The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-02-10
BECOMES DESPERATE.
Young Mulkistle at Sunday Sehooi--- A
 Red Headed Boy's Punishment

Ned Headed boy's Punishment. Willie Mulkiitle went to Sunday-school alone MT. Mulkittle did no, attend, as ] he had been summoned to the country to preach the funeral of well known citizen, upon whom the cold hands 6. death had been spread This was the first time the boy had ever walked ,hc streets alone, and everything he saS appeared to him in such aa advanced light of freedom, so changed. se novel. that a strong desire to i ioi.er and investigate was only snbdaed by the recollection of his mothers warn ] ing but when he saw dos killing I'd, Tn iron; of d livery stable. he turned for a moment to witness the performance. He i looked al the mo,ley-face boys iha; crowded around and wondered why they were allowed to amuse themselves Al will bat when he heard one oi them use a ' bad woFd, his mothers ~ lrnlns arose before h.m and he hutried along. just as one of the boys called out, Bay If you don't like our way of doing bas.ness. come back and help yourself"
 Why, heres little Wlille Mulki,,le all alone" sad old Mss Granting. the teacher, whea the boy presented himself al the ca,echisn station. '' Why, who came with you =
 Come by myself an saw dog kill rat"
 A red-headed young rooster the son of hide merchant. snoued, and young Mulk4ttie regarding him with a look of amusement asked:
 '' Is your pa dead =
 - You be, nc amt. amt. neither. an if you don't believe II wait ,,li this things over-
 Hush, children, said old Miss Gram ling. You must no, quarrel. George" turning to the redheaded rooster" <" This little boy. born under the sound of the gospel and reared in the atmosphere of the Bible, IS not an associate of the ga- min
 Well, he can, run over me- said George, brisiiing up like a spi,eful .shoatr When ketch hlm ou, I'll fix him
 Miss Granting belongs to that old class of ladies, descendants from men of more courage than accomplishment. Turning to young Mulkittle, she said Will lie. if this boy bothers you, hit him"
 Is he bad .'
 -Yes, he IS bad
 ~He IS one of the boys what the she bears would come out of the wood an eat. am, he =
 .l amt that sor of a cat" replied George, bes,owing a vicious glance on the biblical child.
 Hush demanded Miss Granting, '' or I'll have you sent home. No more nonsense now"
 The busy hum of recitation began. In no hall of learning do you hear such an intermingling of voices as the Sunday school room. The lisp of the child, the squa~k-iike utierances of the boy in the "gosiing age" when the voice Is anccl- tain. the sharp. whisper-like accents of the young lady, and the deep. subcued intonations of the man, all arse al once to make Babel Of vocaI.zaiion.
 The superintendent, grave man who spends his week days in burying the dead and his Sundays in teach.ag the hy- ing- annrnached Miss GraIalinz's class and seeing young Muikittle. gently stro.ed his curry head and asked
 Where IS your fAther:'
 Gone 10 the country. He wen, the other day an brought home some back bones an spare-ribs wha, man giyc him
 The superintendent smiled. showing a plugged tooth, polished like the handle of one Of his cofins, and asked:
 "W-ho was the strongest nlanT
 "Sampson.-
 -Who the wises, -
 Snakes said the toy, with an air of inquiry.
 'Oh, mo- You are thinking of the in- junction, be ye therefore as wise as ser penfs and as harmless as doves.' Solo, mon vas the wisess maD.
 Solomon repeated the child, with solemnity of manner, iilussTzt tive of an eifor to embed the fact in his memory. -Who was it that made the ax swim .''