The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1882-12-07

be here in a few minutes and there's Mr..
Martin down cellar and feel as If
should fly what shall do?"
was real sorry for her, and thought
I'd help her, for girls are not like US.
They never know what to do when they
are in scrspe, and they are full of abb
sence of mind when they ought to have
lots of presence of mind. So said: "I'll
fix it fer you, Sue. Just leave it all to
me. You stay here and meet Mr..
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 went
in. ard said to Mr.. Withers, in an
awfullly mysterious way, "Mr. Withers,
1 hear "a noise in the cellar. Don't tell
Sue, for she's dreadfully nervous. Won't
you go down and see what it is?" OF
course l 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, ''or else the cat, or maybe it's
the cook"
"No, it isn't" said 1. ''If was you,
awfully brave"
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Withers said he'd go, and 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 Mr.. Travers they sat in the
front parlor.
Pretty soon heard heavy crash down
cellar. as if som ething heavy had dropped,
and then there was such Q yelling and
bowling, just as il 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 go.
l staid in the hammock, and wouldn't
have left it if father hadn't come down
stairs, but when saw him going down
cellar, went after him to see whatcould
possibly be the matter.
Father had q candle in one hand and
big club in the other. 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 we're both burglars. So
they got hold of each other, and fell
over the milk pans and upset the soap
barrel, and then rolled round the cellar
floor, holding on to each other, and yell
ing 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't 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..
Wither's, and when Mr.. Travers finally
came down. father told him that he was
u nice young man, and that the whole
house might have been murdered by
burglars while he was enjoying himself
in the front parlor.
Mr.. Martin went home after he got
little of the milk and soap and ashes and
things off him, but he was too angry to
speak. Mr.. Withers said he would
never enter the house again, aud Mr..
Travers didn't even wait to speak to Sue,
he was in such rage With Mr.. Withers.
After they were all gone, Sue told her
father that it was all my fault, and
father said he would attend to my case
in the morning; only, when morning
came, he told me not to do it again, and
that was all.
admit that did do wrong, but /
didn't mean it, and nay own desire was to
help my own dear sister. You won't
catch me helping her again very soon.-
Jimmy Brown, in Harper's Young
Folks.