The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1880-05-15

"But that wasn't all; don't cheat mo
little girlr' frowned the big freckieS
faced man.
"No! 1 wasn't going to-Tommv
he's in the yard round the corner tbero
with the big boys-he's 'leven-he's INV
greatest brother-he's drefful wickaa
boy" Molly was going on with tSS
bean-story very likely, but at that nv
ment the funeral procession of bahv
carriage and two followers filed up.
The great man darted forward seized
three-year-old Johnny and Harry in his
arms, stuffed one head-frst, the other
legs-first, into the monstrous pack.
The one that went in head-frst had
his fat legs left dangling; the one that
went in legs-frst, his head sticking ont
! The baby went into one of his deem
pockets where his screams were stiaed
This was the work of second. and
the man hurried out of SIGHT. SAYING
cheerily over his shoulder to MoDy
"ru bring round the little sister to.
morrow"
Molly had so many things to take her
attention that she had no time to he
! conscience-smitten.
There was her odorous handkerchief.
her sash, which she hung over her arm.
her pockets full of candy; under one
arm the wonderful doll; under the other
the live kitten.
But in half hour the doll had ceased
to charm; she couldn't tie the sash her
self; the perfoomery'' had evapor.s.I.,
the kitten had scratched her hand bci
cause Molly had picked her up by the
were left, and suspect that all seemed
as vanity of vanities'' to poor Molly.
Just then Fred, her favorite and only
remaining brother, came dancing down
the path and stopped, amazed, before
Mollv's display of wealth.
Somehow the " chocolate ca'amels"
tasted sweeter again when she shared
them with Fred, and she couldn't helm
saying, "Aint they booIicioaS, Fred.
She hadn't time to tell Freddie how
she came possessed of all her treasures
for there again appeared at the gate the
same great man, With his cry, brother
"No, non screamed Molly, throwing
her two fat arms round Fred, at the
same time crying, ''Run away Freddie,
quick! run away
Now considering that Fred had the
doll and the kitten in his lap, and his
sisters arms around his neck, it wasn't
strange that the little fellow didn't run.
"IH give you ten dollars for this
hn
Molly's arms. and picking fat Fred up,
and thrusting him like roll of cotton
batting under his arm.
Molly screamed and-and-well-she
woke.
She hadn't been swinging on the gate
at all; there wasn't any hOrrid, rusty
faced man standing by her; she had
been asleep in school and dreaming.
But she couldn't believe it, and with
all Miss Winche's kind eoaxing, she
wouldn't lift her face from her desk,
and would only sob, 81 want my Fred
die! l want my Freddier'
The funniest part of it was, the child
hadn't been asleep five minutes. She
had been idly listening to spelling
class, and just after the word "Saa"
dropped into nap.
BY the way, perhaps I should not
omit to mention that before she went to
school that morning she had declared to
her mother that boys were botberS; no
wonder! baby Willie, at breakfast, had
punched his little fist down into her
mug, spilled the milk and sent the mug
crashing ON the floor. Johnny had
taken the orange out of her sacque
pocket, and she had to let him have it
because he was ga little fellow" and
Harry and Tommy had carried all the
cookies to school in their pockets.
But now-after the dream, Molly
Rugged the baby; and she said conf
dentially to mamma, "Isn t he SWEET
l don't think boys are bother, do
you, mamma?'
And a little later, while rocking her
old rag-doll, Mamma" said she, 81
won't ever swing on the front gate
again, ever-ever-ever in my life''-
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