The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1882-10-18

The calves were released, and Ton
and Bert marched to the house and
put to bed, as a punishment, mol
daring to say even one word fol
themselves. After which the Deacon
sat in the kitchen door and, while
he mopped his face and his smooth.
round head with his yellow cotton
handkerchief, told the serio.comic
story to Nanny.
Nanny sighed deeply while she
listened, and as she took two brown,
fiaky, apple turn overs from out the
brick oven and deposited them on
the gay, old-fashioned china plates,
she wondered whether it would les.
sen the effect of the Deacon's disci.
pline if she should slyly slip them
into the boys chambers.
Chambers I say, emphatically, for
the Deacon was too wise man to
asisaps o punish Two boys BY put
ting them to bed in one chamber in
the daytime. Bert was in the room,
at one extremity of the house, and
Tom was in the unfinished room at
the other. The doors were carefully
locked. The Deacon thought he had
eflectually cut off all communication
between the two; but he had yet to
learn the extent of the resources Of
two boys bent upon mischief.
There was a very comfortable ar
rangement for the convenience Of
the cats at Deacon jones'. Catholics
had been cut from the outer wall Of
the house through a succession of
doors, SO the cats could have access
at any hour of day or night to the
garrett, where grain was often kept.
As Tom was lying in bed, revolv'
ing in his mind all the difficulties of
his position and casting about for
some way Of escape, old Towser walk
ed sedately through the cathode from
the outside world. Instantly way
Of communication with Bert flashed
through Toms mind. He secured
both catholics at once, so Towser
could not get out, hunted up stray
bit Of brown paper, fsbed a pencil
from among the rubbish in his trow-
ser's pocket, and wrote the following
note to Bert:
"DEAE BERT
'lets go to see saw n skooner at north
warf it sales in too days Father is Tirant
j can bare no more take the rope out of the
bed std and ty it to the post and git out Of
the winder to mite waite til wistle.
"ToM."
Tom did not say how he expected
to make his escape. He was not an
expert in penmanship and the COM
position of the above short note took
so much time it was nearly sunset
when it was finished. Having fold
ed it, he fastened it with a string
around Towser's neck, and, opening
the cathode in the direction of Bert's
room, put him through, whence he
proceeded peacefully on his way, as
utterly unconscious of the weighty
message he bore as a United States
mailbag. In due time he returned
with the following:
"DEAR Tom
az have always wanted to go to see l
hope we shall he rocked like robinson
Grew so and live on desert island and eat
cote broth bert"
You will notice that Bert shows
the superiority Of his Boston school.
ing by writing the capital | where it
belongs.
Tom waited that night till he
knew everybody was in bed. Joe
was always the last one to go to bed
Tom heard him come up to his bed.
room, which was next TO the unfin.
ished room. He heard him take of
his boots and toss them into the cor
ners. Then he sang verse Of "a
wet sheet and flowing sea-" Joe
was an old sailor and always sang
when he was undressing.) Then the
bed creaked, there was a silence Of a
few moments, a gentle snore was
heard, which soon increased might
ly in volume and finally settled into
a regular cadence, which indicated
that Joe was of for the night.
Toms hour had come. He crept
noiselessly up the fight Of steps lead
ing to the scuttle in the roof and lift
cd it very cautiously; but, somehow
it fell from his grasp and dropped up,
on the floor with an awful bang. For
a moment the snoring ceased and