The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1875-04-07
nov 4 DETROIT sor TURNED PIRATE.


CHAPTER TIRE BOY.
1 He was one af that kind Of boys who need
ed good whipping about twice per week, but
who think they ought not to be whipped more
than once IN two years. His amusement was
sliding down hill on nothing, blufsng some
boys and preparing Cayenne-perper loxenges
for unsuspecting oats He was often heard "a
remark
Things has rot 70 GIT Jpn howl when
Lconidas Is around I =
CHAPTER rI--kr rwrrroHr.
Time, sundown--scene, the interior Of 4
well preserved wood shed. The sound Of blows
and cries rent the solemn stiffness of twilights
mystic hour, and the old man was heard say
ing:
There, guess thnt'll last you for day
or twol" I've put up with your sass as long
as can ~
No rerly-nothing but deep-drawn sobs and
quavering signs.
The old man threw away the strap and
walked into the house, and Leonidas sat on
the corner of an old table to mediate.
CHAPTER III--A BLOODY RESOLVE.
That's the last licking I'll ever take from
any mortal man = whispered the lad, shak-
ing his fist at the kitchen door. "I'll make
the old mar sorry chat he ever faid strap
over his only sonl"
He resolved to run away and become pr
rate | He would sail the raging main, revel
in murder, acquire ducats and then come
home and take revenge on his father. With
Ieonidas to resolve was to execute He en-
tered the house, passed up stairs, and was
soon engaged in making up bundle, consist
ing Of one pair of patched pants one photo
graph Of his girl, one jack-knifc. one cotton
sock, and few walnuts.
The bundle was thrown out of the window,
and then
CHAPTER Iv--LEoNIDAs LOOKS AROUND
the room for the last time. The bedstead
looked familiar, the old blue chest in the cor
ner had Thousand tender memories connect
to hold out its arms and plead for him to stay
81 would if the old man hadn't licked me, !"
answered Leonidas, ssbut IN show him what
kind of coffee-m am.p
He passed down stairs, and halted to em-
brace the baby. He wasn't down on his moth
er, and he gave her sweet smile. He crawl
ed in behind the stove and whispered to the
dog:
aGood-bye, old Samson ! ia like 30 stay
here, but I'm too old to be licked"
And he passed out Of doors, and the wide
wurld was before him.
CHAPTER v-soLEMN THOUGHTS.
Securing his bundle, Leonidas crept into the
back yard to see If it was really best for him
to become pirate. The polar wave chewed
at his ears and Redeemed his nose, and he won
dered If the pirate business wasn't pretty cold
business. He didn't know whether 1t was
best to make for Toledo OF Chicago in order
to become a buccaneer, but he finally passed
through the gate. He walked around the
house several times to catch o glimpse OF his
mother.
CHAPTER VIA RAY OF LIGHT.
! After little time spent In thought, Leoni-
das decided TINT IL his father would agree
never to lick him again, and would give him
90 week to BUY candy, he would not run
away and become pirate. He would go in
and make proposition to the old man, and
| If it should be rejected--farewen to home
! welcome career of BLOOD
| lie went in. No one had noticed his alb
sence, and each face looked as natural as If he
hadn't been gone twenty-eight minutes lie
/ felt some little delicacy about brcaching the
proposition, and, as a " feeleri' he asked the
old man to lend him his knife. 1t was handed
to him and returned aftera while, and Leoni.
das decided to put off making the proposition
until morning. He got into his little bed feel
ing that it was positively his last night, but
the next forenoon he was heard splitting wood
in the back yard and saying to Jack Spar
ling:
"Ive concluded to wait until he ticks me
once more and then nothing can stop me-
nothing on earth. "-tstroit Free Press.