The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1882-03-08

.'Donei'' nodded he. .'I'll do it,
Up spoke a blue-eyed, wiry little fellow
at his elbow:
..You shan't do the whole of i'll Say,
Charley Bugbee, I'll split for Sandy, and
you for Maxi"
"Agreedr' said Charley
"And we'll wheel in Tor you two, Art
Humphrey and II" declared Sandy's brother
Jack. won't we, Art"
.sWhewl How far my little candle throws
its beams" laughed Max. OH tel you,
boys; we might have the match in Uncle
Nathen's back yard, charge fifteen cents or
so admittance, and give Uncle Nathan the
money!"
'.Hoorayr' shouted Reub Story. 'My
brother Bob works IN tine Clarendon Star
office, and I'll get him to print our hand.
bills. He owes me ten cents. anyhow"
"Good for you, Rsubl" cried Max.
"Grand saving matchl Ditto splitting diLtOI
Ditto wheeling dittol Fifteen cents ad.
mittsncel Children, full pricel Gate open
from 10 a. m. TO p. N. Good enough"
Next day the prospective saving match
was noised about the town, and day or
two later the haad-bills were out. 1t made
q great deal of talk. both sportive and
serious, in the little village.
Its good idea fust-rRte ideel"
That was Captain Winty Coolidge, you
might know. at Farms the boys that
miXin' kindness to other folks with their fun
don't hurt nothin' IT'S with quarter, and
I'm a-going to pay It'll I'm a-going to pay
it,
There was every indication that the saw
ing match would be grand success tinan-
cially.
81 don't believe the back yard will hold
'em all" laughed Max 10 the half'dozen
boys who, with him, were taking their
homeward way after school Friday night.
'.Have you got the tickets, Reub?"
ayes; hundred and fifty of EN-"
''Goodl Now all we want Is fair day ,"
The day proved to be sill thst could be
desired.
Hay clouds yelled the burning face of
the sun, and there was brisk, cool breeze
blowing. The saving was to begin at
Q o'clock; and before that time the board
benches ranged along the backyard fence
were filed with merry lookers-on. Uncle
Nathan sat in his low, vine
draped door way, besming at every
BODY over his brass bowed spectseles.
There were Max and Sandy, fresh and
smiling, with their saws; Dick and Charley
with their axes, and Jack and Arthur with
their wheelbarrows. Max's father stood
near, watch in hand
"Gor" said he.
Instantly both saws cut with a tuneful
shrek into the wood, nearly drowning tine
sound of Peleg Toothscre's cracked fiddle,
which had been engaged, with Peleg, to
make music for the occasion.
At precisely the same instant the two
logs across the two sawhOrses fell in twsin.
How everybody cheered, sending little
tingles of excitement thrilling along every
boyish nervel And Uncle Nathan
waved one of the eyes out Of his
spectacles; and Aunt Nahby, over his
shoulder, futtered her big calico apron, and
bobbed her gray cockscrew cur!s, to
the tune of "Pop goes the Weasel" which
Peleg's cracked fiddle was merrily playing
Tho hours wore on. The crowd came and
went, surging in and out of the back yard
with jollv'chat and laughter. Tho SAWS
shrieked; the axes flashed in the air; the
wheelbarrows trundled from woodpile to
woodshed. Peleg iddled through and
through his repertOry of tunes from " Yankee
Doodle" to money Musk" and at length
came high noon, with twenty minutes FOR
refreshments.
In the afternoon the excitement wsXed
stronger. The boys sawed steadily on with
scarcely any symptoms Of fatigue, save that
there was scarlet flash on Max's dark
cheek, and Sandy's lips were pale, and
trembled little nervously.
Everybody was laughing and talking OF
the sport. Even MR.. Colonel Grosvenor,
the great lady Of the village, drove up to the
backyard gate in her carriage, bringing
demiiOhn of delicious iced lemonade tor the
young sswyers and their friends. Captain
Winty Coolidge walked around, rubbing his
padgy hands together, and sprinkling in
encouraging remarks between the shrieks OF
the saws and the squeaks of the fiddle.
"It's q good thing to strengthen the
muscles-the muscles. A long-chalk
sensibler than walking ten hours 10 o
stretch, so Ills, so It's! Good boysI Doing
we'll, all on vel"
And how earnest every one became, to be
sure when at length the sticks in each wood.
pile might be counted?
"You never saw any thing like itP' said
Max to his mother, between huge mOuthfuls
OF bread and jam, at the tea-table that night.
avery body who had handkerchief shook
it, know, and Aunt Nabby waved her big
checked apron. They were all singing out
Go i'll and 'GoodP till fellow couldn't
hear himself think Uncle Nathan sat in
the door trotting his foot and wiping his
eyes, though what for l can't imagine; and
Peleg jumped up on his nail-keg and fddled
like the whole town was burDingI Oh, twas
greatl And when we counted up the mon
eT there were twenty-nine dollars and sixty
cents clean cash for Uncle Nathan, and
every body cheered again like fun when we
handed it over. And Captain Winty made
one of his speeches. Uncle Nathan broke
right down when he tried to thank ia, and
Aunt Nabby kissed US boys all round. Yes,
ma'aml
''Oh, yes'm; Sandy beat by twenty-four
seconds; and Ssndys Cap'n again at school,
and of course Dicksy BJd beat Charley, be-
cause Charley couldn't split my last stick
till I'D sawed it, for they kept right on our
heels all the whole time. But Art Hum
phrey beat Jack Jardinel For Art caught
up the wood in his arms, quick as Charley
split it, and ran into the sned with it and
out while Jack was unloading his wheel
barrow. It gives a fellow an Appetite
concluded Max, with sidelong glanc
from his laughing eyes as be reached for
his third helping Of jam; "but it's little
hard on the armsp
In his lecture, christianity aud Hindoo-
ism Contrasted," published recently, Sir
Charles Trevelyan expresses his conviction