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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 28, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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of Jared was duly used, and he was
puffed up greatly when made a mem
ber of the National Ornithological so
ciety. That was not all. As he became
familiar with Honolulu and got to
studying the fowl, he discovered that
the intelligent bird was a natural
weather glass. That "Honk! Honk!"
clarion note was diverse, but depend
able. In time Jared could translate
Othe circumscribed goose dialect to a
jjuihi wmjic u-ic i;ua,ugeB ui liic uai-
ometer were vocally announced and
rain, wind or murkiness predicted two
days in advance with unerring accur
acy, and Jared Dunn took due credit
to himself for his invincible weather
prognostications, never mentioning
Honolulu as the source of his erudite
Jared Dunn had a nephew, his only
living relative, estranged for some
time. He was Harvey Bross and was
now working hard and for small pay
in the village. Harvey was in love
with Vera Morton. They were too
poor to marry as yet, but courtship
had been a delight and they were loy?
al and hopeful.
The Morton family lived quite a.
distance from the, town. One morn
ing early Vera's father and mother
drove away on a day's visit to some
friends. Two frowsy tramps lurking
behind a leafy screen witnessed the
departure and heard Vera speak of a
busy baking day, all alone in the
house. One of the tramps carried a
bag. When father and mother were
well out of sight, the intruders threw
the bag into a woodshed and ad
vanced to the open kitchen door.
"My pretty one," one of them
called In, "don't get frightened. We're
common folk of the road and grub is
fi our only demand. You do as we ask
and you wont get scared or hurt."
"You frighten me!" breathed Vera,
apprehensively, "but what is it you
"Just this: there's a live goose in. a
bag we've just Ihrown into that shed
yonder. We want it killed, dressed 1
and roasted. I'll 'bet you're just a
dandy cook and it will be nothing to r
you. f you want to throw in a loaf
of that luscious bread you're baking,
we'll go away with fondest memories )
of the handsomest gal we've seen in
a year.
Vera hesitated. Then she resolved. 2
The men looked peaceable. A little 2
added cookery would not be arduous, i
But when Vera went out to the wood
shed, hatchet in hand, she made a
surprising discovery. The bag heldi
Honolulu, which the tramps evidently 1
had stolen from Jared Dunn.
Now Vera knew the fowl well from.3
having seen it. She liked Mr. Dunn
less than the goose, for she felt that 3
Mr. Dunn had been unjust to her
fiance. She turned Honolulu into a
coop and selected one of their own, 3
geese. In three hours time the two a
tramps gloatingly carried away a fine
roasted fowl and a loaf of home-made
bread and the tension on Vera's .1
nerves was relieved. '
Vera knew how the old man would 1
miss his adopted pet, in fact within an
hour a town constable came by inj
search of the missing fowl and de- j
scribing Mr. Dunn in a frantic state
of anxiety.
"I'll take Honolulu back to Mr.i
Dunn myself," announced Vera. $
The old man stared hard at her as 3
fine appeared and emptied."his feath
ered favorite out of the bag. a
"You're the girl my nephew is
going to marry," observed the old,-
man, curiously aria" intently studying
Vera. "I owe you a good deal for 1
finding Honolulu. How was it?" 7
She told the story. The grim face
of her auditor began to uncloud. He -
led her on to talk of his nephew, a j
far-away expression came into his
eye. Did the purity, innocence and-
bright truthfulness of this charming
soui bring'back a memory of his dead
sister, Harvey's mother? t
"Just waiting to save enough to
get married on?" he spoke speculate
ingly, half to himself. "And youi
brought Honolulu and you're .a. a
im fr t,V.flivi a.

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