The Grange advance., 1873-11-12
CHAPTER II.
THE IRON-CARRIER.
By August BLANCHE.


black hands towards Mrs. sStrom4uist
and crying with a weaping, hoarse
voice:
"Dear Mrs. Stromquist, give me my
cap back! give me my cap"
Pay ior the whiskey you took, you
vagabond,' shrieked Mrs. Stromquist,
cutting large piece of meat with her
long knife.
"If I come home without my cap"
continued the boy, " my master and the
journeymen will whip me awfully"
"Does you good, you little thief"
consoled the inn-keeper
"Does it good? Oh, my Lord -
sobbed the boy, / was so whip cd
this forenoon, that haven't got sound
spot on my whole body-look here,
look here and you will see!
At the same time the little chimney
sweep threw s. his jacket and his
ragged, black hirt, showing to the
crowd his nak4 Ia back, covered all over
with strips a! nd bloody gashes. The
guests staggered ,lp from their chairs
and approached the bar to view this
bloody spectacle.
Thousand d." exclaimed a
sailor, while swallowing broiled her
ring without chswing,' Who has beat
en- you 50, you little chimney ghost {? -"
II was sweeping a. chimney in a
house on Horns street this morning."
answered the boy, shivering il Iall
his limbs, partly from pain causf fd lby
taking off his clothes, and partly II I'm
his anxiety about his cap, buA Ay&
see the flue was 50 narrow, that I didn1
dare to 20 up in 1.-THE journeyman
then pricked my feet with pins, CON-
pelling me to 20 up.-I tried, but fell
down, for you see, it was so narrow that
1 couldn't even move my head-then
he beat me with the line, until I
crawled on the kitchen floor like a
worm."
Didn't you tell your master about
it, you black Ole ?" was heard voice
among the crowd.
Certainly, l told the master, but
he then took a thick rope, laying in
the corner and whipped me still worse
TO make me small and thin,' said he"
"Storm and seagate! :" roared the
sailor, leaning his head over the wound.
cd back, licking don't hurt-nev-
or hurt-but to beat a child no longer
than my arm-if had your master
and the journeyman aboard, would
lash them, until their hides would be
like tinder, should compel them to
creep through the touch-hole Of can
non-Mrs. Stromquist hand the boy
his cap, or else it will be chimney-fire
in your nose, before you fall asleep"
"Give ME pay for what you have
got yourself" answered the saloon. keep.
er, look here, sixteen shillings, sailor
Wiger-come give me the stamps or
your ]eathern cap as pledge"
"Hand the boy his cap" cried the
sailor, clinking his hand with two six
pence pieces. " Otherwise will put a
crown starboard of your nose and an
iron collar larboard."
Get away from the bar, boy"
cried Mrs. Stromquist to the little
chimney-sweep, { and get out of here
immediately-it is showing out Of doors,
eand when you get out doors you will
have such white, nice cap for moth
ing, that you will look like an angel of
light" I
Thereupon Nj is. Stromquist tqfhed
to the sailor in order to give hin falsb
good advice, when the two sikAence
pieces, thrown by the hand Pf\tH
sailor, with their crowned hopper
mouths kissed herlips, having the hston-
ishing effect to close them for Whole
minute. But probably thiak&ngshat
actios speak louder than words, she