The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1876-06-09
How DOrr Fought.

How Dorr Fought.
Little Dorr Eastman always wore his
sword--in the daytime, 1 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 colonel,
and his father'a general, and his grand
father general
But, then, they had been mt West
Point, and got toughened. After he
grew up and had been at West Point,
and had undergone discipline, doubtless
a belt would not be uncomfortable in
bed, and sword could be worn with a
night-gown
The fancy store in The village where
DORIS papa owned summer mansion,
drove a fourishing trade during the sea-
son in gilt paper, and will-boards, and
tinsels for, once week, at least, the
young soldier fashioned new stripes and
epaulets one day being sergeant, on
the next 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 gallant charger, until
mammals hall was one long, vast stable /;
mamma blew a whistle for reveille, and
the embryo cadet thought Moth ing of
turning out ut 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, 81 fears there's no use
In me growing up j.
"Why, your excellencya 1t 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"
"Well, my little son, there will always
be men who must wear swords, to make
people afraid, so that they will think il
is the safer way to settle without war.
NY little Dorr shall be one of those men,
and great share of the time will be
home on furlough anu stay with mamma.
Woa't he like that?"
"No, he wouldn't - cried Dorr,
stoutly, swelling up after the manner OF
Io far n n,
two across the room, he came back to his
mammals knee. cts likely, though
there'l be Injuns. There always are
Injuns il this land, Trudie says, and il
they's lasted s'long it's likely they'll
last s'long as 1 live and Dick say.
there'll be always war s'long there's In
juns! !"
"Oh my little blue-eyed Dorr," sale
mamma, wouldn't you care to bt
scalped9"
"Why should 1 care9" answered
Dorr. Wouldn't my feet be to the
foe?"
Mamma could not but laugh at hei
stern little man and then she though
he had better go with the girls in tn,
garden.
And there he was not moment too
soon. The sacred inclosure was ALREADY
invaded ky ruthless hanG-a fat, vel
lowish- black little hand, which wa
thrust through the paling, evidently af
ter one OF Soph's treasures-the beauti
full rose pink dwarf dahlia.
Dorr saw it. "Soph Soph he'
breaking off your new Mex can Lillipu
dol nd &
Dorr toward the fence but, half wa,
there, he tripped in the tall asters, ant
crushed dozens of mammals choice au
tumn blooms as he fell.
Soph and Trudie both came running
down the gravel. The boy behind tn
paling also ran, or would, had not tn
fat arm been thrust in too far for, turn
ing it in haste, it stuck fast, and no,
held him Sergeant DORIS prisoner.
His fall had made Sergeant Dorr yer
mad; and, picking himself up, he drov
toward the paling in hot haste. " 10
flower thief them's Soph's flowers
You clear out of this, or III shoot yo
with my sword !"
And the sword was brandished; an
as Roly-poly couldn't" clear out, muc
as he wished, he stayed, his hand sti
clasping the stalk of the T" Mexican Lii
liput," which he seemed unable to le
go. Seeing that, down came Dorr'
wooden sword upon the arm IL was
sturdy stroke, too, 80 sturdy that th
sword bounded and flew over the othe
side, where an angry little bare blac
foot kicked it far out into the road
while the owner of the foot howled wit
pain.
"Dorr Eastman I" cried Trudie.
"You cruel, cruel boyl" cried Sopl
"He's no business with your flower.
then I" said Dorr, crowding back a
angry whimper.
1--WE a mind to shake you I" sal
Trudie. But, instead, she went to tb