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

know man when I see one. Now,
you. Simeon Again she glanced at
him shyly.
"Well, them" said Simeon, his eyes
twinkling. III should ask you to mar
~ me would you promise to-
"O-h, Simeon" blushed Miss Cullen
softly. ''I-I-yes, believe would,
Simeon"
"Would you promise" continued Sim
con, pinching himself to keep from
laughing aloud when he saw something
under the feather bed behaving scan
dalously-"would you promise to sick
your dog on that old idjit of a Dea-
con Partridge If he hangs around here
any more?"
No sooner had he uttered those
words than from the midst of that pile
of household necessities there came
the visible indications of a terrific
storm, followed by the subdued but
unmistakable sound Of ripping cloth,
and the next second feather bed. mat
tress and deacon arose in concert. and
there, in the astonished presence Of
Miss Cullen, stood Partridge, his arms
and legs tangled in the environments
of blue striped ticking and his head
and shoulders covered with speckled
coating Of downy feathers. Feathers
protruded from his eyes; feathers vi
brated on the end Of his nose: feath-
| ers waved majestically from the tips
of his ears. He couldn't see or hear
or speak for feathers. He could scarce
~ breathe for feathers.
"Pooh, pooh, poohr' he pulled, blow
ing great punches of feathers from
| his mouth. "Ahchoo! Ahche-oo!' he
sneezed. The tears were running down
his face, making the feathers stick the
closer to his scarlet cheeks.
Miss Cullen sprang to her feet, press
ed her trembling hands to her eyes
and shrieked.
"Well, wellv' said Simeon, regarding
him with overmastering hilarity.
'Well, we'll, this is the first time ever
see partridge runnin' around half
picked. Say, why don't you go out be-
hind the barn and SINCE yourself?"
The deacon could not speak. He
could not do anything but open and
shut his mouth like chicken with the
gapes and go "Cut, cut, cut!'
''Why, he thinks he's an old settin'
hen!" exclaimed Simeon. eying him
wonderingly. shouldn't wonder but
he'll be a-scratchin' up your flower bed
next. Miss Cullen. Say" he added to
the perspiring deacon. "why don't you
fly up in tree and go to roost again p
81 didn't come here to be laughed
at" whimpered Partridge, extricating
himself from the ticking and nearly
crying with Indignation Il came here
to call on Miss Cullen"
'Huhv replied Simeon, pressing his
hands against his quivering sides and
regarding the other with austerity.
| "Huh, dye reckon Miss Cullen hasn't
anything to do but to entertain oyster
riches? Why don't you run away some.
where's and stick your head In the
sand?"
II tell you I amt goin'. to stand here
and be insulted by no squatty old hip
pypotamouse!' shrilled the deacon an
grily.
"Ruther be hippypotamouse than to
be featherweight," snapped Simeon.
IF you're so blame brave, why don't
you flap your wings and crow? Why
don't you let folks know that you're a
Shanghai that's not afeard Of anything
in the barnyard even if your pinfeath-
ers amt all grown out?''
"rm man of peace, Brother Yates"
replied Partridge meekly. "I'm an
elder in the church, and I don't want
to get mad, and don't want to
swear
"May be that you're turnin' to an an
GEL" retorted Simeon doubtfully, "but
you look to me more like dominicker
that's too thin to bile and too tough to
fry. Anyway, you ought to know that
Miss Cullen's front yard amt no place
for poultry show"
Got as much right here as you have,
you old billed lobster" screamed the
deacon wrathfully. "Ain't I, Miss Cul-
len?''
"Well, really, Mr.. Partridge" snick-
cred Miss Cullen. looking happily at
Simeon, nov that Mr-that Simeon
and me are engaged-of course
you see, Brother Partridge" ex-
claimed Simeon, "the lady has decided
that she isn't hankerin' to marry any
body that has mania for breakin'
limbs off of trees, smashin' down fences
and rippin' open feather beds. Besides,
there's the dog" Partridge glanced
around uneasily. "You know, deacon,
when dog once gets taste Of q
BONE
II certainly extend my congratula-
tions," sneered the deacon, scowling at
Simeon, land I hope I haven't in
truded."
"Don't mention it, Brother Partridge, -
Simeon grinned. But, now, If you'll
step into the house and let us finish
pickin' you Feathers is feathers these
days, deacon, and we can't be overpar.
ticular what kind of bird they come
off Of"
Floating Eggs Of Fish.
Among the fishes which produce
floating eggs may be mentioned the
cod. mackcrel, bonito, cusk, had.
dock many Of the founders otc