The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1874-08-07
Sanlny's Arrest.
a TRUE STORY.

Sammy was bright, dear little fell
low as one would wish to see. His
parents never thought boys were
Troublesome the way-more bother
than they were worth no. indeed, they
were as proud of him and his brother
as they could be, and wanted them to
make good and useful men. So, as a
beginning, when Sammy was nine years
old his papa took him into his store as
leash boy Sammy was delighted
with the change from school he got
very tired sometimes, but he braved it
out and never made any complaint. He
had, however, one fault which grew
upon him, his papa was afraid would
spoil him for business if INDUCED in
a fault, if You can call it such, that
every child should possess in greater
or less degree, that of a desire or
curiosity to see and know everything
that was going on. Now Sammy got so
he ran TO the store door at every I'M
usual noise. Sometimes he went out
on the sidewalk in his eagerness to see
and hear it might be an organ grinder
he might have a monkey (what boy
could miss such a sight p or perhaps it
was u DbllNAs VI llb--NuItlN II kICdb
temptation to a boy. Well, the trouble
was Sammy would get out so far he
could not hear the rat-tat-tat of some
clerks pencil, or the call of cash, !"
consequently there was some dissatis-
faction. Sammy, however, was always
so willing and pleasant when he did
hear that all were ready to forgive his
negligence. One day there was a sol
der without any legs and only one
arm on the street corner, and he had a
real lively monkey all dressed up like a
soldier. 1t was too much for Sammy :;
he could not see it as we'll as he wanted
to from the store door, so, hatless, he
slipped across the street for |" iust
minute, he thought. But the minutes
flew and flew; he was so delighted
with the funny pranks of the monkey
that he did not realize how fast the time
passed. His papa was watching him,
and thought II he stayed reasonable
time he would not say anything. AS he
did not return to his post, his papa,
spying the City Marshal, called to him
and whispered:
Ct want you to go across the street
and arrest Sammy Just enough to scare
him. He has had bad habit of leav-
ing the store without permission, and /
want to break him of it,
ooh fe - said the Marshal. 81
don't want to touch Sammy why, he's
a favorite OF mine he's only little
fellow, let him alone"
Mr.. Clay insisted; so the Marshal
was soon at Sammy's side, and, grasp
ing him firmly by the arm, said:
You must go with me-.
Sammy gave one look at his captor's
face and began to struggle and try to
get away.
81 haven't done anything wrong"
he said "please let me 60 Why, I'm
Mr.. Clay's boy work in the store !;
you know papa, don't you ?"
"Wel, well, it makes no difference
1 can't have idle, vagabond boys on the
streets they must go to the calaboose,"
the Marshal said sternly. Sammy's
face was hot and flushed he was
greatly terrified, and he felt it would be
a terrible disgrace to be shut up in the
calaboose.
"Please let me CO." he pleaded.
"I'll promise III never trouble you
again.
:" You PROMISE" said the Marshal.
still keeping his hold.
"Oh yes, sir, replied Sammy, half
frightened out of his wits.
He lodged back to the store his
papa did not notice his return. Sammy
was entirely cured for lounging ; he
made a very prompt, energetic business
man. He never knew until he grew up
to manhood that his papa was the cause
of his arrest and the City Marshal only
in fun.