The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1880-10-07
Our Young People
MADE UP FROM THE BEST CLIPPINGS
Mr.. Martins Eve,

thing, and this is, LII never nav
ANYTHING to do with Mr.. Marti
again. He ought to be ashamed c
himself, going around and gettint
boys into scrapes, just because he
put together So miserabiy. Su
saws she believes it's mucilage, AM
think she's right. If he couldn'
afford to get himself made Xix
other people, why don't he sta.
at home? His father and mothe
must have been awfully ashamed o
him. Why, he's liable to fal
apart at any time, Mr.. Travers
saws, and some of these days he'll
have to be swept off the floor ant
carried home in three or four has
kets.
There was a ghost one time who
used to go around, up stairs anC
down stairs, in an old castle, carry
ing his head in his hand, and stop
ping in front Of everybody be
met, but never saying word
This frightened all the people
dreadfully, and they couldn't ge
servant to stay in the house
unless she had the policeman to sill
up in the kitchen with her al
night. One day young doctor
came to stay at the castle, and
said he didn't believe in ghosts, and
that nobody ever saw ghost, un
less they had been making beast
of themselves with mince-pie and
wedding cake. So the old lord oil
the castle he smiled very savage
and said, you'll believe in ghosts
before you've been in this castle
twenty four hours, and don't you
forget it." Well. that very night
the ghost came into the young doc
tors room, and woke him up
The doctor looked at him, and
said, "Ah, l perceive; painful case
of amputation of the neck. Want
it cured, old boy? The ghost nod
ded, though how he could nod
when his head was off l don't
know. Then the doctor got up
and got a thread and needle, and
sewed the ghosts head on, and
pushed him gently out of the door.
and told him never to show hims self
again. Nobody ever saw that
ghost again, for the doctor had
sewed his head on wrong side first,
and he couldn't walk without run
ming into the furniture, and of
course he felt too much ashamed
to show himself. This doctor was
Mr.. Travers' own grandfather.
Mr.. Travers knows the story is
true.
But 1 meant to tell you about the
last time Mr.. Martin came TO our
house. 1t was a week after | had
scalped him; but l don't believe he
would ever have come if father
hadn't gone to see him, and urged
him to overlook the rudeness Of
that unfortunate and thoughtless
boy. When he did come he was as
smiling as anything, and he shook
hands with me, and said, "Never
mind, Bub, only don't do it
again"
By and-by, when Mr.. Martin and
Sue and Mr.. Travers were sitting
on the piazza, and 1 was playing
with my new base ball in the
yard, Mr.. Martin called out,
pitch it over here; give US a
CATCH" So l tossed it over gently,
and ne pitched it back again, and
said why didn't l throw it like a
man, and not toss it like girl.
SO l Just sent him a swift ball-a
regular daisy cutter. 1 knew he
couldn't catch it, bnt l expected
he would dodge, He did try to
dodge, but it hit him alongside
of one eye, and knocked it out.
You may think I'm exaggerating,
but I'm not. 1 saw that eye fly up
against the side of the house, and
then roll down the front steps to
the front walk, where it stopped
and winked at me.
| turned, and ran out of the
gate and down the street as hard
as ever 1 could. 1 made up my
mind that Mr.. Martin was spoiled
forever, and that the only thing
for me to do was to make straight
FOR the Spanish main and be pi-
rate. 1 had often thought L would |
be pirate, but now there was no
help for it; for a boy that had |
knocked out gentleman's eye
could never be let to live in a
Christian county. After a while l
stopped to rest. and then l remem
)ered that / wanted to take some
in a bundle, and big
Inife to kill wolves. So | went
pack as soon as it was dark, and
tole round the back of the house,
70 l could get in the window and
ind the carving knife and some
AXE. l was just getting in the
when some body put
heir arms around me, and said,
Dear little soul! was he almost
to death?" 1t was Sue,
md told her that 1 was gong to
,e pirate and wanted the carving
.nife and some cake, and she
MUSTN'T tell father,a was Mr.. Mar
in dead yet? So she told me that
Ir. Martins ere was 70. =; - :,
II, and that he had put 1T in again,
nd gone home; and nobody would
urt me, and L needn't be pirate
/ didn't want to be.
It's perfectly dreadful for man
D be made like Mr.. Martin, and I'll
ever come near him again. Sue
avs that he won't come back to
ne mousse, and if he does. she'll
end bin away with something
forgot what it was-in his ear.
ather hasn't heard about the eye
ct, but if he does hear about it
lere will be dreadful scene, for he
ought a new rattan cane yester-
ay. There ought to be a law to ,
unish men that sell rattan canes
} fathers, unless they haven't any 4
Jimmy Brown, in Harp
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