Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1870-12-23


I'm VERY sorry, Sir," Stokes, said
again, shedding many tears.
rs this the treep
Yes, Sir, that the tree"
And Ciara's last letter is-up there now,
ehS In that hole? Now no more lies n
"Yes, Sir in that hole" ~
"How on earth do you get at it?'
"Master Huskisson climbs up there, Sir,
for his answers. I'll go up and fetch
down Miss Clara's letter in mint"
There was small epistle of his own he
wished to obtain as WE'LL perhaps; or it
was possible that his noble mind had sug-
gested some scheme TO save dear Claras
missive from sacrilegious eyes. But Mr..
Rowley suspected this old servitor.
"Stop where you are, Stokes - he roared
forth; I'm have no more. of your monkey
tricks. Give me back" LtD sgEA
"Give you wot, Sir"
bend your back, you rascal and I'll
jump on it, and get the letter myself"
"Juinp on it, repeated Stokes, with O
look of dismay at Mr.. Rowley's portly
figure; sit don't strike me that can bear
your weight, master"
1t will be only for al-minete," rsaid Mr.
Rowley, quite, brutally ;tand if 4 break
your back, it will serve you right enough.
no more of this nonsense" 80
Mr.. Stokes resisted no farther. He made
his back as if about to commence a game
at leap-frog with a justice of the peace
and with more agility than~I had given
Mr.. Rowley credit for, the guardian was
aloft, and within an inch Or two of our
letter-boX.
ooh, lor shall you be. long, Sir?" asked
Mr. Stokes, groaning softly 10 himself
"Raise your shoulder, you rascal a little
more" cried his employer.
Stokes did so, and from my hiding place
l saw the hand of Mr. Rowley strive, with
some editficulty-for it was a fat, equity hand
l have already said--to force itself into
that casket, which had contained SO many
of dear Clara's epistles. Samuel Rowley
was an excitable man for he swore little
in his efforts, and turned very red, and
moved his feet restlessly upon poor Stokes s
back. boa o -~-+~+~-. " S@~
"I have got it! he cried at last. "The
artful jade-the cunning, plotting little
mink. to serve her own guardian in this
Ohp p 1000 T EGN2H
whats the matter, Sir"
"Wait moment, Stokes-don't shake
oh, lor, have mercy upon u.s. Oh, dear
what is to be done 2" fuuuiN ri
"Is any think partickler the matter, Sir
Not hadder, | hope, ora nest of sarpents
or any thinkT" and old Stokes hid his
head little mOre-tucked in his tuppenny
we called ii at shool--tO conceal his laugh
ing and sardonic countenance.
"No, Stokes; it's something much
worse, I'm sorry to say" ''
b., "Wus, Sirsn .eaid- Stokes, who left of
laughing Immediately. Gt.Gb q
Yes IL can't get my hand out!"
"The deuce you can't, Sirl" cried Stokes
"It's twisted somehow, or swollen, OF
the wood has gripped me. Wait md
mept, Stokes Oh, it's all up with me
"Take it quiet, Sir Keep cool or you'll
never do it--don't' hagitate yourself; bu
for mercys sake look sharp. I'm a crack
ing. = - -r. t.tr
SDon't move, Stokes as you are man
don't move If you were to drop,j1 car
not imagine what would become of me
It will be all right in a minute"
( SNAKE. it Jess, If you can, \ groaned
Stokes; "all the blood's got into my heac
onul oh, lor, what is to be done5 Are
you out, Sir'"
MNo, I'm not; I'm fixed, Stokes. I'm q
dead man if you moves / am indeed"
Stokes burst into tears, and howled with
all his might and Mf.fRowley shouted
great deal, and syoFe o great deal too
Stokes would have run foi il, probably, fol
he was succumbing fast to the dead weigh
above him, had not Mr.. RoWley held hin
by the throat with his boots, and fixet
him too In another moment Ihhd sprung
to my feet, and was rushing to the rescue
I ~ i am really vcry sorry. Mr. Rowley
can be Of any assistance2
aAsslstahco, lyou1 1-yout young dev--
Yes, you can, my dear child Run fer
ladder, andA saw or something, as Quiel
as lightning, TO the house"
Hi-hi-hollo" shrieked Stokes, as
prepared to obey Mr. Rowley's commands
don't run como here, and let me run, o