The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1881-01-05


pretty soon she started home to be
ready to hand ont the cookies, when
Jack went by with his basket for the
fish.
"Dirty old fish boyl' sang the
masters boy, sitting on the highest
post out by the gate, seeing Jacks
face, when the master said "half hol-
iday." II tell you, Jack, amt glad
you won't be along with usl We are
going to have funl I'm going after
gulls' eggs that's what I'll do with
my half Yes, STRIP
"oh, no, Hcrbie, love- screamed
Mrs. Higginson, And grandmother
says she ran down the path, and she
hoped she was going to box his ears,
Not muchsuse tossop etflat ffauys
thing should happen to you darling.n
"Hoh! no fear of that" he said,
squirming over the back part of the
post out of the reach of her arms.
"Let go, mother, do!' as she grasped
hold of one of his feet; she was so
afraid he would go.
"Hey! Heyl what's that?" said the
master, coming down the path, and
standing close by the post, "What
are you saying about gulls' eggs? No!
no! you mustn't go near those rocks.
It's the most dangerous place around
here. Remember"
Grandmother didn't hear any more
for she was going down the road just
as fast as she could, to get home in
time. She was there when Jack
came along with his big, old, fish,
smelling basket. Grandmother'd
always make him set it as far off
from the house as he could, in the
tall grass, while he stoppedfor good
les" cause it smelt SO bad. And she
petted him up. l tell you she can
pet a fellow up real nice. / know,
cause I've tried it-and told him how
sorry she was he couldn't have fun
along with the rest. So Jack went
off, feeling a little bit better, with
his old basket slung on his back.
About four o'clock, know twas,
for grandmother told me so a hun
dred times, the big clock had just
done striking, when all of a sudden
she heard the greatest noise and
racket over at the school. Such a
screaming and commotion, she said
she knew at.once something mnsthn.
the natter. and sKss' ffthg up Chg
window and was just putting her
head out, when Jim Fletcher, great
big fellow-one of the biggest fellows
there-who could run like q deer,
was streaking it off cross lots TO
grandmother's house lively. "Mer-
cyl" says grandmother. That's what
she says she said. But l don't be-
liove she stopped TO say anything.
But anyway she pulled Jim Fletcher
in, who was painting dreadfully, and
made him tell what he wanted.
ooh, do come, Mrs. Dole" he beg
ged, "he wants you so bad; Herb was
a dreadful heavy pull, and"
SIS Herbie hurt?" asked grand.
mother stepping off bit.
"Hurt?" screamed Jim as loud as
she could for painting. "No, catch
him. Don't we fellows wish he was!
But-but-it's Jack" and he turned
abruptly away.
"Boyl" grandmother says she pinch
ed him bad just then, and l guess
maybe she did, for he said "Ow,' just
as l did when Jane used to pinch me
TO make me let go of the raisins.
That was years ago though, when l
was little.
"Do you just tell me quick" says
grandmother, still keeping hold Of
his arm, though letting up little on
the pinch, "what's happened-in u
few words now-and then I shall
know what I'm wanted for"
"Why, Herb did go for gull eggs"
said Jim, gazing up into grandmoth-
er's eyes, awe all did; and he said
we'd put some into Jacks basket,
and make believe he'd got 'em, SOS
to get him beating. We heard him
come whistling down the road. He
whistles to the birds, you know"
go on" said grandmother, sand
be quick"
"Well, the first thing we knew