Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-09-15
Paying off the Miller.

Sim Tyler and Bud Sampson sat wills
pering behind their raised desK-lids.
The school-room was so quiet and the
whispering SO loud, that the tired little
woman on the platform heard it, and
came softly up behind Sim to see what
it was all about
Get out!" cried Sim, suddenly, feel
ing smart pull at his hair. TELL teach
er # you don't stop that!"
q don't know whether teachers do
such things nowadays; but THAI was in
the days of hair pulling, when boxed
ears and raped knuekles were taken as
a matter of course.)
ell have word with you two, after
SCHOOL," said Miss Anderson, shutting
down the desk-lids.
Sim gave one scared, upward glance,
saw who it was, and subsidized into red
faced studiousness. He remembered that
in these after school interviews, from
words they often came to blows"
"Ehm! ehm!'' coughed Bud, across
the aisle, when Miss Andorson's back
was turned.
Sim caught dirty white note in the
leaves of his ssCoIburn." This was the
note:
"G1t al the BOYS you can and all the
tin pans and girls and things to max a
nois and then les al Civ old dodge reg
gler Serrynaidar surv him rite for ordren
us out the mill wunt it''
Sim turned the note over and wrote cal
rite" on the other side; then sent it back
with that endorsement Miss Anderson
was providing around distrustfully, and
Bud crammed it into his pocket, with a
hasty glance at Sims answer. But peck
cts have other holes sometimes than those
at the top, and notes have a way of slip
ping through to the floor. Buds did.
"The little good -for-nothings" said
Miss Anderson, picking it up at recess
II hope Mr.. Dodge will give them a good
horse whipping. I'll tell him sol"
Five minutes later a small boy was on
his way to the MILL with note from the
teacher, informing the miller of the
childish bit of revenge the boys were
planning. The miller's blue eyes twin
killed. with fun as he read it!n
''Think they're going to drive me out
of camp, do they?' he said, chuckling
merrily. ell fix EMP
Two o'clock came, and with it an omin-
Gus sound of rafting pans, and drums,
and things to make noise. Rub-a-dub-
dub! up the hill they came, rub dub /!
They tramped into the mill. The dusty
miller pushed his dusty hat off his fore
head, and gave the little army the bene-
fit of one long stare, then turned to his
work without a single word.
"Goody!" cried Bud, spying an i'm
mense drum in a corner. "Guess he
wouldn't have left this round, if he'd
known he was coming!'
"Don't it make splendid racket
said round-faced Susy Piper, Humping
away with both her dimpled fists on one
of her mothers milk-cans, the only thing
she had been able to appropriate without
suspicion.
"Don't you b'leeve he hears what a
noise we're making?" asked Sim, a little
anxiously, when they had drummed Wig
orously for half an hour without detect
ing any signs Of uneasiness on the part
of the miller.
eyes, course" answered Bud Giles
mad, and won't speak, that's all. Les
keep at it till he has to-"
So they pounded away for another hat
hour, with an energy worthy of better
cause.
lawful hot!' sighed Jenny Allen
one Of the smaller boys, tanning his red
face with q limp straw hat. "Don't you
s'pose he's ever going to speak? It's such
fun to hear him rave when he's mad-i
he don't catch you'll"
cop said Bud, reassuringiy Don
give up yet. He's most crazy now.
saw the corners of his mouth witch when
he emptied that sack of meal"
"I'm gong home!" whined two OF
three, as the half-hours slipped away
and the jolly miller went in to his five
o'clock supper.
90 don't!' cried Bud and Sim, to geth-
er. "Just wait and keep drumming. Hell
come out pretty quick, and then you'll
see fun. He can scold ever so much bet
tern Miss Anderson. Keep a-drum
min'm
Rub -a-dub- dub how the oldmin rang
Such a Babel of sounds was surely never
heard before within It's walls.
The miller came out at last He looked
cool and comfortable, and his eye
twinkled more than ever.
"Well, boys and girls, he said, cheerily
''tired, be ye? 'Fraid ye've worked too
hard for such hot afternoon. I'm any
quantity oblige Eto ye for coming up
been thinking of sending for host on "
to come and drum my rats away. Plagued
me most to death all the spring; but
guess th1sll fix 'em. I see this 'ere bis
drum into Boston the other day, ant
thinks says I, that's the very thing t
skeer 'em with.
swell! s'pose you want to get SOM
supper now. Can't pay ye much, 'cep
in good will. Here's cent apiece al
round to buy some candy with. Whel
lye don't want to play, come up and hell
me again sometime. Good-night''