Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1877-08-04

BEL. &z4- suy. lss& A~-S,
Hsu-a-@
Th@ ezrlz.z-zsn@z s.aae1 t-ssz Ehs
zzazzA sE rz-.w3-le-akEzs- zz~3zz.
uAa@~ tare A-uss uzzzs.<kzAar rsR-
cz.za@s - faF-rzs1s, lusGz.lse All
H. sTw-. sz-zz alli saz-vzlzr. zess
s,rsas l~s-lF t,.z-&-~a tbs t8assI Eszrsss8
frvrn hs- tzsserv-d ra-s. Asl rSnzzn-
aszA Ess cAlE. Ezs.1lsi zzaaoslly
xIsh he @crzuz sllzre4 d1rs there ea-
sconcesl-
Mr.. James Ra<t5czs turnsi ca kis
kesl. and glanced al has hopeful ~on
In great surprlse.
Why, Tommy. said he, hurried
IL, d" what in the world Is the matter
with YOU: You are bloody, iay son.
Who has been beating you in this
manner. Tommy"
why, you see, dad commenced
Tommy, "you know Tim Mason,
don't you?"
"Did he beat you, Tommy said
Mr.. Rusticus, sternly, retracing his
steps to where the mutilated victim
stood. "He's two years older than
you, my son."
eyes, I know it, dad; but be still,
and I'll tell you the whole story.
Yes see, dad, was out in the potato
patch, this morning, catching grass
hoppers. Mother told me to put
your old black hat ON till she patched
mine and sewed on the bill. Well,
We see, Tim Mason saw me through
the palings, and the little cuss COM
|, 'menced right off to call me all sorts
o'names."
"But what tore your trowsers so,
Thomas ?" interrupted his father,
who had been critically cycling the
little prolix narrator.
"I'll come to that pretty coon,
dad" said Tommy, placing his dirty
hand over the rent. "Tim Mason
called ne all-kinds o'Rames, old
granddaddy, and-well, l can think
of them now, dad; but they made me
as mad as-as wet hen; and I picked
up clod of dirt, and took him right
plum in the mouth. Then he got
mad commenced again, I made a
dash at him, and he ran like q cow
ard. clum on to the fence, and fell
over backward. The pesky paling
ran into my trowsers, dad. See
therew And Tommy, by way of ex-
planation and conviction, disclosed
the rent. "And there I hung, dad,
on Tim Mason's side of the fence.
Tim sat down on the grass and threw
sticks at me. wriggled awful, dad,
and then the trowsers tore, and your
son Tommy, dad, fell into goose
berry bush. You better believe
Mason streaked it then! I made
after him" continued Tommy, wiping
his nose with his coat-sleeve. "And
I'd caught him, too, if it had not been
for ditch, dad. Tim knew it was
there, and jumped over it; and !
jumped plum into it. Tim turned
and jumped right on 10Y back, and
thrashed me like Sam Hill. He
can't do it q fair fight, DAD. Ill
whip him vet, see if / don't"
Well. Tomrny, yoa 20 into the
hogse Bsx, right 81. al l@t vear
zaosher drs-s yOzr w0zn<ls- III scr
q thls sr-a, lHhAeriv boy rszs: l--at
easzl.&rea sr-zIser thaz k1a=s@E wEtk
Ez4y.urz-y- Ekas tx.k~r 3a1 Z trals1n
km SER a. wzH
L. ~ - 81 8x1 TE Do K
a-a@--. sza4l T1@zzg
Xuz 60 En.g sAx saz-s TaasuzSs.
sAss Haz@@a~ ssTAa@s1 49, f<Ss~r
snwrx2T
Am& Tsa@E1Ha w@E1
s=aA~u~ rs~ a~sw ~w@z@4 ~AzzT
IA wms - Eam-GM-ze zunm144 -asz-
ss-<zM- a. D. w&z4m4 Aa@x&s As~z
kaw ssm~x ~ mzx xnzm g. sAA~~
msasr mm AmS 80 Am e@za ez@. Ssw
N% aaa @uawa&
Mx Ezmmzzns maa@ zAm &xs@Amz Isl Tzm
~uzmx u k@ wzr& h. w3M . mE
u~uAwa ~ s-~s~ a. Aummzs..n .naaxzzamsass
zmmA xms& a@a6 p@~wsw - An=~AA !
- usss - - ssunss