Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1876-05-18
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Because She Loved Him.

my heart old Bluebeard would carry
them away and hang them up by
their thumbs, like he did his wives,
that / dol" said Susie Lewis, chang
ing her seat for the fourth time in
five minutes. and settling herself to
read again.
"Who cares what you hate, old
Crosspatch? Besides, Bluebeards
dead; and 1 don't believe he ever
lived" answered Susie's brother, roll
ing cushions and all, off the sofa on
to the floor as he spoke.
MY name is not Crosspatch, 1
thank you; my name is Susanna May
Lewis; and Bluebeard did live, e,wheth-
er you believe it or not / suppose
you believe Daniel lived?" inquired
Susie. Indignantly snatching her
dress out of her brothers reach
who was Daniel?"
"Oi that shows how much atten-
tion you paid to your last Sundays
lesson, Frederick Lewis. Daniel was
judge in Jerusalem-at least
think So"
well, L think you don't know
much more about him than L do"
said Freddy, trying to get his heels
TO rest on the table without altering
his recumbent position.
"Yes, do. He was put into the
den of lions; and that is just where |
wish you and all other boys were
right now," she added, as Freddy
made another dive at her dress.
yes, but you see, Miss Susanna,
Daniel wasn't put into the lions den
for being bad; he was put in because
he was so very good" and Freddy
laid a distinguishing emphasis on
the word very
90, you do remember some of your
lesson. Well, you won't ever be put
anywhere for being good" and Susie
again pushed her chair farther away
from the teasing boy.
How do you know so much, Miss
Smartie? L might turn out to be a
saint yet
at is time you began then, Frrd;
and if you don't stop teasing me I'll
give you something to help you"
what will you give me. Popsy-
Wopsy," said Freddy, pretendin ng
that h. was going to tip her chair
over.
Let my chair alone, Freddy Lewis,
do you hear? Mammal Mammal do
speak to Freddy" called Susie, in
desperation, as Freddy made another
dive at her dress.
20, mamma is down in the kitchen,
making a nice little mince pie for
me; she couldn't come now, Miss
Susie; so tell me how you are going
to help me becoming a saint" said
Freddy, sitting up and aiming a soft
cushion at Susie's book.
First by a real good whipping
that you could not forget for month,
answered Susie. lodging the pillow.
"Are you to give it to me, Pussy
Cat? because il you are / am awfully
afraid" said Freddy, holding up
another cushion between his sister
and himself.
Freddy, il you don't stop tor
menting me, will throw this book
at your head
20, do. by all meansl for if you do,
know if you aim at my head you'll
be sure to hit the door Girls can't
throw straight"
For "A good reason they don't
wish to; it is not laylike.'
Just here Tom Gregor, Freddy's
chief friend, opened the door "Hel-
loi" he cried, Hello, Fred Trotter
says the ice on the pond will bear;
the fellows are i'm for lots of fan
Hurry up! I'll wait at the gate for
you"
Freddy followed him with shout
and bound, and the next instant
Susie heard him calling upon his
mother and both servants in breath
where's the straps of my skates,
mother?" Jane, where's my straps?
Ellen, / left them on the hall table;
nobody leaves anything alone; moth
er! motherl motheri"
Susie listened an instant, then she
heard her mother say, Il am sorry,
my dear, but / cannot possibly leave
the cake now to help you; ask Susie,
she'll find them"
mo, Susie won't" said that little
girl TO herself; he ought to put his
things away like do, then he would
know where to find them. Besides
he plagued me so hatefully all the af-
ternoon; I'm just glad he's lost his
straps; Aunt Sophy would say it was
a providential punishment, and i