Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1869-06-03

Elleray tied a towel over his snowy vest,
rolled up his sleeves and prepared for
action.
"Boys, lend b hand.' be cried, authorita-
lively. LET the other fellows do the
dancing-the Committee must be an hand
10 help make up tout ensemble, which
shall teach the girls thing or two. Bring
on your sandwicbes, RasnonG--get the
lemonade ready, Larkins, and
But we haven't any tumbiersr Inter-
tup ed Larkins-"nor plates, nor cupsv
''The--deuGe--we--haven't cried the
chairman of the Comii,ee. why didn't
somebody think of emf
A blank silence ensued-evcrybody
looked at everybody else, reproach-
fully.
1--WE cant think of everything sala
Smith.
"No--of course we can't chimed in
Larkin. They won't expect it-a pic mic
wouldn't be q picnic if psdrle remember
ed everything.
well, bring on the wine, Ferrington;
we can at least drink out of the bottles
suppose the eatables are all brought here,
and vel arrange 'cm at once
Presently Richard Ferrington returned
with puzzled face.
Frank, Where did you put the wine?
can't find it,
Under the Cascade, you goose
"Well, it isn't there
"Pooh. III 60 for 1t myself. You ought
to have brought your spectacles, Dick
But he had N ot turned before Richmond 8
head appeared above the bank,
I'm blessed If can find the basket of
sandw icbes!'
And the bandbox of cake and mac
caroni is gone.' crooked CorDey Daley.
E!leray thrust them aside and dashed
impatiently down the bank.
''Some people don't know how TO use
their eyes, he muttered. "Ir-- halo:
There was the cascade, talking 10 itself
as merrily as ever, and there was the old
Ecmlock, spreading out its drapery of
blacksgreen garments; but that was all.
Wine, fruit, refreshments, had disappeared
utterly.
'Sach lot Of mustard as there was in
the sandwiches groaned Raymond, ey-
eing his bandaged fore6nger.
And my pickles--scme of 'esn as big
round as your arm' added Jack.
It's the champagne that goes TO my
hear sighed LarkIns.
Boys, said Elleray, in husky tone we
have been followed; /. thief has been in
our midst.
And there he II now. see him. shouted
Fcrrlngton, tdmbling head over heels
down the steep bank in his enthusiasm
Thieves. Robbers. Murder.
The musicians abandoned their insiru,
mcnts; the ladies screamed in shrlll chorus
the gentlemen rushed franlicaliy in various
directions, making the shadowv solitudes
Of the old woods ring with their yitupera,
tive shouts.
Here he is.
No he isn't either; it's nothing bu, a
stump
Catch him.
Closo in boys.
And various other war-cries df similar
import, each one infaniing the rage Of the
pursuers to still higher degree.
Here he is, sinking between tue trees.
I've caught him. roared Larkins; and
there WAS crash of some falling body,
Larkins . clinging desperately to his
prey.
It's only the bis bass viol, and Mr.
Larkins has broken it oil to pieces. cried
Miss Creswick, who was first On the scene
of action.
/ knew it was son,ethiny, said Mr..
Larkihs resolutely, and the ladies swarmed
around him as round hero.
Presently Dick Fcrrinton returned, at a
slow and leisureIy. pace, rubbing his
bruised elbows, and vainly endeayoring 10
smooth down the angles of his crushed
bat.
Did you see him, Dick?
Where did he run to?
Was he a small man or large one?
How did he escape?
Who? demanded Air. Fcrrington, rather
brusquely. 1t was only black COW.
And was all this outcry about black
cow and bass viol? demanded Miss
Creswick.
But nobody answered. Perhaps the
gentlemen did not hear. At all events,
there the pursuit ended--a pursuit tt
which no border raid on record can offer
IN exac. parallel.
But when are we 10 have cur supper
the fair little Mrs. Rock, open
ing her violet eyes very wide.
Ladies, said Mr.. Elleray, coufageously
placing himself in the breach, am very
sorry, but-but our supper has been stolen
and all.'
And lot OF the biggest pickles you
ever saw, murmured Marvin, softly.
And peanuts, sighed Mr. Smith.
To sav nothing If varione other vianls