The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1882-12-27
Down Cellar.

SO"h NNAA--As
We have had dreadful time at our
house, and 1 have done very wrong.
Oh, always admit it when I've done
wrong. There nothing meaner than
to pretend that you haven't done wrong
when everybody knows you have.
didn't mean anything by it, though,
and Sue ought TO have stood by me.
when I-did it all on her account, and
just because l pitied her, if she was my
own sister, and it was more her fault, l
really think, than it was mine.
MIR. Withers is Sues new young man.
He comes, every Monday, Wednesday
and Friday evening. and Mr.. Travers
comes all the other evenings, and Mr..
Martin is liable to come any time, and
generally does-that is, if he dosen't
have the rheumatism. Though he
hasn't but one real leg, he has twice as
much rheumatism as father, with ali
his legs, and there is something very
queer about it; and if was he, L d get a
leg of something better than cork, and
perhaps he d have less pain in it.
1t all happened last Tuesday night
Just as it was getting dark, and Sue was
expecting Mr.. Trayers every minute,
who should come in but Mr. Martini
Now Mr., Martin is such an old ac-
quaintance, and father thinks SO much
of him, that Sue had to ask him in,
though she didn't want him to meet Mr..
Travers. So when she heard somebody
open the front gate, she said: "Uh. Mr..
Martin I'm so thirsty and the servant
has gone out, and you know just where
the milk is for YOU went down the cellar
to get some the last time you were
here do you think you would mind
getting some for me?" MIR. Martin
had often gone down cellar to help him
self to milk, and don see what makes
him so fond of it, so he said: Certainly
witt great pleasure" and started down
the cellar stairs.
IL wasn't Mr.. Travers, but Mr.. With
ers, who had come on the wrong night.
He had not much more than got into
the parlor when Sue came rushing out
to me, for l was swinging in the ham
mock on the front piazza, and said:
MY goodness gracious Jimmy what
shall l do here MIR. Withers and Mr..
Travers will be here in few minutes
and there's Mr.. Marin down cellar and
feel as if L should fly what shall do?''
l was real sorry for her, and thought
Pd-help her, for girls are not like us.
They never know what to do when they
are in scrape, and they are full of ab-
sehce of mind when they ought to have
lots of presence of mind. So l said:
"Pn fix it for you, Sue. Just leave it
all to me. You stay here and meet NJ.
Travers, who is Just coming around the
corner, and I'll manage Mr.. Withers. :"
Sue said: You darling little fellow
there don't muss my hair" and l went
in, and said to MIR. Withers, in an aw-
fully mysterious way; ''AIr. Nithe's S, /
hear nuise in the cellar Don't tell
sue, for she's dreadlully nervous.
Won't you 90 down and see what it is?''
OF course | knew it was Mr.. Martin
who was making the noise, though L
didn't say so.
''Oh, it's nothing but rats, jimmy"
said he. 80 or else the cat, or maybe it S
the cook.
mo. it isn't.' said 1. "If was
you, I'd go and see into it. Sue thinks
you're awfully brave
Well, after little more talk, Mr.
Withers said he'd 90. and I showed
him the cellar door, and got him started
down the stairs, and then l locked the
door, and went back to the hammock,
and Sue and MIR. Trayers they sat in the
front parlor.
Pretty soon 1 heard a heavy crash
uOnn IL CCilil, etS II SOlllClllIlO nCdNN udu
dropped, and then there was such a
yelling and bowling, just rs if the cellar
was full of murderers. Mr.. Travers
jumped up, and was starting for the
cellar, when sue tainted away, and hung
tight to him, and wouldn't let him 90.
1 staid in the hammock, and wouldn' t
have left it if father hadn't come down
stairs, but when saw him going down
cellar, Invent after him to see what could
possibly be the matter.
Father had candle in one hand and
big club in another. You ought to
have been there to see Mr.. Martin and
Mr.. Withers. One of them had run
against the other in the dark, and they
thought they were both burglars. So
they got hold of each other, and fell
o er the milk pans and upset the soap
barrel. and then rolled round the cellar
floor, holding ON to each other, and
Yelling help, murder, thieves, and when
we found them, they were both in the
ash bin, and the ashes were choking
them.
Father would have pounded them with
the club if hadn told him who they
were. He was awfully astonished, and
though he wouldn't say anything to
hurt Mr.. Martins feelings, he didn' t
seem to care much for mine or Mr..
Withers' $, and when Mr.. Travers final
ly came down. father told him that he
was n nice young man. and that the
whole house might have been murdered
py bu glars while he was enjoying HIM
self in the front parlor.
Mr.. Martin went home after he got a
little of the milk and soap and ashes and
things of OF h m, but he was too angry
to speak. Mr.. Withers said he would
never enter the house again, and MIR.
Travers didn't even wait to speak to
sue, he was in su h a rage with Mr.
Withers. After they were all gone, Sue
| told father that it was all my fault, and
father sa d he would ttend to my case
in the morning: only, when the morning
came, he told me not to do it again, and
that was all.
admit that 1 did do wrong, but l
didn't mean it. and my only desire was
to help my dear sister. You won't catch
me helping her again very SOON
Jimmy BrO1on," ils Rarper'S Young
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