The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1880-07-15


never disregard lady's ADVICE and /
have always remembered what he said, -
and he chuckled merrily, and nodded his
head at the delicious looking pastry
before him.
Carrie wondered q little at the table
manners of the -aan who had dined with
Grant, but she stepped his tea, favored
it with rich cream and sugar, and passed
il to him.
81 am not much of q hand for tea, y
said the man as he drained the cup; ''but
my doctor says that / must drink it for
my digestion. Ruined my digestion while
| was in the army, you see; and he wink
ed solemnly. "By the way" he contin-
ued, picking up the silver teaspoon from
his saucer, ''have you any more of these?
They are as neat pattern as ever saw,
and odd, too. I should like to see the
rest of the dozen, if you have Them
s'Mother has only eleven" said Carrie
in her innocence, 'and she is very proud
of them; but L will show them to you. :"
Then she brought the little box with
the precious table silver-eleyen tea
spoons, four tablespoons and an ancient
cream -jug-all pure silver and shining
brightly-and placed them before her
inquisitive visitor to admire.
He had finished his eight lunch. y
That is, the pie was demolished and the
teapot empty. As the little girl handed
him the treasure he arose, took the box to
the window, examined its contents with
critical eye for moment. and then as
if in joyful surprise, said:
81 am right! They are the very spoons,
The very same identical spoons that my
friend lost when he was boy! How
lucky it is that l have found them at
last!"
With these words, and very low bow,
the rascal opened the door and slipped
away with the spoons and silver cream
pitcher down the path toward the gate.
For an instant Carrie stood motionless;
then, rushing after him, she shrieked.
"Give me those spoons! They are my
mothers spoons, and you are trying to
steal theml You are thief, thief. Bring
them back! bring them backl'
The man however, paid no attention to
the child's cries, but ran rapidly down
the path, carrying the box in his arms;
and the spoons and pitcher would have
been lost forever if new party had rot
appeared on the scene.
Old Dan was quietly nibbling the grass
near the gateway. Hearing his little
mistress voice he looked up at the very
instant that the tramp passed. What he
saw about the man that disturbed him /,
don't know; but, erecting his head with
q hoarse "Baa-a-a!" he shot after him
like cannon ball.
defend himself, but the ram struck him
fairly i'll front and knocking him, half
senseless, flat on his back, scattering the
silver in all directions.
For an instant the fellow remained
sprawling in the dust, then he slowly
arose, hmping ana groaning, and without
a glance at his enemy, began to gather up
his stolen spoils.
He had partly completed his task when
old Dan, who all this time had been watch
ing the proceedings from beneath his
shaggy eyebrows, shook his long beard,
and with another tremendous "'Baa-a- al"
dashed at him again, and over he went a
second time, his treasures flying from his
hands.
And now begana strange battle. With
cries of rage and pain, the man recovered
his feet and turned upon the ram. kicking
and striking at him furiously, while Dan,
accustomed to such warfare from years of
experience with the boys of the country
side, easily eluded him, and in return
butted him to the earth again and again.
The spoons and cream pitcher were
knocked hither and thither, as the CON-
batants struggled, the road was trampled
into something like race-course, the air
was filled with very bad language, very
angry "baas" and great cloud of dust.
But after some five minutes victory
declared itself upon the side of the quad.
ruped; and bruised and bleeding, with
clothes in rags, minus hat and shoes, the
vanquished man suddenly turned away
and ran hmping down the road, leaving
his antagonist in full possession of the
field ana the stolen silver.
Old Dan remained motionless, gazing
after his enemy until he disappeared
around a distant turn in the road; then
shaking the dust from his coarse wool he
gave utterance to low grumble of satis-
faction, and wagging his tail, returned to
his dinner in front of the house.
Half an hour later, as Carrie washed
the coveted spoons and the bright little
piSeher and laid them carefully away
once more, she told her brother the story,
aud how the robber was foiled: and Ned.
full of enthusiasm, cried:
1--WE will not kill old Dan at all. for I
DO not believe that father would shoot
him nov for hundred dollars"
And the boy was right. The old ram
Won more than he knew Snen he fought
the tramp and conquered him. He won
his masters regard, and free, happy
life Tor the remainder of his days.
A STRANGER in Bo,iie one day last week.
IN aatino : Mate Of hash at restaurant,
being very hungry, unguardedly neglect
10 chew it well, and swallowed large
coat button. They dootored him for the
pneumonia three days before he was able
to explain. Then, according to the Gold
HUI Ne,cs, they fed him big button
hole tied to o string and fished it out in