The daily sentinel., 1913-07-31
ANOTHER STORY FOR THE LIT
TIE TIkES. - THE CALF
THAT TALKED.

We had the prettiest little Jersey
calf. Its coat was like satin and was
the color of the tawny shadows on the
Pinon mesa when the sun has gone
behind a cloud, and its eyes were
like wine-colored panne velvet. We
fed the little calf sweet milk three
times a day, and grandmother used
to take the bucket of milk to ii and
she would put her hand down into
the bucket and the little calf would
get her fingers (grandmother's fin
gers, not the calf's) in its mouth and
suck and suck until all of the milk
was gone out of the bucket. The
calf was really raised by hand, as
you might say. When it got hungry
and grandmother didn't get there on
time. it would stick its head through
the bars and cry "Gran-maw! Just
as hard as it could. and, although
grandmother simply detests being
called "Gran-maw." she didn't mind
IL bit when the calf called her that;
but she would pick up the bucket of
milk and hurry out to feed it-give
1t a handout, you know.
Well, one day we sold the little
calf to the people at the Golden Hills,
and a man came for it and tied all
llH lttl uD lulO anu put II III
the bottom of a big wagon and
bumped 1t away to its new home and
turned it loose in n big green yard,
and it was so lonesome it didn't know
what to do. 1t didn't like the big
green yard; it wanted its own little
yard where 1t could turn around
twice without humping itself, if it
was real careful; and it wanted its
own snug little calf house. So it
went to the front fence and stuck its
head between the bars and cried
"Gran-maw!" just as loud as it could,
and it stood there and called Gran
maw!" all day long, and it distressed
the pretty little golden-haired lady
of the Golden Hills until she didn't
know what to do.
After while the little calf was
quiet and they didn't hear it cry any
more, and, when they went to the
big green yard to look for it, 1t
wasn't there any more at all; and
where do you suppose it was?-it
was on its way home, back TO the
Rosemary and its gran-maw. 1t knew
the way perfectly. 1t went straight
ahead until 1t came to the corner
house, where the nice Carlisle bro
theirs used to live, and then it turned
west and passed the pretty white
house on the hill, where man had
| lived and known great sorrow, and
| it knew that the next turn was the
! little green bungalow where Harold
and Marg and the baby used to live
and where Harold used to tell Marg
from the big book when it was time
to feed the baby; but long before it
got to the green bungalow it heard
the loud asthmatic toot of a horn
and a terrible rumble behind it, and
1t jumped square around, like calves
do, you know-just like toy wound
up-and there up the road came a
great black monster.
The little calf stood stock still in
the middle of the road. trembling
with an awful fear and expecting to
become veal outlets and chops in no
time, when the big monster slowed
up right in front of 1t and there was
the pretty little golden-haired mis-
tress and the stalwart black-haired
master of the Golden Hills in their
automobile.
The big black-haired man jumped
out and picked up the calf with the
tawny coat and the velvet eyes and
put it in the tonneau OF the car, and
there it stood, with all of its feet
stuck out stiff and straight, Just like
a saw-horse, and 1t wondered where
In the dickens 1t was going to now,
and, the first thing ii knew, there II
was back in the big green yard, and
there 1t stood for little while and
thought il over, and then it COM
lmenced to eat the lovely cool green
grass, and it hasn't said word since
not even "Gran-maw."
Miss Josephine Ullery, Miss Joseph
inc knight and Norman Kinds OF
Grand Junction were dinner guests
Sunday of Mr. and Mrs. w. L. Leavitt
and Duncan Collins of the Golden
Hills.
Dune Collins on a summers day
Raked the sweet alfalfa hay;
But his wistful thoughts were far
away
In Junction Town, so wild and gay
He thought of his friends in Junction
Town,
Decided he would ask them down.
lie asked them down and showed
them round;
Then back they went to junction
Town.
Poor Dune returned to raking hay,
Thinking things he dare not say.
Miss May Mead entertained tht
Ladies Aid Society OF the Methods
Church and also the husbands of th'
society last Thursday night. Benches
were placed on the delightful porch
and the time flew all too swiftly
Refreshments OF ice cream and cak'
were served. Si
Mr.: and Mrs. Edgar TAYLOR ant