River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1876-08-03
EGG HUNTING.

cldp--tdSLs UDNn Tue dusty road
comes, Tim, the hotel chOTe boy, urg.
ing poor, lean, many-ribbed DObbin to
his utmost speed. The boys short, fat
legs are flying ungracefully from each
side Of the animal, and his loose Jacket
seems uncertain as to which portion of
the dumpy figure it was first intend.
ed to fit. On they came, the horse and
! rider, and now Mrs. Grey drops her
broom, fOrgets the dust upon the
| kitchen floor aud rushes to the gate
with wondering eyes.
"Seen anythin' of a little gal reound
\ these parts = yells Tim, excitedly.
Eyer amt crazy, be ye, Tim Blake :"
is her reply 's'pose hey; no cause
fur you to scare honest folks in this
way dashin' down the road like all
| possessed.
J 'G'upl g'longl" is Tins only re.
I Spouse, and Mrs. Grey chokes with the
Dust kicked up by the flying Dobbin's
loosened shoes.
Never did see the beat of that are
! 10y - mutters the farmers wife,
| turning back to her broom and vigor-
ously attacking the kitchen floor again.
Meanwhile Tim is out of sight and u
farmer with two hungry little sons
| comes down from the meadow, expect.
ing every minute to hear the welcome
| toot of the dinner-horn. And bark
there it sounds clearly on the soft air.
And the three thus summoned quicken
their steps to find the wife and mother
awaiting them IN the doorway.
Guess what happened, mother "
cry the two boys in a breath, Little
gals lost up to the hotel. Awful time
every ones hunting her up, and-and
oh, luddy "
Between the two, who interrupt
each other during this narrative con.
tinually. Mrs. Grey eomprehends the
cause of Tins strange. mad gallop and
pulling question.
la, now! that Tim Blake rid by
here like mad while ago and ] larfed
at him when he asked ie q gal was
round here. Is if emmy one didn't
know never had darter-only boys,
more's the pity -
"Wall, you see wife, says the farlA.
/ er, dipping his face in the clear, cold
/ water placed in the basin before him, =
you see, me and the boys was turn
/ ing of the hay in the upper medder,
when (another dip of his head) we see a
crowd rmlin up the road y0nder
( trutb- serUb with tho coarse towel that
made his bronzed face shine) Jack, he
run over and asked the matter. uIere.
| Tom, dump this water give US kiss
now, mother) and found out that Mis-
sumbody or ruther up TO the hotel
city lady, you know-had lost her
young 'un = gal bout five year old or SO.
\ lot of lulkin' thieves, gipsies, had
been prowlin' round there. and folks
said she'd mos likely been took off by
EN-. Anyhow, the lady's in an awful
condition OF scare ana takin' ON 10 kill
Now then for dinner ! come boys"
Meanwhile at the hotel half.frantic
mother wept and bewailed the loss of
her baby the darling who had never
before left her side, scarcely her arms.
Everything pointed TO the belief that
! the child had been stolen by gypsics.
: for one of the latter had been scoffed
T at and insulted by the servants that
, morning, and il was supposed the wo-
| man had thus reyenged herself So
S Tim Blake had been sent in one direc.
+ tion while others started i'm haste along
I other routes but the day wore on and
Y one by one the searchers returned
+ without news. At three O'Clock the
stage came rumbling up and the driver,
. IN answer to inquiries, said he chad
a seen a lot Of thievin' vagabonds a
4 good piece beyond the toll.bridge, but
e didn't see no child with them" The
i mother wept afresh at this discOurag,
h ing news. Where could her darling
n Mary be wandering o who would
J.. find her lost babyl" Thus she implor
+ ed in piteous tones while the sym,
5 pathizing crowd of bOarders land
f hangers-on. as are always To be found
IS ut a hotel.) tried various ways to com
S fort her. But five O'Clock came drcar
B.. ily soon and still no news of little
$ May, when Tim Blake at last returned
and told his story as follows:
IS yer see. flew like blazcs artel
IS them scomdrels-(here, YOU Bob Hunt
e y0u just let my 'orse be, will YOU !!
!. and 10y ny ! seen 'em near Marston !,
e place, t'getler side the tavern. Il say
7 stop that now. Bob. or / II make We q
:, kicking a soled bare foot ut the small
a sized Bob White, who was slyly
q tickling the mounted orator with a
straw. And | seq, sez !, Hold up,
gyps and they seq, turnin round
Hold up yerself. yer scarecrow = but
Tim Blake can't be scared 10y such q,
them, NJ sir And ser ! back again
'iou just gin up that ere young IN
i what don't belong to verso. nov
i Midland 49,
; "Thcn they licked YOU, Tim Blake
Z yer know they did. cause yer trOuser,
{ Is all torn ! see EN-. interrupted Ia,
hero of the straw. pointing to a por.
Q ton Of Tim'S clothing that betrayed
n his rough usage from the hands of the
. gypsies.
"rooh rried Tim. growing red in
\ the face. Il was sartain they hadn't
i no child and So ! turned my 'orst
e home agilG Wait till | catch YOU
i alone, Bob sure's live and breathe,
Z so now with which awful threat
= Tim skunk ont Of sight and poor Mrs,
;. Blossom was borne fainting to her
$ room
z Another start was taken after the
Z lost child and other mothers with pits.
!. lug hearts and arms closely folded
< about their own safe little ones
Z whispered suftl, together in an al.
joining rom
d Come bows. rs about spry now.
{ Get them eggs from the white hen s
/, nCs, heard her cackle moren an
y hour ago Well get the market eggs
p IN and tatherll take EN- over airly in