The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1880-06-05

And so the Chief HaSty Pudding Stir.
er to the Great King of Badman's Lana
continued to stir the Something ~
Tommy Jingle, and the somet6iprS
continued to slop over" until tbeSpss
was pretty mess of it.
At last the baby was fast asleep. and
Tommy Jingle grasped his hat and
ran away. He rushed down the stree,
like wind-sprite, taking no notice ~
anything or anybody, until suddenly ba
found himself in crowd gathered about
the Opera House.
"Hullo! what's thisp"
"See that rope stretched across tbo
street," said street urchin at Tom.
my's elbow. "Yes," replied Tommy
"Well, the man what shows trained
birds in the Opera House to-nigbtS
goin' to give us free show here in a
minute" "Going to walk that ropepS
asked Tommy.
mo, sir. Big bird goin' to wheel
little bird cross the street on that rope
in that little cart you see up there
There's the beauty"
Up from the crowd a long pole an.
peared, on which little bird was raised
to perch that was underneath and at.
tached TO the "cart." Down went the
pole, and soon it was seen again bear.
ing larger bird, which stepped clum.
silly from the pole to the rope. TAKING
a step or two, the large bird stretched
its neck, and, taking hold of the ''cart''
with its beak, proceeded to push the
tiny vehicle across the street on the
rope-track. Half way across, and the
bird-coachman seemed to lose his tenn
per. Surely, something did not 90
smoothly, for the bird made a queer
noise-a birds way of shopping over"
perhaps-the cart tipped, and then was
seen dangling from the rope wrong side
up. Up came the pole again and took
everything back to the starting point.
and the second trial was successful
The crowd moved away, and in a few
moments Tommy found himself at the
gate of his own home again.
why, see here, Tommy Tingle!"
said he to himself, "what are you here
for? You've run away. Forgot all
about 1t, thinkin' of that bird-show.
Guess I'll wait now until tomorrow.
It's most night, and | haven't time to
find place to stay, anyway"
A few hours later Tommy Jingle was
in dreamland. He was running away.
He did not know where he would 90. or
how he would get there; nor did he
care much, if he could only find place
where boys are not asked to rock ba-
bies, or to bring in wood and coal, or to
&C do things" Away he went as fast as
no =, Al.
he really did know he was being
dragged through q crowd by man
who carried a long pole, and a moment
later he was caught on the pole at the
collar OF his coat, and raised to a rope
that was stretched across the street.
There he stood on the rope, leaning
against the building.
Hullo! it's you, is it?' The voice
came from q sort of wheelbarrow that
rested on the rope before him, and
peering into his face were the saucy
eyes of street urchin.
do you know what you're up here
for?" asked the urchin.
"No, | cont" said Tommy.
you've got to wheel me across the
street."
"Oh, never can do it! l can't walk
rope"
You've got to- Old Poley's yOnr
"Start, youngsterr' came from the
man with the pole.
"Oh, sir, l can't do itr' sobbed
Tommy.
Eyes, you can do it. Start, 1 say"
And Tommy started. lie walked
few feet, and then the crowd yelled
and hooted, the band Played "When
Johnnie comes marching home" and
Tommy's tears blinded him so that he
missed his footing, and-there he lay,
wide awake in his warm bed at home.
I'm glad I'm here. I'm glad that
was just a dream. 1 guess I've run
away enough
And Tommy Jingle turned over fol-
another nap William NJ Burr, In
S. S. Times.