The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1877-06-19
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"Hello, dad! l say, dad, look here!
Da-a.dW
The exclamation issued from the
mouth Of IA ragged-iooking urchin, whose
iace bore unmlstakable indications of a
previous iniantile "mlIl."
His eyes, all and singular, were COM
pleLely blacked; the blood purled from
nis battered nose, ard running down his
chin, mingled amlcably with the accu-
muiaLed DIRT there ensconced.
Mr.. James Rusticus turned on his
heel, and glanced at his hoptul son in
great surprise.
"Why, Tommy" said he, hurriedly,
"what in the world is the matter with
you! You are bloody, my son. VINO
mas been Deaung you in that manner,
IommyW
"Wuy, you see, dad" commenced
Tommy, "you know Tim Mason, don't
your ..
odd he beat you, Tommyw said Mr..
RusLlcus, sternly, retraclug his steps to
where the mutiIated victim Stood" He's
two Years Older than you, my son."
Yes, know it, dad; but be still and
PHI IelI you the whole story. Ie see,
dad, was out in tue potato-patcn, this
morning, catching grassnoppers. Moth
TIL she patched mine and sewed on the
bill. Well, ye see, Tim Mason saw me
through the palIngs, and the little cuSs
commenced right oil W call me all sorts
o'names."
"But what tore your trowsers so,
Thomas" Interrupted his father, who
mad been critically eylng Lne little pro-
| liX narrator.
'Pll come to that pretty soon, dad
said Tommy, placing his dirty hand over
the rent. "rlm Mason called me all
Kinds o. names, 'old granduaddy,' and
well, | can't think OF them now, dad !;
| but they made me as mad as-as a wet
| hen; aud picked up cIod OF dirt, and
| took him right plum in the mouth! Then
| he got mad and commenced again, l
maue a dash al him, dad, and he ran like
| a coward. | clum Oh to tue fence, and
lell over backward. The pesky pallng
ran into my trousers, dad. See thereN
And Tommy, by way OF explanation and
| conviction, disclosed the rent. "And
| there hung, dad, on Tim Mason'S side
| of the fence. Tim sat down on the grass
and threw sticks at me. l wriggled aw-
| lul, dad, and then the trousers tore,
and your son Tommy, dad, tell into "a
gooseberry bush. You better believe
Mason streaked, it then! made after
him." continued Tommy, Wiping his
nose with his coat-sleeve. "And I'd
caught him, too, If it had not been Tor a
dltcn, dad. Tim knew it was there, and
Jumped over 1t; and l jumped plum into
it. lin turned and jumped right on my
back, and thIashed me like Sam Hill!
| He can't do 1T III a fair light, dad, PHI
whip him yet, see if doptW
| "Well, Tommy, you 60 into the house
| irht n UtIl1r m n hnr Irn
your wounds. PHI see MIR. Mason i'm.
mediately, and inquire into this matter.
| Pll see if his great lubberly boy must
| beat children smaller than himself with
impunlty. Ii he DON'T troIlop hlm for it,
| wlll.''
''Let me do it. dad. pll do it science p
said Tommy.
"You 20 into the house, Thomas, this
minute" replied his father, stvrnly.
| And Tommy went.
ii believe the boy could whip him."
was MIR. Rusticus' mental cOnvic zion, as
he walked nasLlly down the street TO his
store. "He takes after his dad as he
calls him, for all the worluW
Mr.. Rustlcus met the father of Tim
Mason going to his work. He was d
carpenter by trade, an honest meaning
man, and had plenty OF trieBds. l know
| L dm hSSSIJluS SOuSbuluS udIu w Ue
lieve, but il il, nevertheless, u stubborn
fact.
"Mr. Mason, stop minute! Youl
son, sir, has been beating my son in 3
most cowardly manner. l think he is d
lubDerIy scamp, and ought to be fogged
sounuly for his meannessl II you dc
not take him in hand ior it, depend upol
it, WHIP
Now, MIR. Mason was a quick-tem
pered man, and this sudden charge
against his son, in SO imperative man
ner, angered him Immediately, SO ht
quickly replied;
"You are liar, MIR. Rusticus! Ny
son ls as peaceful as your miscAievous
little impW
"rm liar, am I?' was the hasty re
ioinder. "Iherel take tnat"
And as he spoke, the excited Rusticus
delivered powerful blow on the car
pen;er's lett ear, which made thu
doughty knight OF the plane ana saw
sragger back "a few PAGES and see stars
but he recovered soon enough to return
the blow, which made the eXasperate(
Rusticus measure his length on til,
street. Things now looked squally; S,
"a peace-loving citizen went In searcl
f of policeman, VINO as usual, when an,
disturbance was On the tapis, was not t.
De seen. Alter dlligent search thel
found one snugly ensconced in coal
cellar. They brought MIN out and con
, Quoted him to the scene Of difficulty. b
this time many friends of both combat
ANTS were assembled, each doing his ut