Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1910-06-03
Continued from last week.
CHAPTER II.

CHAPTER II.
The events just told took place in
the early spring, just at the time
when the spring work was comm enc
ing on the farm. The trees were be-
ginning to put forth their leaves,
and the meadows and fields were
green with the growing grass The
violets along the fence rows were
turning up their little faces to the
warm sun, and every bird familiar
to the climate had made it's appear
ance Their joyous songs rang
through the woods as they fitted
hither and thither, building their
looking for bugs and worms. There
Twas no i'll temper displayed by
these dwellers of the forest as they
went about their work, seeking a
living, or building their nests for
the summer. Why should not the
human family go about their work
JUST 10 JoSOuolI 90 IiS No VI WV
forest?
whistle and hoe, sing as you go,
Shorten the row by the songs you
know"
No such an idea as this had ever
entered John Shanes head, for with
him everything was hustle and hurry.
The day broke bright and clear on
the morning after Dobbin's mis-
fortune. and the Shane household
was up with the sun to begin their
daily duties. The conversation of the
previous evening had been forgotten
by Shane-Or at least thrust into the
background by more important mat
| ters; and as he hurried to the barn
to look after the feeding, his only
thought was how to get the most
work done that day. He walked
down the row of stalls, throwing
corn into the feed boxes, until he
came to Dobbin's stall, when he stop
ped as thunderstruck. Old Dobbin
was standing with his head down,
Wheeling like a man with the asth-
ma.
Hello; here's a fine go, right in
the busy season. Just my eyerlastin
bad luck" he exclaimed, for the ap-
pearance of Dobbin indicated a Sc
we're case of lung fever.
Shane never gave any thought to
the comfort of his animals, and Tom
followed in the footsteps of his
father. He had brought Dobbin home
wet with sweat, and tied him in his
stall without rubbing him down, and
such a thing as a blanket was never
heard of in Shane's stables. Tom S
| i'll temper had made him even forget
to put in the usual bedding of
clean straw, and the result was, as
any good horseman might expect,
that Dobbin had taken a severe cold.
How now, Tom" cried Shane, as
Tom entered the barn, ''here's a nice
mess you've made Of things
Tom stood with his hands in his
pockets, staring at Dobbin; and
while his conscience compelled him
to feel little sympathy for the old
horses sufferings, yet he had the
secret satisfaction of knowing that
he would not have to drive him any
more for a few days, anyhow.
You go down to town an bring
up Hodges, an see what he can do
for him." said Shane.
Had he known what would be the
result of this action, he would rather
have said, You take him down to
the woods an put a bullet in his
brain. But he thought Hodges
could doctor the old horse up SO
that he would be able to work again
Shane got Dobbin out of the stable
in the meantime although he was so
stiff he could scarcely walk.
Hodges, the veterinary surgeon,
soon came and said he thought he
could cure him, but that he didn't
lDelleYe he would ever be worth muCn.
or able to do much hard work again.
well, I'll spend no money on
him." said Shane.
Here's your fee for this time,
and you needn't come any more"
''Mr. Hodges" said voice behind
them, you can give old Dobbin all
the attention he needs, and l will
see that you are paid" 1t was Mrs.
Shane, who had come up just in time
to hear Shane's last remark
Shane growled something about
'squandering money" and turning
on his heel, went to the barn.
Hodges left medicine with Mrs
Shane, and she and Edith got the