Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-12-29

Still calling, * Follow follow"
And soon were full of dainty buds
The garden, hill and hollow.
Margaret Egtsrye.
The Saving Match.
In one corner of the old academy
playground a group had gathered about
two boys, Sandy Jardine and Max
Guerney. Sandy was tall, strong,
large-featured lad, as opposite as the
poles to the little 1.-THE, dark youth who
stood near him looking up in his face
with laughing black eyes.
They were leaders, these two, each of
his particular clan; and respecting their
popularity the school was nearly divided.
A strong rivalry existed between them,
good-natured enough for the most part,
though sometimes verging toward I'M
friendiness. Just now, Sandy was evil
IDENTIFY excited, almost angry. In foot
race the preceding Saturday Max had
beaten him, gaining supremacy which
he possibly might hold.
eyes, you did whip me, fast enough"
Sandy was saying, while a dull red
mounted to his check, "but, all the
came, I'll whip you to pay for it, and
any day you've mind to set"
1.-THE track was too Short" cried one
OF Sanay's champions "aThat's what's
the matter! By the time Sandy got
under Roadway, he had to turn. The E
walk was laid out for little fellows"
Considerable laughter followed this
sally, and the little fellow" Max,
joined in it heartily.
"Come, I'll match you in any way you
like" continued Sandy. "Come, now
rowing, riding, running, wrestling
which shall it be? Come dare you,
Max Guerney!"
A little murmur of approval ran
around the group, and then the BOYS
waited for Max's reply. Well they
knew he would never refuse dare.
"I, as the challenged party, have a
right to choose the weapons ?" interro-
gated Max, with side-long glance from
bis laughing black eyes. "Well, then,
Til neither ride, nor row, nor run, nor
wrestle, but I'll saw wood with you.
Sandy, and you may beat me if you
cant"
What clamor of high, boyish voices
met him
ooh, no fooling now!"
"Whose wood ?"
cha ha! hal"
"Pn tell you" Max's voice rose
clear above the tumult "I'm in earn
est. There's old uncle Nathan Blines
and his wife, poorer than double-dis-
TILED poverty, and no one to do hands,
turn for 'em since 'Siah died. I saw
Uncle Nathan out chewing at his wood
pile. You know they hauled him some
<apsI InCf ,fnz, Cal
Sandy, and mine, and two or three 9TH
ers; and I made up my mind to go over
and saw for him some Saturday, any
way, poor old fellow! There's pretty
near five cords Of wood, I guess; and
we'll have somebody divide and measure
it for u.s. Then We'll saw to win; and if
you whip me in it, Sandy, the next Sat-
urday I'll match you in splitting and
housing it for him. What do you say %
Sandy joined in the cheers and laugh
ter with the utmost good nature.
"Done!" nodded he. ''Pu do it.
Up spoke blue eyed, wiry little fell
low Of his elbow:
"You shan't do the whole of it Say,
Charley Bugbee, I'll split for Sandy,
and you for Max p
"Agreed p said Charley.
"And we'll wheel in for you two, Art
Humphrey and II" declared Sandy's
brother Jack. "Won't we, Art ?"'1
"Whewl How far my little candle
throws its beams |" laughed Max. "I'n
tell you, boys; we might have the
match in Uncle Nathan's back yard,
charge Is cents or so admittance, and
give Uncle Nathan the money"
"Hooray! !" shouted Reub Story.
"My brother works in the Clarendon
Star office, and I'll get linn to print
our handbills. He owes me 10 cents,
anyhow"
Good for you, Reub !" cried Max.
"Grand saving match! Ditto splitting
ditto Ditto wheeling ditto! Fifteen
cents admittance! Children, full price
Gate open from 10 g. m. to 5 p. m.
Good enough |"
Next day the prospective saving
match was noised about town, and a
day Or two later the handbills were out.
II made great deal of talk, both spor.
tive and serious, in the village.
cts a good idea frst-rate idee !!
That was Capt. Winty Coolidge, you
might know. "It Farms the boys that
aAoAA hAuOucSS W OtuO1 AOIhS WILL tuSAl
fun don't hurt nothin'. It's with a
quarter, and I'm a-goin' to pay it! I'm
a-going to pay It'll"
There was every indication that the
saving match would be grand success
financially.
81 don't believe the back yard will
hold 'em all" laughed Max to the half
dozen boys, who, with him, were taking
their homeward way after school Friday
night. "Have you got the tickets,
Heub?"
eyes hundred and fifty of EN-"
"Goodl Now all we want is a fan
day."
The day proved to be all that could
be desired.
Hazy clouds yelled the burning face
of the sun, and there was brisk, cool
-.-eeze blowing. The saving was to be.
Q o'clock, and before that time
-@nches ranged around the
-Are filed with merry
han sat in his
>aming al
@cta.