The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1882-06-01

forts TO get rid Of him, thereby
nearly goading US to madness-ol
Selby Hard dwick, who wrote sen
!: sational stories for the sensational
paper, said be was. But at last
our chance came.
| Small Measure informed Mrs
Dainty, as be was departing-to
bookkeeping - one spring day,
that he should not be back untll
late that night. We instantly re-
solved 10 lock him out, and keep
him out. Nothing could have
happened better. 1t was April
l; we'd make night of it, and a
fool of him. Charley Seabright,
the only one who always refused
to join ln any plot against him
Hang itp be said, Il don't want
the fellow to think I'm jealous OF
bim'-was away, gone to Boston,
and not expected back for three
days.
Mildred was delighted. Don't
ever let him in again. she beg
ged. Only this morning he
picked up a button that had burst
off my shoe, and kissed it, and put
it in his vest pocket. I hate him -
I hate himl And how dare he kiss
one of my shoe buttons P
So we carried our pipes into
Kirk Rowe's room-second story
front-wbere we sang, played the
violin and guitar, told stories, re
peated verses, and discussed art
and literature, until ten O'Clock,
at which hour the rain began to
pour down like a second deluge.
Merrier and merrler grew our
party, and the noise was at its
highest, when Perce Winter, who
had been listening at the window,
struck an attitude and shouted,
'Tis hep And becoming COM
para,ively silent, we beard him
fun bling at the lock with his
night-key for few moments, aud
then ringing the door-bell, gently
at first, but gradually louder and
louder. The ringing was imm
diately drowned by a jolly chorus,
kept up without intermisslon for
a quarter Of an hour. At the end
of this time be had begun to bang
upon the door, and the banging
was something fearful to hear, aud
Mrs. Dainty and the maiden lady.
IN light and airy costumes, were
entreating US to stop it, from the
upper landing.
'Ob, look here, this can't be
stood you know said Tom Toms
Il propose that we go down in 8
body, open the boor suddenly, fal
upon him like q thunder bolt, and
drive him off the stoop. Ano
then, If be comes back again.
see nothing for it but a thrash
ing
I seconded the motion. 1t was
carried unanimously. Like banc
of Indians on the trail of an enc
my, we stealtbily descended the
stairs. I quietly unbarred the
door, took the key from my pock
ct, and unlocked it, the storm
raging so 6ercely outside mean
while that what little noise
made could not be heald thsre
and then, as the door few open
with wild whoop we precipitatec
ourselves upon the unfortunate
bangor, forcing him down the
steps and into the gutter before
be could say Jack Robinson
He struggled out and clasped s
lamppost that stood near, and al
be did so the light from the lamE
| fell on his face, and a well-knoWr
voice fell on our ears: For Hea
ven's sake, boys, what do yor
mean ?
It wasn't Small Measure--i
was Charley Seabright Charley
our best comrade-our own jolly
generous, splendid old Charley
We dragged him up the steps II
still shorter time than we hat
driven him down, and into the
hall. where we had bis rain soaked
overcoat off in an instant, ant
we're about to carry him upstairs
with a wild confusion Of tongue
Why didn't you send word yo'
were coming, old man?' By
Jo7e it's too bad!' You're tn
last person OF whom We wer
thinking hen Perce White
exclaimed, But here, oh, wher
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