Weekly Trinity journal., 1875-03-13
sEACSTINGER'S ROY.

Sometimes, when he is very busy,
MacStingcr don't have time to go home
to dinner, and MacStinger's boy carries
the dinner to him in one of those wonder
ful little tin pals. One day MacStng-
er's boy happened to intercept the school
children as they were going up State
street from the Sullivant school building,
and he stopped to exchange observations
with some of the boys.
"Hey, Johnnie How dye git along
now ?" said the boy, with the easy indif-
ference of a man of the world, who left
school ages ago, and has bills and house
hold expenses on his mind, but preserves
tender recollcctions of mumble-peg and
other youthful indscretions.
Johnnie returned the salutation with
somewhat of modest pride in his demean-
or, as became one who was singled out
for special attention from the higher pow
ers, and the two boys at once became the
center Of an admiring circle Of something
under thousand school boys. " / can't
complah-how do you find yourself Y'
said Johnnie.
"Oh, kind Of moderate like" said the
boy, drawing a cigar from his pocket,
and lighting it with bacchanalian air.
I" What y got there ?" inquired a
butchers boy, pushing his way through
the crowd, with light-stepping dog at
his heels, who seemed to take a morose
view of things, as if he had been disap-
pointed in love, and looked at life thro'
Byron collar.
Its pas dinner" said MacStinger's
boy, with shaken confidence. " l must
get it to the old man in time or there will
be trouble in the family" and he started
up Fourth Street casting wistful giances
at the misanthropic-lo looking dog.
Did " ever notice what bully Gym
balls y can make out of a tin bucket like
that ?" inquired the butchers boy, tax
ing the pail out Of the MacStingcr boys
hand. Then he laid MacStinger's din
ner near by, and putting one hand thro
the handle of the cover and the other
through the handle Of the bucket, began
rappng the cover against the bottom OF
the pail, after the manner Of playing
cymbals, marching along like n brass
band. The boys all fell in and marched
after the butchers boy, singing the "Mul-
ligan Guards"
The butchers boys dog cast discon-
tented look at the proceedings, and then
went up and smelled at old MacStinger's S
dinner. lie stood on his hind legs re-
| hecting a minute over it, then cautiously
bolted it in two gups. Then he sat down
on stump of a tail, looking pious and
forlorn, as if all was vanity and vexa-
ton Of spirit.
The boys took martial turn up the
street and came back, looking refreshed
in body and mind.
Hello ~ cried the butchers boy,
the dinners gone Tige must "a swal-
lowed it.
Tige looked up in his masters face
mournrully with one eye, as if he belong
ed to the crusaders, and thought there
was entirely too much ruin in the land
from reckless indulgence in the flowing
| bowl.
MacStinger's boy looked the image Of
despair, nervously moving his right hand
up and down, and rubbing it over tho
lower part Of the spinal column with an
distracted air, as if vainly trying TO re-
call painful incident Of personal biogra-
ply which had partially slipped his
memory.
"I'll show you how we'll pay him of
for it" said the butchers boy, with sud
den decision in his manner. He put a
few pebbles in the bucket, then whipped
out string from his pocket and APP
preached the dog, making loop knot
The loop was slipped over the stump OF a
tail which wagged defiance TO wicked
world, then all the boys set up a stimuli
taneous yell. The dog gave one bound
then settled down to business. The last
seen of him he was going down Fourth
street, with crowd Of boys after him.
The details of tho interview between
MacStinger and the boy have not been
received.