Norwich bulletin., 1913-11-13
OLD BRINDLE

And he knows my feelings on the , subject?'
 Yes
 That brindle COW coming on the as settled, In reading the daily papers after this, if you come across any titled persons mentioned cut out the piece and save 1t. I am glad you have acted as sensibly about the thing. Every girls mother knows what is best for her.
 Miss GIynn was not weeping and she was not smiling. She was won dering how good a mining engineer Will Pelham was. A week later and he was on his mettle He was looking over the fence throwing clubs at that brindle COW to stir her up. She was easily stirred Mrs. Burnham was in the daisy field again, and the old bovine considered it a personal affront.
 After a few moments the COW was engineered away from the fence and the rails thrown down. Then the en- gineer started for the tree, 30 rods away He began. at the same tipne- to shout to the daisy gatherer
 ITO the tree!, To the tre~ Swing yourself up into the tree!"
 The first impression of the widow was to run. The second was to sl<iI for the tree. Could she climb? She could. It is plebeian for a woman to climb trees. but she seized low hanging branch and went up like 8 coon before a dog.
 We shall both be killed. dead run gaining on the engineer at every jump, looked bigger than any title in Europe just then.
 Will Pelham could runi In Tun- ming with bride as the prize he could make a locomotive look tired. He reached the tree seven feet six inches ahead of the old bFindle.
 He hadn't planned to climb the tree No heroics can take place up tree He sheltered himself behind the trunk and the brindle passed it by an inch and drove on with a below.
 tOh.- .-h-h Mir. Pelhaml" from up the tree.
 We sra1I boLn De killed
 T suspect that we shall, but I'll die - game" The COW was coming back like freight train on down grade and the engineer had to side step again! The bellows of rage as the target was missed world have done credit to a foghorn.
 Mir. Pelham, she will surely kill you and then clin1S the tree and kill mel"
 < lean dodge her a little longer"
 But climb up here eAeside me be- for it's too late"
 My shoulder, yop know can't climb. Hang on t46r your life-she's 
 That brindle COW had sand She had perseverance. She had ambition. She charged again and again. She hooked and bunted the tree and brought down screams and prayers. She kept the engineer lodging like a cat on a hot rstove, and it was a half hour before she tired out.
 T cannot diet Save mel Save Snef" came down from the branches for the tenth time.
 T will" was repeated for the same number.
 And it was Gone. MT. Pelham left the shelter of the tree and made 3 dash for piece of rail fence fifty feet away. and got it. Then he went for brindle. She bluffed, but he ham, mered her horns and nose and spina column and hind quarters, and he rar her back to her pasture a sadder an( wiser farmers friend.
 He turned to see a crumpled woman lying at the foot of the tree. He ad- vanced to find that 1t was Mrs. Burn ham, and that she wanted to take his arm and go home.
 They didn't say much during the walk. It was when they reached the veranda, and the waiting, wondering Glynn that the quavering voice of hel mother said
 "Glynn, this isn't person-it's MT Pelham, and if you want to tell him that we've given up our European trik you can do so. Be sure to ask him tC stay to dinner. How grand! How noble! How courageous. Buffalo Courier.