Saturday news. (Watertown, S.D.) 19??-19??, 1909-05-07


To ask help from a prosperous
neighbor was not easy. But John
knew that he had to do the must
know what he could depend upon
if everything turned out wrong,
for it certainly looked as tho every
thing would. S" out he blurted
his need:
IF if, ahcm, if | need help
with the mortgage interest money,
William, will you give me lift?
It'll fall due this day three
months, and
whats the trouble, John?
Crops fail last season.
mo, crops seemed tn be good,
william; but somehow didn't get
much out Of them. -
'DaIrying not paying?
IN no, it isn't, William, tho
we've milk enuf at the milkings.
| cant seem to find out what s
wrong The farms good and the
COWS the best stock in the country
side. But I'm down on my luck,
William, and cant seem to get
up
Thee will need to find the
white sparrow, Pm thinking.
John. It's a rare bird, but sight
of it brings luck, they say. -
THE white sparrow? Surely
need sight Of it, il there's luck
in it. But how shall go about
hunting it, William, and where
Nobody knows that, John, or
the whole world would 60 a-hunt-
ing. Only one thing is known
about it that it flies only once a
day and that between four and five
in the morning. Thy own barnyard
or dairy is as likely place to find
it as any place on earth. But don't
let me keep thee from thy work,
John, only promise me to look
every morning for the white spar
row until interest time. and, in
turn, I'll promise thee the help
thee asks
John gave his promise eagerly.
But from the first things seemed
to conspire against his ever finding
the bird of luck.
The very next morning four
O'Clock saw him making for his
barnyard. Such a state as that
place was in! Not a horse tended
to, either; the stables in bad con-
dition; the men asleep when they
should have been at their work.
Hi, there, Robert and Pete and
jim, Jack, you lazybones with
you boys! The work is waiting.'
Up tumbled the men; sprang at
their work-the master was about
and the horses and stables got
better cleaning in short order than
they'd had for many a long day.
But when John had time to think
of the white sparrow again, it was
after five. And the bird only flies
one short hour day.
The next morning he started
again upon his search; passed rap
idly thru the barnyard, only stop
ping to arouse the men-not much
time lost there. But at the dairy
window stood one of the maids,
giving away great pailful of
milk to a friend. And at the
runway stood another maid, pour
ing out another great pailful of
sour milk sheer waste, with all
the little pigs on the farm having
to have feed bought for them. And,
besides, the farm was famous for
its cottage cheese-every bit of
sour milk should have been turned
into that.
There was nothing to do but to
give the dairy a thoro going over,
and the maids some pretty strict
orders. Oh, ~but the state that
place was in! Milk set aside for
favored friends to carry away Sc
cretly. when the master was abed.
Or butter, or cheese-it was all.
the same, waste and theft.
But, by the time he had been
thru the dairy thoroly, and thot
once more about the white SPAR
row,it was six o clock. One more
day gone.
Somehow, thru the three months
that followed, try as he would,
he never got glimpse Of the won
derfui bird. For, altho four
o'clock was sure to see him leave
the house, something was sure to,
need his attention until the hour
Of opportunity had passed. Surely
there never had been SO good q