Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1908-07-01

~ EACoN UR1AH PARTRIDGE,
"A long, lank and dignified, squat
ted like half fed turkey COB
bier on a limb in Miss Cullen's
back yard, oholding up the dangling
skirts of his Prince Albert with his left
hand and shaking his right fist spite
fully at Miss Cullen's spotted bull ter
rier, crouched threateningly at the foot
of the tree and eying him with calm
and patient persistence. Uncle Simeon
Yates pceked over the picket fence, his
smooth, rotund face looking like the
full moon just rising above the horizon
line, the tears coursing down his
cheeks, his mouth preoccupied with an
aggravating grin and his fat sides
shaking like cup Of jelly in an earth
quake.
What in the world" snorted Sim
con, ripping paling off the fence III
the exccssiveness of his hf1arity-
what in the world, deacon, are you
DOM up in Miss Cullen's apple tree?"
Now, Brother Yates" replied the
deacon soberly, his wrinkled forehead
oozing ice water and his right hand
grabbing desperately at neighboring
limb, Il just clumb up here to see If
Miss Cullens trees had survived the
winter. and the dog But Simeon in
terrupted.
who'd "a thought he unused aloud.
pulling out his handkerchief and dry
ing his eyes-''who'd "a thought Miss
Cullen's bull terrier would have deyel-
oped into bird dog? But if he hasn't
got partridge freed this blessed min
ute Ill-Ill"- He nearly pulled the
fence up by the roots.
The dcaccn's ire kindled. "Thats
right" he roared. "Stand there likeIa
GRIMM old hyena and laugh! Didn't
you ever see man in a tree before?
Don't you know when you behold a
Teller critter in distress? Why don't
you climb over the fence and drive
away that fool dog? Dye want to see
me killed right before your very eyesY"
But it isn't my dog" Uttered Sim
con. Its Miss Cullen's, and it's in
Miss Cullens own lot
81 tell you l can't hang on much
longer" whined the deacon. give been
here for an hour I've got blisters all
over me-"
"Well," replied Simeon, reckon I'd
better go and tell Miss Cullen
mo! Don't you do it," yelled the
deacon, blushing scarlet Don't We
dare do it. don't want you to tell
her. l don't want her to know
Simeon ripped another paling off the
fence. His eyes were dancing us if
they We're ticl;led to death
why don't We drop on the dogs
back and crack his spine?" he suggest
ed. why don't ye glare at him with
OFF,"
you're an insultin old wretch
cried the deacon angrily, "a jibberin'
idjit that don't know no better than to
stand there and laugh the palms of
of poor, lone woman's fencey'
He turned to shake his fist, but lost
his balance and fell. Desperately. he
clutched at a limb and pulled himself
up again out of the very teeth of the
growing. terrier. Then he glanced vim
dictively toward Simeon. but Simeon
was moving away.
''Hey. Brother Yates' he yelled de-
spairingly. 'Come back, please come
back, Brother Yates!'
-! amt used to bein' addressed in
. such endearin' terms, Deacon" replied
Simeon, "and I thought mebby my
room was better than my company"
mo, no" yociferated the deacon an1.
iously. Il didn't mean what said. !
was hasty. I am sorry, Brother Yates
Please don't go away and leave me IN
this tree!"
Simeon rested his arms on top of the
pickets and gazed at him in pensive
sympathy. We'll. Brother Partridge"
be replied solemnly, III can be an1