Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1910-08-19

I've just had him shod."
Perhaps the blacksmith did NOT
understand his business. Horses feet
are not alike, any more than man,s
are"
You know altogether too much
Tor youngster of your size."
! don't know it of myself" replied
Reginanld, modestly, but | 90 with
papa when the horses are shod and
/ near the men talk"
Are you Doctor Gardeners bow"
Yes"
Every body knows he's a crank"
The boy flushed, but he answered
quietly:
You can see for yourself, by the
way the horse uses his feet that they
hurt him, especially that hind one"
The teamster made no reply.
Well must be going, come
Duke, - said Reginald, calling to the
dog now for race down hill"
A young girl was standing in the
gateway, under canopy of elm
branches and called to him, as he
came near. She was younger and fair
er than he, but there was more than
common family resemblance be-
tween them. Her eyes were soft and
dark like his, and she had the same
frank, unstudied grace. Her hair.
WaVy and golden, was caught into one
long, loose braid
Reggie she said, Il have been
looking for you everywhere. | thought
you must have gone with papa.
Did you want me?"
Yes, there are three little brides
IN that nest in the honeysuckle."
Are there? l must go and see
them"
Wait just a minute. That is the
mother bird with worm in her
mouth; she is going to feed them.
Softly, Duke, softly! " she added.
slipping her slender hand under the
dogs collar, don't you brighten the
brides
Duke ceased his demonstrations of
Joy and stood quietly looking up in
to her face with Wise and demure
expression.
Reginald ran lightly up the steps
to the piazza, and peered among the
luXuriant honeysuckle to find the
hidden nest.
There ism much to a young bird
but his mouth, is there, Rose?" he
said as he came back.
They need large mouths" she an
swered, for they like worms and
and cherries. ] told Pc
rez to leave a little corner of my
strawberry outside the net, so that
the mother bird might know where
to find strawberries for them"
Reginald gave a low, peculiar, bird
like call. From the tree-top near by
came responsive note.
Rose, / believe these are the same
robins that built a nest in the honey
5uckle last year 1t is almost in the
same spot, too"
Il hope so. Perhaps they will come
back every year, If we are careful
not to disturb them. Now, Duke, you
have been such an cbedient dog that
We'll have race" said Rose; and
away the went, out into the street
and around the corner into the side
street, bringing up at the barnyard
gate. There they met Perez Deanen
going with his pals to milk the COWS.
1t was one of Roses pleasures to
go with him. She liked the fresh,
sweet odor of the milk; she liked to
watch the patient creatures, meekly
the life-giving nectar
for the benefit of others. One little
Jersey was her especial pet. She had
named it Glover, for it seemed the
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it's breath their ethereal essence. A
clean and roomy barn is always an
attractive place. Reginald and Rose
liked to climb the narrow stairs into
the large hay loft where stray sun
beams crept in through the dusty
and there bury each other
in the fragrant hay.
After milking came the feeding of
the various animals. The children u.s.
ually shared in this work, and it was
to them an ever fresh delight. While
Reginald measured out grain and
pulled down hay for the horses and
COWS, Rose gathered for them clover
and fresh grass.
1T will serve as a salad" she
said.
They carried fresh milk to the
lambs and laughed to see them kneel
down before the basins in their Gag
erness to drink; they made tour
Of the coops, watching the hens and