrambling upright.
The captains face was blackened
and his clothes were scorched, but his
spirit was undaunted.
"Pashy." he said, "do you realize
that if we don't git help this whole
shebang, house and all, will burr
down."
"PereZ, you don't mean it!'
Il wouldn't swear that l didn't
Look how that things blazin'! There's
the barn t'other side of it and the house
t'other side of that
But can't you and me put it out?"
Il don't dare resk it. No, sir! We've
got to git help, and git it in hurry
toor'
Won't somebody from the station
see the light and come overY
Not in this fog. You can't see ;
I
off. Good land! l never thought! l
the horse gomez"
mo, the horse is here. Abner too
one of the store horses to go to HARMS
with, but he did take the buggy an
there's no other carriage but the oil
carryall, and that's almost tumblin'
pieces"
tiTaS 70. no hnr a al
II What And leave me here alon
y with the house afire? No, indeed!
you CO. I'm goin' too"
well, then, the carryalPs got to d.
a whether or no. Git on shawl {
somethin while l harness up"
1t was a frantic Harvesting. but
: was done in a hurry, and the ran
shackle old carryall, dusty and col
webbed, was dragged out of the barr
" and Horace Greeley, the horse, ws
!. backed into the shafts. AS they droy
= out of the yard the flames were roa
= ing through the roof of the henhou:
:, and the lath fence surrounding it w,
u beginning to blaze.
- ''Everything's so wet from the fl
captain, that it'll take some time fl
II the fire to git to the barn. If we ca
&c git a gang here we can save the hou
easy and maybe more By mighty
III he calculated. Il tell you what we
!" do. I'll drive across the ford and {
IL Luther and some of the station men
h- come right across. Then I'll go on
Ell the village to fetch more 1t was
when looked at the clock as we cor
Ed in from washin' dishes, so the ii,
must be still goin' out and the TO
ne jest right. Git dapw
Hurry all you. can, for goodne
ect sake! Is this as fast as we can go?'
ION Fast as We can go with this eve
'ad lastin' Noah's ark. Heavens, how. the
she wheels squealr'
me 1.-The axles amt been creased for
av- don't know when Abner was goin'
the have the old carriage chopped up t
Kindlin' wood"
The Lucky for him and us faint CHOPIN