The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-08
Billy Whiskers
By Frances rrego Montgomery.

 When the goats heard the men talking they listened with all the'r
 might because 1t was the first hln-
 they had of where they were going. "I guess you're right, Tom. about
 them being buffers. There's one or
 the pair that surely knows what his horns are for.''
 Here, young fellow" the ex-
 pres agent continued. as Billy was
 making a noisy attempt to burst his cell-lfke crate, having regained his courage, s'just you quit those antics. till you're delivered. and then
 don't care how much you butt
 around"
 Fearing that the crate had been weakened and Billy might succeed in
 escaping. the station master exanlin-
 ed each s1at and with a blow here and tap there, decided they were secure enough to stand the brief journey by wagon to the Dodge home.
 Poor Mamie! She had not re- covered from her fright and it was not until they were jogging in I light spring wagon over the soft dirt road-so different from the hari pavenents of the city. that she mus l tered up courage to ask faintly: | Did you catch the name of the place. Billy?"
 Sounded like Woodtown- -on-the Cake,' responded Billy. with sly grin of amusement.
 Idiot! No place like that If you were not always thinking of 1 your stomach, you'd not get things so jun1bled. I heard them call that station, but that was down the road some miles. They said Woodlawn- on-theLake, but I am anxious to know what place this is. It gives
 me a kind of lost. strayed or stolen feeling not to know the name of the town you're living in.''
 No town here. as I sec" replied Billy. Just lot of houses wher- aver they can stick 'em between trees. Why, there're even trees in | the road.' he exclaimed as they turned out to pass around mann moth oak that raised it's towering branches far up toward the deep blue of the sky. But I'm satisfied any way, just we're not to be tucked up in crowded city. You remember the stories Father William used to tell US of how dreadful 1t Is | to have to live in a great city, "Oh, yes. the country for us with I the wide green fields and the sweet 1 clover and tender glass. The coun- try for you and me every time. Bill l ly," said Mamie. cheering up a bit. 'tHallo! Hal-Ioi'' shouted the 1 driver at this moment, as he drew | up in front of spacious house. set l charmtngly among great, overhang- | ing oaks and naples. ''Is this the Chautauque home of the Dodzes? l Hey there. Ned, my boy, here's the l team of goats!' This to 8 boy in l blue romping suit who was playing | on the lawn at one side of the l house.
 ! 'Chautauque." cried Billy and
 Mamie in one breath. "Chautau-
 qua! What luck!'
 "Why, Billy boy. we're at the great
 l summer resort MT. Treat is always
 talking about"
 1 They had no more time to ex- 1 claim over their wonderful good for l tune, for the boy the driver hailed so fauniliarly had flung his cap high l into the air, caught 1t as it fell. and l then dashed back of the house, call- ing loudly: .tHat. oh. Hat, they're here. they've come!" and reappeared with another individual attired in 1 blue baoomers of similar cut Tn l fact, the only difference in the two l children was that one had hair close 1 iy cropped, and the other sunny head was 'bobbed'' in square lines around l the neck.
 1 (Tomorrow you will hear more of
 l the twins new owners.1
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