The Kimball graphic., March 14, 1884, Image 1

About The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905

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VOLUME II.
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town in
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located
Soiltliorn
a, being situ-
near the coii-
twofBnilcCouiitv,
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in the midst of the
farming and
country in
world. Tlie
proof' of which has
been fully demon
strated in the inaii
nificent crops of the
past few ye
Is'located on the Main Line 61
the Chicago, Milwaukee & -St.
Paul Kuilroad, 48 miles west ol
Mitchell and 22 niil.es east ol.
'Chamberlain. It has 41 fine pub
lie sehool building, good church
es, a 'first-class postoffiee, two
banks, two rood hotels, one
large grain elevator and male
rial
the ground for another,
three lumberyards, all tarrying
immense stocks several black
smith shops, good livery stables,
and stores "representing all
branches of trade. Still the
country demands more and to
live men great inducements are
offered to invest in this
f.
Beautiful Town
The Brule County Agricul
tural Fair Grounds adjoin the
townsite and is one of the best
fair grounds in the Territory,
with a good half-mile track.
THE TOWN IS BOOMING
And now is the time to invest.
D. WARNER,
Proprietor of the original town
site, has platted and laid out
three additions, all adjoining,
with a continuation o^-..streets
and alleys. Part nt which are
in acre lots, so as to enable all
classes to be suited in procuring
a residence lot. The most de
sirable blocks on Main Street
are still for sale to, those wjiq
desire to engage in business, and
Si-eat inducements are offered
to that class of men.
The climate in this part of
Dakota is everything to be
desired and is fully as mild
as 1 hat of Ohio, Indiana and Il
linois. with, perhaps, a less num
ber of cloudy, days. The rain
fall is abundant and always
comes when most needed. The
water is free from any alkali
taste and as pure as any found
in any of the Eastern States. In:
short, the country, climate and.
•jsocial advantages make this one
of the best, it not the very best,,
county in Dakota tor the emi-
For further particulars, call
D. WARNER,
KIMBALL, DAKOTA,
RUIJliE COUN1T
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'.The itionage of thy public 13 solicited, guAranteeing satisfaction in every cilsfi.
A. F. OILLEY, Proprietor,
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"LAUGE AND COMPLETE STOCK OP
WHOLESALE AND RETAIL.
AGRICULTURAL IMPLEMENTS
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BKST I\ TH,2 MAKKHT.
Tinware, Pumps and Barbed Wire,
Acorii and Superior Stoves
A SPECIALTY.
TRICES GUARANTEED TO RE THE LOWEST.
OUR 31 OTTO: "SMALL PROFITS, QUICK SALES AM) J'A IK
.PBAUSO."
OCHSNER BROTHERS,
KIMBALL, V- DAKOTA.
TAFT HOUSE,
E. 11. TAFT, ritOURIUTOK.
Good Livery in Connection.
KIMBALL, DAKOTA.
KIMBALL HOHSt
This Hotel, Formerly the Summit House, hits been
REFITTED, REFURNISHED, AND, TO A CERTAIN INTENT, REBUILT,
And is now
ONE OF THE MOST CONVENIENT HOUSES
The Farmers' Friend.
I KEi:r IX •STOCK -•-1 FULL LIXE OF
DRY GOODS,
BOOTS and SHOES,
CLOTHING,
KIMBALL, DAKOTA.
SUCCESSORS TO D. L. SMITH & SON,
KIMBALL, DAKOTA.
HATS and CAPS,
GROCERIES,
and CROCKERY.
My prices are always the lowest, my, gooils the bast that money cantony. I
:annot and will not be undersold by any competitor.
L. D. BARDIN,
HEAIHJUARTElt^ FOU
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PUMPS,
CUTLERY,
GUNS," -1
"GARLAND" STOVES,
AND
SOUTH MAIN STREET,
RUILDING MATERIAL,
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DAKOTA
KIMBALL, BRULE COUNTY, DAKOTA,"FRIDAY, MARCH 14, 1884
Ritchie int-evruptpd him with a'hasty
gesture, by -which he sought to indicate
^•'that a certain lady was in the parlor,
quite.-within earshot.
Wynne raised his eyebrows in an ex
pressive manner, and glanced over his
shoulder at the fair and delicate pro
file which the open window framed,
"Ah!" he exclaimed, in German
"So? '-Seller schon, niclit wnlir?".
"Yes, very pretty, the little rustic,"
Ritchie implied, in the same tongue,
which they continued to speak hence
forth. "But her name is Jennie."
"Oh, well. Arose by any—"
"Yes, I know. But," with a look of
disgust, 'that purple calico is too ut
terly—"
"Too, too," Wynne interrupted, with
a laugh. "What a prig you can be
when yqu've a mind to, Jtitcliie. But I
saw her yesterday, -when I thought, lier
about the* prettiest girl I bver met.
Wynne broke in with another laugh.
"Don't. be a fool. She would take to
flirting as a duck does to wfiter. They
All do."
"Did I undocsjtAnd yoiKto say," inter
posed Ritchie, "that she's the old lady's
niece?"
"So I infer. She calls Mrs. Good
rich 'Aunt Nina.'
"Um! And Mrs. Goodrich calls her
'Jinnie'—J mine Gray."
"Call her Jeannette—Miss Jeannette.
Now, by Jove," brightening up, "that
wouldn't be a bad. way to begin. Take
the affair iu hand, Ritchie—do."
Ritchie smiled. He was a very hand
some fellow, and rich, too. Women
were apt to throw themselves at +iis
head.
"Stay, and do your own flirting," he
suggested. "Why can't you stay?"
"Couldn't possibly. Vm up for a
case to-morrow, and—by Jove! I for
got to tell Mr. Goodrich I should want
a team in the morning."
Rit§hretgot up lazily, and together
they sallied forth to the barn.
It was quite dusk when they returned
The givl at the window had gone, but
there was a light in the second-story
front, room, and out into the deepening
twilight floated the soft strains of one
of .Gottsehalk's mosfiflnislied pieces.
A- piano!" Ritchie exclaimed, in
surprise. "Well, Jinnie is the family
prodigy. I suppose, and nothing which
these hard-working people cnu earn is
too good for her.
When the gentlemen came down to
breakfast, the next morning, Farmer
Goodrich's niece was just bringing iu
a plate of mntlins from the kitchen,
and her cheeks were softly flushed.
The coil of wavy brown hair at the back
of her head met Hitchio's entire appro
val but. alas she. still wore an ill-tit
tjng,
o_ld-fashionedgftvtfn
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"THAT LITTLE RUSTIC."
"I am sorry you oan't stay longer,
Bob," Malcolm Ritchie said, regretful
ly.
"I'm qV.ite a*
sorry," his friend Wynno
replied, from behind a think veil of to
bacco-smoke.
"The fishing is really good, as you
know from yesterday's sport."
"Excellent—never caughtfiner trout
and we couldn't have found '^i- better
boarding-place. Besides. Malcolm, for
a flirting man like you, the facilities—"
lIt
was after we had come back from fish
ing, when I took a stroll, as you know,
in which you were too lazy to accom
pany me. Well, as I was coming back,
I saw, at the foot of the garden, sonio
bodv up a tree. It was this niece. She
had mounted a ladder, and was feeding
some little fluffs of birds ii\^a nest I
suppose one where the pafojntsha'3 been
killed. Fortunately, I was not. seon,
and as could watch without. oflfenee her
interest in the little orphans. Th'e
sweet way in which she talked t'ii them,
as if'they could lunlerstanij lier","'was
really charming. Besides, I caught
glimpse of just the neatest ankle in tht
world. My dear fellow, this is your op-~
portunity."
.•"How 80?"'
"To be all alone, in an out-of-the-way
place, with such iiii uncommonly pretty
£irl, wWj Tour well-known proclivities
for flirting, you ought to' score heavily."
"How absurd von sre! I fond of
flirting:? Besides," witiraiva{rof~soL
eiiiiiHy, "it wonhl'ntbe fair to flirt with
her."
Wynne laughed outright. "Do vou
mean on principle Ov. are you, afraid
of the old lady
"Neither. It's the girl herself. She
might take it all in sober earnest—"
of spotted pur­
ple calico.
"Ah," Ritchie exclaimed, "here
come the siren. Miss Gray yon have
cast a spell apon us."
"Sir?" she said, with such a naive up
lifting of lier eyes, such a sweetly un
conscious air, that Bob fairly gasp'ed.
"It was yon who played last night,
wasn't it?" Ritchie asked, jp t'«l!fusion.
"Oil yes,", was the repdj^fesphnse.
"I play every evening."
"Mr Wynne and I were delighted.
We sat on the porch and listened for
over an hour."
"Why didn't you come up?" Jinnie
asked, with the most -unconventional
freedom. "Jnst come up whenevervou
feel like it."
"Yes," interposed the fanner's wife
"jist you make yourself at lipme, Mr.
Ritchie.
(be front
Op there
dew."
"Thanks," Ritcliie murmured, with
out daring to look at Bob, who seemed
to be on the verge of a convulsion.
"My dear fellow" Wynne said, that
morning on the way down to the station,
"as the girls say. it's just too funny for
unything. Only keep me posted how
your flirtation gets on. Think of Mal
colm Ritolyei' and this little rustic."
And he laughed a low,, musical laugh
»f dirisiofl,
Ritchie did not go
room for several evenings. When at
last, he did, his knock interrupted one
of Chopin's sweetest nocturnes. Miss
Jinnie was seated at the piano. She
wore a brown calico dress with red
flowers in it -n dress even more hideous
than the purple spotted one.
"Ah, comeiu," she said, lookiug
around, but not rising. "You are always
welcomo here, as Alintio says but
when you .come, you mustn't expect me
to talk ,for I can nover talk when I
play."' As she said this, she whirled
a'r^mid.on the piano-stool, amulet, her
hands droop softly qu tho .keys, in a
kind of caress.
It was Mendelssohn firsj, and.then
Mozart, and Liszf and Betiiovcn./ As
Ritchie glanced fi'oiii. the sweety rapt
face to tho supple white lingers,.gifted
with such i\n ex()uj!jite touch,1 lie b%an
to think 'Uijit, lie had stumbled over a
social phenomenon.
"But, with all this"' Ijg wrote to Bob
Wynne, "she! is wholly devOffl of tfuste in
personal adornment. Her dresses are
appalling her shoes are an anachron
ism. You ask about the fishing.
There's plenty of trout still, but I
haven't been out much yet except with
Miss Gray-., Now .don't make much
more of this fact than you've aright to,
which isn't much. Sho has a passion for
spring-flowers, and grasses, andfgA^t
sort of thing and help her to eourW,
them. Farmer Goodrich has a rickety
old buggy which he lets us havo now
and then.'. The unelft and aunt will.do
anything for "Jinnie." •.
"You seem to haVo quite forgotten
tho original purpose of your stay there,"
Wynne wrote in .reply. "Three weeks
have passed tiiope I left you, and you
are still driyiug: Miss Gray'about the
country, instead-df catching trout,_ and
sending me a lot, as yon promised. I'm
afraid your old weakness bus overcome
you, and that you are flirting agaiu.
Don't break the poor girl'fe heart."
"You speak too late," wis the reply.
"Angling is- now quite out of the ques
tion. I have assumed the sacred duties
of companion to an intere.sting.auvalid.
To be explicit-, Bob, tho buggy had the
kindness to go to* pieces, on the road,
and it was mv privilege to rescue Miss
Gray from tiie wreck. Slio hurt her
foot—quite a small foot too, Bob, in
spijfo of the shot1, aiid—well, it was very"
interesting. The doctor says she may
be eonlined to the lounge for a fortnight,
/fieture me, at present, as her d.evoted
'attendant. I read and talk to lier by
the hour. She'does flirt. Bob. How
the little rustic learned, 1 don't know
I suppose it comes by
:nature,
as you
said. TJldeed, I think she understands
it better than any girl I ever saw, for I
can't, for tlie life of me. presume upon
a single privilege. I have said to her
"-BtFnnrw.tllesoftesl -'.n-TTTterud
but, upon Iny .s6\ll, 1'dnO hiore* think of
taking her band than I'd think of flying."
TJtS and wecUs slipped l»j% and
Malcolm wa." .still installed at FtirjHer
Goodrich's. In the l*!dr WtKiie'liegan
to be seriously coiicerned for him, and
wrote to inquire "what lie was doing
with himself."
It was one bright and unseasonably
warm afternoon, that Malcolm came iu,
in a gleeful mood.
"I've raked up a buggy. Miss Gray,"
he said "a buggy that won't break down,
and, if you like, we can take a drive along
the river."
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"A last driy^" Jinnie
,said,
smiling,
as sho toyed \rith a letter wli'icli We Ii^-Jd'
in her hand.
"I hope not the very last," said Mal
colm, lightly.,
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"The very last.'I'm afraid," she an
wuc^d, with a peculiar 'sweetness. "I
havea summons to Baltimore."
Malcolm looked very much disappoint
ed.
"You have friends in Baltimore?" he
said suggestively,
"Oh. yes! I went to sehool there, vou
know." i.
"I am very sorry you are going," he
said, awkwardly—more awkwardly than
he ever said anything iu his life. "We
have had such a pleasant time at
least, I have enjoyed it."
"And 1, too," slies answered softly.
"But the lishing is pretty well over,
now."
"It wasn't the fishing that kept me
here so long," he ventured quite boldly
and Jinnie blushed like a rose.
"I can understand that," she hastened
to say "I never knew a more delight
ful place to idle ill."
'The buggy is here. Miss Gray," he
said, walking ir the window, and
then back again. "Allow me to take
you down."
hen he had her beside him, alone,
on the river road, he turned to her and
said:
You are one of tlie'most baffling
persons I ever met. Miss Gray.'"
She laughed and there was a sudden
flash ill her eleai hazel eyes.
"You have fliYMil with me unconscion
ably," he continued.
"As to that." sheanswered, coolly. "I
think Mr. Ritehethall did 110 more than
you desired."
Any other woman would have blushed
and denied it. Her manner ef receiv
ing" the accusation gave anew turn to
his thoughts.
"Yet you stand wholly uncommitted,"
he said, discontentedly.
"That is as it t.houl'd be! Otherwise
I should not have taken up such a
.dan
gerous amusement. We have flirted,
of course. What else could we do, un
der the circumstances
"Nothing half so interesting but—
excufte me, if I presume too much—
where did you learn to manage a situa
tion so adroitly?"
You forget that I was educated in
Baltimore."
But school-girls have no opportu
nity of acquiridg suoh finesse."
'Some women are born with it, Mr.
Ritchie."
"I believe they nre. But what
would yon havo done, Miss Gray, if I
had followed up your favors, aud asked
yon to marry lae?"
"The case is not to lie supposed,"
she said, with the best of countenance.
"You liavt* uioro sense but if yon
hadn't had, of course I should have "re
fused yoa unconditionally."
"But suppose," he nrged, bending
w-^
a®Sf,« «v*ft
forward eagerly to catch lier reply,
"suppose I had gotten be
von mv depth
—that—"
"Excuse me, Mr. Ritchie," she said
glancing up, aud then down again, hail
in pique, half in nmusefnent "I have
been abroad, and I have picked up a
little learning, too."
She had finished this speech in Ger
man, so pure: and A At that Maleomh
stared. Then, like a|Pjftve, the recol
lection lushed Over Imn of all I10 and
Wynne had said that*, evening on the
front porch. She must have heard and
understood it all,
''I have behaved like a donkey!" he
blurted out and the color fairly flamed
iu his face.
A demure little smile twinkled about
the corners of her mouth.
"Can you ever pardon so much con
ceit, and presumption?" he said, in
penitential tones.
"I will think about it."
"Yon have had your revenge," ho
went 011, quite desperately, and then he
tried to take her hand, but she wa",ed
it out of his reach.
"Bitte, Herr Ritchie. sie nic.ht so
freundlich."
Malcolm caught up the reins and
tnrned tho horse so abruptly that the
buggy almost upset.
"Certainly," he said, driving lmck at
a rapid rate. "I have 110 right to ex
pect any mercy at your hands."
"How'absurd you are! Don-'t let us
quarrel. It is not worth while. I am
going away to-morrow."
"To-morrow?" lie exclaimed, with a
start, and then he grow quite pale but
said no'more.
They drove back in silence
The next morning when he came
downstairs, her trunk was in the liall,
lockod and strapped, all ready for the
morning train. It was an immense
Saratoga, on the end of which he read
the following address:
Miss GIXKTKA GIIAY,
Baltimore, Md.
As he stood there staring at it, Jinnie
came down stairs, mid then Macolm did
feel-queer.
Sho wore a travelling dross, which
had no kinship whatever with the' pur
ple calico. It was 11 stylish suit of olive
green camel's hair, beautifully embroid
ered in silk of a lighter shade, and fit
ting her graceful form to perfection. A
picturesque hat, heavily laden with
plumes, drooped over her face her feet
were shod in dainty French boots, ai\d
she was just in tlie act of drawing
0n
a paii- of long chamois glove*.
Somehow, all at oneo HitVhie com
prehended that sh£
a8 movf, at
i!0me
in this elegant eosti'.ine than in the odi
ous calico ilrt»ss" she had been wear
ing.
"Good 'liiorning," sho said, with a
slight ikwliou her checi^
an.d
alter a added.
''•I have something to sav to vi^i^Mr.
Ritchie."
Malcolm followed her' into the sitting
room uiul closed the door.
"I have to confess," she said, trying
to smile away her embarrassment.
"Sir. Ritchie, I—I have deceived you.
It was because of—of what you said to
Mr. Wynne that evening. This is not
mv home at all. I live 111 Baltimore."
He leaned against the mantle with a
sense of complete demoralization.
"Mrs. Goodrtbh is not my aunt-," sho
went 011, rapidly, "she was my nurse,
wliejr I was a child, and Thave always
called hw Aunt Nina. I fffn quite fond
of. her. and I often come here when I
ajn tired of society .(ind city-life, I only
arrived here the day before yon did,and,
as'my trunk was delayed, I had te bor
row some of Aunt Nina's dresses.
Then, after I heard all you said,Imad»
up my mind to—"
"I have been a fool,'" Malcolm cried,
and there was somethingin his face that
fprbnde.her to triumph over him. "But
'hotlrint?'could be more complete than
your revenge. You have, taught me to
love you. I can never be. happy with
out you, and to think that I should
have thrown away every chance I had
iu the world!"
His face was iw» pale as death his
voice quivered in passionate- despair.
She had not dreamed that he really
loved her.
"Mr. Ritchie !'r «jic cried, in astonish
ment. "I—"
"Good-bye!" lie,said, abruptly, hold
ing out to lier a lihnd that shook like a
leaf. "You are not at all to blame. It
was my own foil/. Forgive me. Miss
Gray. I was a conceited coxcomb, aud
it serves me right."
Unable to control himself, Malcolm
turned qnicklv, and started for the door.
But he paused ere he had reached 'it,
as tlipugh his strength, both'-of mind
and body, had failed him utterlyT'
Covering his face with liis- hands, he
cried, in a hoarse and broken voice
"Forgive me!"
Then her -serenity vanished all in an
instant. A beautiful blush overspread
her face, and she held outlier hand with,
a most angelic" smiletso Malcolm
thought).
"Don't go!" she -whispered softlv.
"I will forgive ycm."
Ritchie could hot believe his own
ears. It seemed to him that he heard
only the echo of his own -wish.
"You do not—yoti cannot mean—
he stammered.
"Yes I do," she answered, demurely.
•'Don't make me say it over again. It's,
so embarrassing."
Then Macolm eaught her iit his
arms.
•'This is almost too much,'''he-oricd
passionately. "Oh, my love, my love!"
Macolm married Miss. Gray just a
year after that, and Bob Wyune was
"best man."
A quarrel in the Baptist Chureh at
Ada, Ohio, on Sunday, was only stop
ped by the interference of the police.
One of the deacons of the church de-.
clared the election of an Assistant]
Superintendent of the Sunday sekool
null and void, whereupon the saperin
tendent shook bin fist under .the deacon's
noso and ordered Uin* to sit dowi^. The
two factions then Ijec&tye very boister
ous, and the quarrel continued tt^-aUgh
the day. In the eTOnin&the police put
w* end to the disgraceful proceodisgs,
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NUMBER 49.
A FAZTHFVX. WATCH.
Tb« Boonomlo Advantages of WonDof.
From tho Boston Transcript.
_"Dul I ever t^ll you about my stone
dog?" asked Bigfesj1
'They all declared that he never did. (^s. -V
"Well," said Biggs, "I had moie fnu ,,
out of that dog than any man ever got
'of a dozen,dogs, When I bought my
place, you know, I looked around for
something to ornament the grounds
with, and I happened to hit upon a fel- jgfesi.
low who had a big stone dog that heist's..
was willing to soil cheap. I didn't sup- ^5$ i-sp-i
poso then that: I 'was going to get so
much fun out of tho thing if I had
anticipated one-tenth part of tho sport
that was in storo lor me. I would have
given three times as much as I did rather
than not get the critter. .*•.. 5
"I had the. dog planted near the far
ther end of the front walk, so that he
could be seen from the street gate, and
whore ho looked for all tho world jnst
like a dog of flesh aud blood taking a
quiet nap. I didn't think much about
him at firsts except to flatter myself that
his presence gave a sort of atone to my
establishnient,- suggesting to tlie passer-.
by that a man who could afford a stone
dog must have a pocketful of rocks yoa
know. 'i
"But one evening I was sitting at the 1
front window, enjoying my pipe, when'-:
a peddlor stopped at n? gate. He
opened it half way gave a little start,
shut it again very carefully, tiptoed for
a rod or two, and then ran off as though
tho Old Harry was after him. I could'nt
understand this for a minute or ^two
finally I thought of thui, stoiie dogJ
Then it came to me what:av treasure ij
possessed. I
"Aud that was only the beginning of
the fun. I suppose during-that week I
saw no less than a dozen fellows gQjj
through tho same pantomime. Before
this my establishment had appea^d to
be a favorite house of call
beggars, peddlers, old elo' driers and
organ grinders in the
they all stopped atgate. Not one
of them ventured It would hare
done your *oui good to see the fright-
e!i?
-T.iters stoji-short and then go
on the double qhick. I
"I guess it got noised among the
transient fraternity that Biggg kept a
dog with a ravenons appetite for ped
dlers and beggars. At all events, there
wasn't one came near the house after
that dog had been there two or three
weeks. The last one I saw W'HS an old
lady. From her ner^a'cenOy, I reckon 7.
8lu-
Slie opencrl tjie gat^, wftitfeil.
iipparmitlv to sec if thatdogmeant 1ms
inoss. As the ddfc,' didn't spring at hfit^
b'he opened ker umbrella,
with it rush, thinking' to frighteh him:
awav-fButthafcjlqg didn't, scare wortl
a cenl The# 'Mo trfeh" cpaxiafip
dodge, 'lfoggy,'she caitov,1 ,m Per8tta"i
sive tones, 'poor doggr, Bv^-® ®°88y«
Carlo, Rover. Liont' fiut stenu
doR wasn't to be wheedled into *'"end
ship. He lay there as dogged
Tho old lady exhausted every
-she could think of to coax or to frig
the cur but there he lay with bis hei
on his outstretched paws, looking
asleep or already for a spring, just
one happened to fanoy. The old lady
had to give it np finally, but she held
the fort -than any of the reat of
them. ....
"Why,' that dog has paid for- himself
over an'd over again. I don't know, how
mnch he saved me when he scared tite -.
"6Id- lidy liway, and nobody can reckon
how mifny coats and tronser* he kept
out of the liatads of the vase men. Mrs.
Biggs, you know, is just gone on
vases and if one comes in her way she
will have it even, if she has to sacrifice
my entire wardrobe, But the biggest
saving was in fruit. The boys used to
come around to sample my pears and
apple*, but a* soon as they got a sight
of that stone' dog they scattered. Oh I'
what fun I have had watching them..
And you should have sedh the way
tho cats would get their backs np ji/*-"-1*
that dog! How they would spit, and
how they would scamper np the nearest
tree, and sit there
twatching.
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a good 'cllancfc, run down again and
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It'-was fun, too, to see the do$£
nransum. They would come along,
and when they saw my stone dog, they
would jump over, tlie fence .ftpd U"y '-'ail
sorts of dog ways to mal{.e.friends wjtli
him but to, all their blandishments he
paid not the slightest attention. Bbjno
would show fight, and' come at liim /Sw
snorting and growling but l)p stood hia
ground so well that th6y d£bi't dare to
come too near, and when they turned
tlieii backs, they kept their heads over
their shoulders, as though they expect
ed he would be on to th^m every min
ute. Some of tlio dogs, -who had come
to be so sociable and friendly, finding 1
that their advances were met with stony
indifference, walked a&t with an air of
offendel pride, as muclr as to say, "Oh,
very well, you needn't notice us if yoa
don't want to guesit we are
you, any day in the week
timid little fellows^ woold steal up on
their bellies until they got within a
couple qf rods of my dog, and'then,
their courage forsaking them, they would
turn tail and- tcsurr.v down the walk,
kicking up clouds of dust and making
the air musical with their ki-yies.
"Y^' said .Biggs, after stopping
few moments to laugh over the acenen
that came to lut) mind, "if you wont te
have fun buy a stone dog. There's noth
ing like it." $
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publish school books, but fire oft -thei)*
do two-thirds of all the busiBem. 'tEKe
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