Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1871-05-31

Il know it's Kit and Tom." said jess,
but where did they go to so quick p
That's the question, whispered Tom.
They hang another, guess, said Lo-
rette | haven't had any yet
The little mink doubtless knew she had
good reason to expect one.
Here the father was heard ordering them
into the house-and to bed
This times the RUBBER whispered
Tom. 81 do hope Old Jock won't come
out, or Scoge either he almost smelled US
out
We waited full half hour. There was
too much at stake to make time any object.
Then, with trembling and palpltation, we
edged round for the third and last time;
but ere Tom could pin on the basket, the
door was opened with jerk, and savage
grab made with big brawny hand. We
sprang away like cats, traversed the garden
and dlved into the crib. Scoge was after
US. too, his great ugly head entered with US
but knock on the nose with the pestle made
him withdraw it and we got the door to,
aud hasped it. But the racket thus made
had betrayed us; and Scoge, too, was now
worrying at the crib.
"Gone into the corn crib !" shouted little
Dan, running up.
Into my corn crib!'i exclaimed his faith
er, stumbling out through the currant bush
es. Hold EN-, Scoge Hold EN- !"
Were in for it now !" gasped Tom,
''and no mistake
But the girls didn't come OUT that was
one comfort.
And they've hasped the door, too, -
cried Dan, trying it.
80, they want to stay, do they? ?" chuck
led the old man. Button the door, Dan
They shall stay till tomorrow Whose boys
are they? p
Dan didn't know
Whose boys are YEP
We kept quiet it wouldn't mend matters
to confess now.
Won't talk, will ye? Go get the goad
stick, Dan. I'll make EN- talk
Dan brought the goad, long white oak
one, with fearful brad, made from an old
aSl. We knew that goadstick, and shud
dered
You little sixties !" growled Old jock,
chnks. and prodding at random. See if
you won't talk - Tom got the first pricks,
and squawked and screeched, in spite of
himself.
"Old Zack Edwards boy, if | live, 'mut-
tered the old wretch ''V oice just like old
Zack's. -
20, don't, father, don't hurt them so -
pleaded jess from the window.
You go to bed. gal Now. who's t'other
one ?" bradding recklessly into the corner
where was crouching.
Heavens how yelled.
''Oh, ho, laughed he, ''the old Deacons
son. sure's the world. Might have brought
him up better" Bradding again. Take
that, you Deacon's son! How does that
taste?'
''Now don't, fnther; please don ~ cried
Cad, coming into the garden.
$50 back, gal Stepv'
Cad vanished
Now" continued he, with few fare
we'll prods at US, you stay here till morn
ing" And with this pleasant good night
he left US, cribbed.
This was rather rough usage from man
whom we had fond hopes OF making our
fatherin-law, certainly. But we had to
stand it. We couldn't even get out OF the
crib for it was staunch one, and couldn't
be burst. And that old button was a most
incorruptible one. No amount of lingering
through the cracks could stir it hair
breadth
Kit, we IRE in a dreadful scrape," said
Tom.
"A dreadful scrape," said |. Several
hours passed We didn't say much; we
were profo undly taken down, and sat look
ing at the stars through the cracks. Despite
the general misery of the situation, | was
dropping off to sleep, when whisper from
Tom reused me. 4 little dusky figure was
stealing out through the lilacs, stopping to
listen at every step.
Its Jess said Tom.
'Lorette," said l.
And it was Lorette. Tip toeing noise
lessly up to the door, she hastily turned
the button, then darted away through the
garden into the house.
1t is needless to add that the good turn
turn of the buttonl was fully appreciated,
and that we made ourselves scarce forth
with
The likeness of Silas Wright will be the
vignette of the new $50 Treasury bonds,
Edward NJ Stanton of the 500 bonds,
Thomas Ii. Benton of the $500 bonds, ex-
President Harrison of the S 900 bonds.