The Lamar register., 1915-08-18
THE CHICKEN FARMERS
BY ANNE PAGE.

had a play accepted and had to rush
on to Chicago, where rehearsals were
to begin at once, he left Jimmy Dean
in charge of his feathered family. CON
sisting mostly of fine laying hens.
Dean and Hendon, chums since
school days. had taken the country
bungalow in the spring and had con-
sidered the selling OF one Of Hendon's
plays as a remote possibility. So they
had not hesitated to make the arrange
ment whereby II ndon, at home all
day writing the play. should keep
house while Jimmy committed and
earned real money for the upkeep
OF the shack.
Those hens will have to be sold,'
Jimmy decided. as he sat at the open
window and pondered the situation
over a midnight cigar. 'Hendon Will
be gone a month, at least, and month
of this would land me in Matteawan."
Next morning newly-painted sign
appeared over the doorway of the
shack. II announced in neat. home
made letters that fifty-three hens and
the necessary equipment were for sale
on easy terms.
BY Sunday he had almost decided
to close the shack and return to
town. A perfect summer day. brac-
ing swim in the sound, the soothing
hum of bees in the honeysuckle were
potent enough to induce him to try
II for another month.
That evening, soft knock on the
door woke him from a nap in his
chair
I'VE have called to inquire about
tn chickens" said cheerful voice
Just outside the open door.
IF hens are not TOO difficult we
we think, perhaps, we'd like to buy
them" said another voice even more
cheerful in tone.
Jimmy looked at the unheralded
visitors and decided that they were
really worth while; and both girls
looked askance at Jimmy. He did not
look as II he were an authority on
poultry raising, and yet they supposed
he must be.
"Dif1cult?" he repeated. why,
that is a ridiculous word to apply to
anything so absurdly easy. l under
stand IT is as simple as shooting fish.
but | really know little about It. MI
Hendon, who lived with me until some
deluded manager in Chicago bought
his play, knows all about 1t. They
are fine layers know that much"
He looked appealingly at the young
women, and because of the sympathet-
ic expression he recognized in the
eyes of one OF them he told them his
bachelor troubles.
When he had finished his pathetic
account Polly Warner and Fanny
Turner exchanged suggestive glances.
Fan" said the former softly, don't
you think we could manage to Are-
pare Mr. Deans eggs and coffee for
him and leave them at his door each
morning? We will be up early, you
know. feeding the chickens"
Fannie Turner nodded. I'm sure
we could"
I'D have to pinch myself to believe
IT Was real II I found my breakfast
at the door," Jimmy said.
You see," Fannie continued shyly.
I'VE we're going to ask you II we could
continue to use your hennery until
we found a suitable place OF our own.
But we are stopping over there"-in-
dicating a house near by-"for the
time being. and we don't want to lose
this opportunity to buy. Miss Warner
and want to try our hand at chick
en- raising, and II you would let US"
She stopped and turned her wistful
eyes full upon Jimmy.
THE arrangement you suggest would
be fine Use the run as long as you
ltke-and the whole garden" Jimmy
said
Hendon's hens received the most
scientific OF treatment from that day
on. But the care they received was
no less perfect than was that accord
ed to Jimmy Dean. He found himself
rising half hour earlier than was
his custom, owing to the fact that
the soft laughter of girls was to be
heard beneath his windows.
Once or twice he ventured to make
his appearance as the girls were
leaving, and managed to have a short
chat with them. Polly Warmers quick
laughter and merry glances haunted
him through the days. He was fall
ing In love with her.
One morning after an absence OF
six weeks. Hendon suddenly appeared
and found Jimmy. Polly and Fannie