Shoshone journal., 1923-07-13
CHAPTER XII
A Busy Day for the ennn

clicken, cause I'm going to raise It
Tor Penzie. Poor little felleris she
crooned. We're going to grow YOU
into nice hen. amt we? Get away.
Filibuster Caesar Penfeld, | tell you.
This here chickens been chawed into
already. Think I'm going to let it be
ct any moreT
Her hands being fully occupied witt
the injured chicken, she emphasized
her attitude toward FIJI By vigorous
thrusts Of her foot. She was sitting
on the back steps. binding up a long
yellow leg, the accidental bruisinz Of
which had been the basis Of this gift.
No one would have thought Of giving
her whole fowl; but when she had
been found lavishing sympathy upon
this MANNED specimen, the owner had
bestowed it upon her with relieved
carelessness.
And Lettie had accepted it eagerly.
The half Of a persons kingdom was
as much as she ever expected, and
that half considerably battered and
tattered. The time had not yet come
when Lettie would wonder why she
was living; so far her brief years
had been filed with a desperate
struggle to keep that life existent
without regard to its purpose. and
until recently there had never been
anything but the merest scraps to do
il with.
"Awkl Awkg' complained the
chicken.
''Woof! Woofw worried the dog.
"Shut up, both Of you" advised Let
tie sharply. my landy patience, amt
you both the limit? Keep still, hen.
can't you? Don't you never want two
legs again?'
Hello. spitfre. Where's your
Uncle Jerry?"
The child's black eyes flashed as
she looked up. Instinctively she dis
liked Frank Bosley. and the feeling
was constantly being strengthened by
his treatment Of her as a superfiuous
thread in the fabric Of humanity.
She made no reply.
where's your Uncle Jerryi' he re-
peated.
q don't know" declared Lette
briefly, tying the bandage into hard
knot.
rs he at home:"
Didn't I tell you I didn't know
where he was?" inquired Lettie tartly.
He shrugged his shoulders in a way
that discredited anything that Lettie
Penfeld might say.
She glared at him, started to speak,
then paused. A plan was springing
into being in her mind. She would
do something for Penzie. More than
once she had seen Pennies face grow
sad and troubled when this man and
Uncle Jerry went out of The Custard
CUP together, and her lightning intu-
ition had told her that Penzie diSap-
proved Of the friendship between the I
two men. Now here was chance 10
show Frank Bosley how the family
felt toward him. Then perhaps he
would let Uncle Jerry alone. Penzie (
would be delighted.
you'd better go home" began Let I
tie directly. She tied a string 70 the /
well leg Of the chicken and fastened /
the other end TO q nail on the outside I
wall of the kitchen.
Frank Bosley laughed-not so much I
In amusement as in lazy defiance
winston - he called, with his eyes
On the loft. .Hoo-hool Winston" :"
Lettie turned on him. "What d'you
mean? Didn't l tell you he wasn't
hereT'
aYou did not" denied Bosley coolly.
leaning against one Of the clothes-line
poles and smiling al her scornfullT.
.You said you didn't know where be
vas"
sTf he was here, I'd know II
wouldn't n" she returned, with equal
,corn. "He amt 10 home. Do you
,et II nOw?'
Looking up. he gave a shrill whistle.
'Hoo-hoo. therel Winstonl"
Lettie. tying FIJI Caesar 10 the new
rlre fence 10 forestall further Interest
n the injured chicken. frightened
he knot with a jerk and wheeled
round. Her lean brown fingers were
yorking. Don't you b'lieye whaf }
syf When ! say he ain't here. don't
ou b'lieYe meY
He gave her IN ippudeni look from
Is prominent. hsaYy-lidded eyes. ono
don't II you want 20 know. Nhai
o you think you am, anyhow foe
Int anybody, And stop sass'ns As.
arn your
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