The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-06-08
Hog DOrr Fought.

sWOrd-ln the daytime, mean. he
would have liked to wear it at night
indeed, he tried it once; but as the belt
was indispensable, and that was exceed
ingly rasping and uncomfortable with
night-gown, and as he often rolled upon
the sword itself, and the sword being
hard, hurt his soft, plump side, and his
soft, plump limbs, he gave it up, regret
fully, since it was DORIS belief that
"real truly" soldiers always slept with
their arms on. And Dorr "knew -
for was not his brother Dick a colonel,
and his father general, and his grand
father a general 2
But, then, they had been at West
Point, and got toughened, After he
grew I'D and had been at West Point,
and had undergone discipline, doubtless
belt would not be uncomfortable in
bed, and a sword could be worn with
night-gown
The fancy store in The village where
DORIS papa owned summer mansion,
drove a Furnishing trade during the sea-
son in gilt paper, and wilI-boards, and
tinsels for, once week, at least, the
Young soldier fashioned new stripes and
epaulets one day being sergeant, on
the next a major and then, for days to-
gether, commander in chief United
States army, during which space mamma,
and Trudie, and Soph addressed him as
his excellency. Every stick which he
could hew into the shape of horses
head, became a gallant charger, until
mammals hall was one long, vast stable
mamma blew whistle for reUe5Ile, and
the embryo cadet thought nothing of
turning out at five in the morning, and
splashing into cold tub, especially on
picnic mornings. But Dorr said he was
hardening for West Point and glorious
campaigns.
His greatest anxiety was concerning
these campaigns. "Mamma," he said
to her one day, g fears there's no use
in me growing up !"
"Why, your excellency? It grieves
me to hear that" said mamma.
"'Cause everybody will be lighted out
before that, mamma. Col. Dick says
they settle things now, and not fight"
'5Well, my little son, there will always
be men who must wear swords, to make
people afraid, SO that they will think it
is the safer way to settle without war.
NV little Dorr shall be one of those men,
and great share of the time will be
home on furlough ana stay with mamma.
Won't he like that?"
"No, he wouldn't!'' cried Dorr,
stoutly, swelling up after the manner of
colonies and generals. After turn or
two across the room, he came back to his
mammals knee. "It's likely, though,
thereI be Iniuns. There always are
Iniuns ir this land, Trudie says, and If
they's lasted s'long it's likely they'll
last s'long as I live !; and Dick says
there'l be always war slong there's In
juns I"
sob my little blue-eyed Dorr," said
mamma, wouldn't you care to be
scalped?"
"Why should I care 2" answered
Dorr. 9 Wouldn't my feet be to the
foe"
Mamma could not but laugh at her
stern little man and then she thought
he had better go with the girls in the
garden.
And there he was not q moment too
soon. The sacred inclosure was already
invaded by ruthless hand-a fat, yell
lowish- black little hand, which was
thrust through the paling, evidently af-
ter one of Soph's treasures-the beauti-
full rose pink dwarf dahlia.
Dorr saw it. F'Soph! Soph he's
breaking off your new Mex can Lilliput
dahlia - and headlong went Sergeant
Dorr toward the fence but, half way
there, he tripped in the tall aste1s, and
crushed dozens of mammals choice au-
tumn blooms as he fell.
Soph and Trudie both came running
down the gravel. The boy behind the
paling also ran, or would, had not the
fat arm been thrust in too far for, turn
ing it in haste, it stuck fast, and nov
held him Sergeant DORIS prisoner.
His fall had made Sergeant Dorr very
mad; and, picking himself up, he drove
toward the paling In hot haste. Yor
flower thief them's Soph's flowers
You clear out OF this, or I'll shoot yor
with my sword |"
And the sword was brandished; ani
as Roly-poly couldn't !" clear out, mucl
as he wished, he stayed, his hand still
clasping the stalk of the Sc Mex can Lii
iput." which he seemed unable to lie
go. Seeing that, down came Dorr'
wooden sword upon the arm It was
sturdy stroke, too, SO sturdy that tn
sword bounded and few over the othe
side, where an angry little bare blacl
foot kicked it far out into the road
while the owner of the foot howled will
pain.
sDorr Eastman ~ cried Trudie.
"You cruel. cruel boy!' cried Soph
"He's no business with your flowers
them said Dorr, crowding back al
angry whimper.
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