A tame black-tailed deer, the 1
property of W. B. Cowan, was I
wandering around the streets here
i Friday, making acquaintances i
1 among our citizens, and as void of 1
i fear ns could be imagined. It was
a doe, about two years of age. and
j its neck was ornamented with a I
i largo piece of red flannel, to warn ;
i pot hunters that it was donicsti- |
cated. Anything more beautiful
in the line of animal kind, than a '
black-tailed deer, would be hard to
name, and it is to be hoped that
this one will live to a wipe old age.
and have no more cause to fear
mankind than it has now.
The river refuses to freeze this
tine weather, and the small boy is
disconsolate. He consoles him
self with occasional frantic efforts
to sharpen his skates with a rusty,
worn-out file. Just at this stage
he is making heroic efforts to be
good, in anticipation of the fruit
his stocking may beer on Christ
mas night. But no one is taken
in by his sudden reformation, for
they all know that his conversion
I is of a temporary, evanescent char
acter, and that he will soon return
’to his normal condition of utter
depravity after the hollidays, when
there is no longer hope of reward.
Dr. and Mrs. W. L. Johnson
sent an invitation to the Masonic
lodge, Monday evening, to repair
to their hospitable dwelling when
the lodge closed, for the purpose
of enjoying a little music. The
t members accepted in a body, and
■passed a couple of hours in listen-
I ing to music and songs. It was
a great treat, and every one pres
ent pronounced it most excellent.
