Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1880-05-28

am tho lad in the blue and white
Sing heyl the merry sailor boy.
carry my country's nag and name; - &. 81
never win do her wrong or shame; - IT
III light her battles and share her fame
Sing hol the gallant sailor boy.
Hilary A. Barr.
Think First.
Frink's feet slipped right out from
under him, and down she sat, new skates
and al, right in little frozen pond of
"Ha, ha, hal" laughed the boys,
flashing past, with graceful sweep of
glittering steel. And "He, he, he p
piped in Peggy Munson's disagreeable
little treble, that always struck in when
ever anything unpleasant occurred; II
knew you'd fall. You don't know how
to skate y
"Let me alone p cried Fink, sitting
still to recover her breath after the as
tonishing upset, and looking around to
see how many boys saw. And her face
was very red as she added, "And 20
away, can't your I can skate as good
as you can, anyway"
"No, you can't T. declared Peggy, We
hemently, and striking out in the most
approved attitude. 5You know that's
an awful story, .Frink Badger p
500 on, then, and try" said Frink,
wickedly; there, there's good place"
She pointed over a little distance off,
where, under the treacherous thin coat
ing, the ice layzin humps all ready to
give unwary ones a fall. CHOW, just
see if you feel so smart?''
Peggy's fat little body gyrated un-
steadily over the bright skates that were
tride too far apart for grace, as she
moved ambitiously off for the scene of
conquest, while Frink composedly picked
herself out of her clammy resting-place,
ready to laugh when the time came.
"There-he, he ohw With sharp
cry of pain and horror she started for
ward, with each plunging step staring
wildly to see if the fat little figure lying
so still wouldn't stir or cry out. Any
thing, rather than that motionless
silence.
30 Peg!" she cried, reaching her
by one long stride, and leaning over the
PROSTATE little heap. EDO get up; only
demonstrating. Oh dear, dear -
she moaned, seeing all her efforts vain !;
and she began to wiring her hands, and
exclaim distractedly, "Tve killed her
I've killed her! I've killed her I've
killed her!"
"What's the matter ?" said one of the
boys, wheeling around sudden curve.
"What-"
"She's Dead" cried Frink, perfectly
wild with fear and remorse ssand I've
killed her!"
Bascom knelt down by Peggy's side,
and pushed back the little red hood.
"Oh, no! !" he said, looking up into the
white face above him; "she's stunned,
that's all. Whew!"
With whistle, clear and loud as q
bugle, there appeared, as if 10y magic, ~
small troop of boys, ready for adventure
of any sort whatever.
"Now then!' With many willing
hands at work, Peggy was soon lifted
up, and borne off in the direction of her
home.
Where's Frink?" asked Bascom,
looking around in pity; "uoor thing;
where's she gone?'
"She amt poor thing, either" said
a spiteful little voice, q short distance
ahead. "She sent me out there o pur-
pose; SHE'S dreadful mean!' And Peg
gy bobbed up the red hood over the
Shoulders of the boys.
AS quick as lightning she found her.
self, with more speed than politeness,
landed from her elevated position, down
upon the ice, while one and all stood and
stared at her.
"You can walk home," cried small
boy, edging up to her vindictively, who,
having private grievance of long stand
ing, had SO far buried the Ratchet that,
when he saw her suffering, from very
pity, had insisted on putting along bear
ing the heaviest Of the burden. eyes,
sirr' he exclaimed in great dudgeon, his
feelings, by the sudden rebound, carry
ing himself as much beyond his former
state of Ill -nature as was possible. 81
wish you had a cracked your skull, I
do y
"Did you put all this on ?" demanded
a. lig boy, sternly facing Peggy. eff
you did, you're meaner'n I thought you
were, and that's bad enough p and he
turned on his heel CONTEMPORARY.
you've scared Frink," said Bascom,
excitedly, $50 that I expect she's run
home to Cry her eyes out"
>,"I don't care" cried Peggy, sharply,
with an ugly ring to her voice; "she
sent me there. She's awful mean
Frink is r
"Frink's the incest girl there is in
this town r. cried all the boys, stanchly.
"And she's just as good as she can be
she wouldn't hurt fly
you're always praisin' her," began
Peggy, with grumble.
| can. if she did send you there, u
cried another boy, with a will, "why,
it's no more'n I'd a done myself. I'll
venture to say you've served her some
| mean trick first. Come on, boys" And
he struck out grandly for race. v,,.s
n"Oh, don't go!" whimpered Peggy,
who was little coward; and, struggling
to- her feet, she dashed wildly after
| them, slipping miserably at every step:
But they were deaf to her calls, and
sped on the wings of the wind far in
Meanwhile Frink was pouring out he,
whole tide of woe, her head in he1
mothers lap, while the kind hands
soothed the little flushed face and wiped
away the tears. - 100 :. : 'S.'s, -. =
~" It was all my dreadful temper, NAM
ma" she mourned, with a sigh. 'sOh
how can Icure it?'
g Never, dear" said mamma, quietly
| putting back the bright brown hair.
-. What, MAMMAL Frink started NJ
into q sitting posture, and whisked away
the tears to gaze in perfect astonishment
into the smiling face above her.
1 You will never cure it, darling,
said mamma. "Don't try; it is tot
/ great . task for q little girl unaided t
do. "EfSEs +. g.
The bright brown head dropped q Lit
tie, and down went Frink's mead agar
Einto the dear old resting place. s
~ understand, mamma dear, <sh'
| said, softly, dropping q kiss on the kim