The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1908-04-16
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Mr.. PENNYwINklevB WROUGHT HOME
4 GAME FOWL

john" cried voice.
With a great sigh and a fearsome
| look at the paper bag John answered
| back:
My love-"
rs that you?"
And John walked through TO the
kitchen holding his hat in one hand
and the paper bag in the other and,
standing in the doorway with his head
meekly bent forward he binked his
| eyes in all humility.
Why, john" cried Mary whatever
| have you got there in that bag?"
And as she said the words the bag
moved, John standing as still as
stone, his gaze fixed on the floor in
| front of him and giving no sign.
Good grief" cried Mary, gasping
for breath and turning slightly pale.
What on earth ails you, john"
Nothing" said John.
Then what is in that bag?
"A hen" said John.
"A hem"
Yes" said John.
"A dead one?"
NO" said John
"A live one?
Yes" said John, and he gazed at
Mary at last in such a pleading, visit
| full way that she turned her head to
hide her look Of pride.
Now, they had a rattle at the of
| fee said John, growing holder at
Mary's silence, and | won it."
He placed his hat on a chair.
1T is a game fowl" he eagerly add
| cd.
He drew a jackknife from his peck
| ct, placed the bag on the floor and
| opened the knife to cut the string
| that encircled the neck of the bag
They are very rare" he added
again. flushing with pleasure at the
thought of his proprietorship in the
fowl and Mary's kindness to him.
Well" said Mary, speaking with
| indulgence, put it down in the cellar
| for the present, John, and We will see.
And if ever happy man first hung
HIS nat up III tHdt Hdll anu tlcH Cal
ried paper bag down into the cellar,
humming a hymn under his breath
and walking softly as a true gentle
man should, it was our John the night
| he brought the game fowl home.
Wont you have to build a coop for
it, asked Mary after dinner.
Yes; shall | go now" asked John,
| rising from the table. THE poor thing
will have to have coop; shall | go
now, Mary"
She nodded gracious assent and
John trpped down the cellar steps
like bride who is late to her wed
ding, and when Mary went down a
| little later and sat on the steps to
| watch him work, Johns cup of happi
ness was full and the chicken COOP
| grew beneath his hands like thing OF
magic.
There" said John, after the coop
| had been finished and set outside, a
nest and perch placed in it and the
| game fowl balanced on the perch
Now, If she is only a good layer"
But it seemed as if that was the
very thing in which the game fowl
was most deficient.
Did the chicken lay an egg" was
| Johns first question every night.
And every night Mary made sympa.
thetic answer:
NO, John: it didn't"
Johns spirits dropped.
Perhaps" he said another night,
she needs a bigger nest"
They enlarged her nest
Perhaps" he said the third night.
she needs a few oyster shells well
cracked up"
They provided her with that deli.
| cacy.
Perhaps" said John the fourth
night, "she needs run"
They tied a string to her leg and let
her run.
The fifth night John had no sugges-
ton to offer, but his manner was so
disConsolate when Mary told him the
news of the chickens continued mac
ton that she could hardly restrain
herself from going right out and
boxing the game fowls ears. Stimuli
taneously an inspiration struck her,
and the next morning she made a
special visit to the chicken coop and
slyly slipped an egg into the next.
Il don't suppose the chicken laid an
egg sighed John as he hung up his
nat that night.
Il don't know" said Mary, busting
around; I've been so busy to-day I've
hardly had time to turn around. Come
to think about it, though, she was
cackling like anything this after
noon"
John rushed out and almost stimuli.
taneously rushed in again triumphant
ly carrying the egg.
We'll, Well" cried Mary.
Isn't 1t large Onel" cried John.
"Of all things," cried Mary
And how heavy It is cried John
weighing it in his palm. Il never felt
such a heavy"
It slipped-fell-brok 0, but
it was an ancient egg!
Il wouldn't want to eat IT," said
Mary, turning fiery red.
20. they're not for eating" cried
John; they're for setting!"
"Gamy enough" said Mary
Yes said John simply, shes q