Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1907-09-19

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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 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 In
sight had been Gatty land.
Il don't know what to DO. Susanna
would so look for them Miss Gatty
said to the clothes post, her sole sup
port and confidant. Il suppose ought
to do It, but then how can :! Those
Lalors are so new and so rich they'd
Insult me--vhy, they weren't even
afraid to be nasty to Susanna. Ac-
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 we
please on our own place. But | do
wish they'd stay ut home. And / wish
Susanna were here. That's selfish
She IS having a fine time at quarterly
meeting and, patience knows. she goes
seldom enough anywhere"
Miss Gatty was slender and pale and
pretty If she had turned thirty. She
had appealing brown eyes and slim
hands, taper fingered in spite of house
and garden work She loved the gar
deu. Indeed, it had been her salvation
after she had worn herself to shadow
wrestling with primary scholars. She
did not in the least mind hens there
True. they scratched and pecked and
wallowed nightly, and her garden
was, in fact chaotic. Flowers grew in
discriminatory cheek and jowl with
vegetables.
Notwithstanding she understood how
ageravatlng vagrant hens might be to
more orderly gardeners; also that with
strawberries ripe the flock was bosom
OF destruction. Those at her feet, hav-
Ing eaten their breakfast 10 the last
grain, began strayiug lightly and as
they walked precnng themselves.
piclous scarlet tleckS upon more than
one white breast. They had certainly
Deem Mt the Lalor berries She put her
hands up over her heud thinking hard.
It was 8 O'Clock of a lovely June
morning Birds sang riotously all
about. Miss GaJy listened to them
and said, noddmg her head toward the
hens: II do believe all this comes of
going against nature. If you had
broods like the birds you'd be too busy
feeding them to 20 hunting mischief"
"Humph They'd be worse than ever.
! say thank the Lord there are no
squalling keepers to whoop them up.
II there were-well, I'll have to move.
that's all, a grufl masculine voice said
behind her Miss Gatty turned as
though shot. What she saw confront
lug her evoked Il Strangled cry of dis
may. y tall man stood glowering at
her and swinging miltautly a bunch
OF headlesS white hens. I've brought
pack your property, not being a thief"
he went ON. Now, let me pay YOU for
the satisfaction had in wringing their
hechS. Let me also warn you the rest
VIII 70 the same way as sure as they
cross my fence. Here take the money.
II " Is not enough
VIII you please to 20 away In
SlanuyE' Miss Gatty said. actually
stamping her rsu. Keep your money
keep the poor chickens too. Nayhe
they viii pay some part Of your dam.
ages
hank YOU But I'm not in the
poultry line neither restaurants" the