The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1906-11-01

Yes, ship a good many" said
Evans. why do you ask?"
i've just had all my white Leg
horns stolen-forty of them. Every
one round here is losing chickens.
Now those chickens have TO be mar
keted somewhere-and not around
here. It's fifty miles to the city,
which is the safest place to market
them. If | stole chickens, I'd freight
them down, dressed and packed in
barrels. So | thought If anybody
round here was doing the thieying-
and the thieves, whoever they are,
take the local paper, and certainly
do know this part of the county as
well as their hand | might get
some hint from your shipments"
That's first rate idea," said the
young man. But l don't remember
any special shipper of dressed poul-
try in barrels. The Walter boys pack
that way, but l guess we're not sus-
pecting them! Mrs. Dixon sends a
barrel now and then. So do the peo-
pie on the Lawrence farm; that's
been an experimental poultry farm
for the last year | hear they report
they lost badly through a raid by
the thieves two months ago. The
Elliotts, over at Orwell, send dressed
poultry, too, but never very much.
1t doesn't seem"
mo, it Doesn't" said Dorothy,
looking perplexed. "But these chick
ems have got to get to market, Frank,
somehow. I've started to hunt this
county over Till l find what's become
of them. I guess I'd better drive to
the other stations up and down the
road. They'd be likely to choose
stupid agent to ship through, so
dent wonder they keep away from
here"
Then she flushed at having paid
Frank q compliment, and Frank
flushed, too, with pleasure, for he
knew that his pretty schoolmate
never said things unless she meant
them. 1t put him on his mettle.
But see here, Dorothy, why do
you have to drive up and down the
road? What's tho matter with my
telegraphing instead? Come in and
sit down, and I'll get you all the in
formation you want in half an hour. :"
So Dorothy sat and listened to the
clicking wires, and took some brief
notes on telegraph pad that Frank
pushed over to her across the table.
Wagner, at Dorrance station, says
that the Lawrence farm sends a bar
rel now and then and a crate occa-
sionally. The Widow Ransom is the
heaviest shipper-sends both crates
and barrels. Jones, at Pond station,
says Hank Janeway ships a barrel
sometimes; so does the Lawrence
farm. The Browns send crate now
and then-white Leghorns and Ply
mouth Rocks. Collins, at Pelham
Junction, says that Mrs. Robinson
ships more than anybody else, but
Jim Henry sends barrel or crate
now and then, and so does the Law
renee people-Plymouth Rocks, most
ly. King, at Bellevue station, says
everybody sends in crates, except a
barrel now and then from the Law
renee people and Sally Walker"
Frank leaned back and whistled
softly. Dorothy smiled and pushed
the telegraph pad under his eyes
Five underlinings marked the name
Lawrence" repeated in each of the
five reports from Milby, Dorrance,
Pond, Pelham and Bellevue.
"You clever grill" said Frank.
you've got hold OF the right end No
honest poultry farm ever shipped
that much to the city, and through
five different stations in small lots
But supposing it's so, how are we 60
ing to prove it? The man doesn't live
who can identify an ordinary white
Leghorn hen or Plymouth Rock pull
let
But the girl does!" cried Dorothy,
triumphantly. "Since day before
yesterday l can pick out any one of
my forty Leghorns with absolute GER
tainty, Frank. II dipped their
legs, every one of them in a fast
black that won't come off. so that /
could know them again If they were
stolen"
, Frank Evans lay back in his chair
and laughed delightedly.
Dorothy, you always were at the
/ head of the class" he said, heartily.
But what are you going to do
now?"
I'm going to the Lawrence farm
| said Dorothy, unfastening the hitch
ing strap.
: you mustn't do that. They might
/ do you an injury. Wait till can get
. a constable and search warrant.
You mustn't go alone. Dorothy. /
A won't have it."
r IL don't mind a search warrant"
: said Dorothy. with composure. THAT
Q is what brought this for
She pulled out the mysterious box.
), and disclosed various brightly labeled
bottles and packages. Il am Miss
Y Jane Smith, Frank, agent for these
t poultry remedies, which am driv-
: ing about the county introducing
j. among intelligent poultry farmers. |
I shall get into the Lawrence chicken
yards. and come away again without
any trouble, thank you. But should
like the constable to be at the end OF
the lane. ready TO come in little
1 later"
Y I'm get Dick Williams to tend the
: station" said Frank, "and drive over
with you past the constable's; and