Amador ledger., 1907-11-01

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adjustment loomed big and imposing
200 yards away, but that was no dis
lance at all to active foragers such as
White Leghorns. Moreover, there had
been trouble before-trouble which
had left a residuum of strained
relations between the big house and
the cottage. The cottage was almost
the Gattys' sole possession, albeit there
had been a time when everything fl
sight lad been Gatty land.
Il don't know what to do. Susanna
would go look for Them" Miss Gatty
said to the clothes post, her sole sup
port and confdant. Il suppose ought
to do it, but then how can I? Those
Lalors are so new and so rich they'd
insult newly. they weren't evea
afraid to be nasty to Susanna. Ae-
tually the woman told her she had no
business to keep hens if she couldn't
afford wired runs for them-as though
we hadn't right to keep anything
please on our own place. But 1 co
wish they'd stay at home. And l wiz
Susanna were here. That's selfish.
She is having fine time at quarterly
meeting and, patience knows. she goes
seldom enough anywhere
Miss Gatty was slender and pale ana
pretty if she had turned thirty Sh9
had appealing brown eyes and slim
hands, taper fingered in spite OF house
and garden work She loved the gag
den. Indeed, it had been her salvation
after she had worn herself to a shadow
wrestling with primary scholars She
did not in the least mind hens there.
True, they scratched and peeked and
wallowed nightly, and her garden
was, in fact, chaotic. Flowers grew in
discriminatory cheek and jowl with
vegetables.
Notwithstanding she understood how
iaggravating vagrant hens might be to
more orderly gardeners; also that witS
strawberries ripe the flock was bosom
of destruction. Those at her feet, hav-
ing eaten their breakfast to the laS7
grain, began strayirg lightly and az
they walked preening themselves.
Watching them narrowly, she saw sus-
pieious scarlet fecks upon more than
one white breast. They had certainly
been at the Labor berries. She put her
hands up over her head, thinking hare.
It was s O'clock of a lovely June
morning. Birds sang riotously ell
about Miss Gatty listened to them
and said, nodding her head toward the
hens: Il do believe all this comes Of
going against nature. If you had
broods like the birds you'd be too busy
feeding them to go hunting mischief"
''Humphs They'd be worse than ever.
say thank the Lord there are ne
squalling keepers to whoop them up.
If there were-well. I'd have to move.
that's ALL gruff masculine voice said
behind her. Miss Gatty turned az
though shot. What she saw confront
ing her evoked strangled cry of dis
may. A tall man stood glowering at
her and swinging militantIy n bunch
Of headless white hens. 1--WE brought
back your property. not being thief"
he went on. 'Now. let me pay you for
the satisfaction 1 had in wringing their
necks. Let NE also warn you the rest
will go the same way as sure as they
cross my fence. Here, take the money.
If SIS Is not enough
''Will you please to go away-in-
stantly?" Miss Gatty said. actually
stamping her foot. Keep your money
keep the poor chickens too. Maybe
they will pay some part Of your dam
ages
THANK you. But I'm not In the
poultry lins-neither restaurants" ths