The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1883-10-18


had been dug bong 400 SsfsSs
USED ZOE pasture-land, and even mo VA. va
useful at times. 4s iO'ad very
when Tommy first wanted q
play in the 'sSouf Lot.,i nsns 70 and
on accounts of this old welli h o.vlected
Sally had said: mo. John, ~ ~ Auni
not be afraid. l have grsst ~ Nee need
Tommy, and if he tells me that sI ~ a
not go near that well l am yerv 49, - VIII
he can be trusted As certala
wei" answered papa, hesitat;..
"; "and then. anyway, the covas.g
heavy that l don't think the eb;lS q s %
possibly lift it. i'iu could
So Tommy. through all tba !.
bright summer days, had come M
gone at his own sweet will. ma aug sas
to-day had never once thought # br Sasl
ing his promise to dear Amt Ss11s,
But to-day-"Well, she might =, osalt.
me mother piece of her old short sven
then--mean thingIn said Tommy ' !. 4.
busy little hands worked A. tse = nls
well-cover. A push, pull, ierE RI aug U,S
the whole thing slipped off SUDDEN aIe
and far more easily than papa had sn5
posed possible, while Tommy ,tood e
the edge peering down-oh! 4 lonc W. =
doWn-into the still dark water. e
''Guess | could catch a fish IN bar. !.
l had a line and a hook and SOM ~ :
worms, sir! Never MINDLESS see # +
could reach down to the water. y Z
Here Tommy lay fat down on Ii.
face. and reached his chubby arms a.
far over the stone well-mouth as be conld
Oh, if Aunt Sally had seen him tbeni
Or papa! 83f 80"
Don't fink l can quite reach. H..
me and my hat put together could iess
as easy es muffin at all. Here, Jummvi
Jummy! Jummy! Come on and wall
play Danyeltin the lions den. Yon Ia
Danyell, dummy, and I'll be--Pll be-.
oh, can't be We lions cause they wss
in We den, and you see l isn't Never
mind. Play Joseph instoad-,Josen6
and the ten wicked brethering what
Aunt Sally told you and me bout lass
Sunday. You can be Joseph, JummvI
and Ill be We ten wicked bIethering,I
You'll have to go in We pit, you know
but I'll get YOU out again, dummy
don't you be afraid not bit Then
as poor little Jumbo struggled ana
mewed, Tommy added: ssOh, Juminy
Use afraid you're little coward! Aunt
Sally says it's mean to be coward. and
you know Joseph didn't act that wav
when they put him in We pit least ID
didn't scratch, and claw, and--therel
you old fling! Now you're in, and I've
a big mind to leave you there scratch
my face all upp'
Alas, poor Jumbo! Poor little "Jo-
seph''! With the last words Tommy
forcibly snatched him from his shoulder
where he had chung so tiereely at the
last, and threw him into the well.
"Oh, Jummy! My! how he swims!
That's right-that's right! link that's
jest the way Joseph did in We pit Go
it, Jummy! My-what you a-ehokin
for? Oh, wait! wait, Jutnmy-des
Jummy, don't you go drownin' yourself!
I'll get you out! Temmy's here, jun
my!n And the now frightened little
master plunged his short arms down
again and again after his poor playmate
But the arms were too short and too
fat to be of any use, and then Tommy
tried his hat, sobbing down into the
well, "Jumbo, keep up, my dee Jummy!
Oh, didn't mean to do it, Jummy! |
do love you bester'n all the world, and
you'll forgive me, won't you Junmy"
Over and over again the little straw hat
swept the water, but, with Tommys
tears and the kitten struggles, hecould
not fish successfully.
But after a little the poor victim grew
quieter, and at last, with q mighty
effort, Tommy swept him up into his
hat and triumphantfy landed him on the
soft meadow-grass.
There! there! Jummy darlin' Now
you're all right, and Tommy 8 so sorry.
Come home now, Jumbo, and Aunt
Sally shall give you big saucer Of new
milk, sir, and she may put me righs
straight off to bed if she wants to- 0h,
dear! why don't you open your eyes?
and what makes your mouf open that
way? Jummy, dee, dee dummy, won't
you get up and come home with your
own Tommy what loves youp"
A half-hour later, and Aunt Sally,
looking from the window of her pretty
shaded dining-room, sees strange pro
eession coming up the hill from the
South Meadow Lot. .
First there. is Tommy, with some
thing lying over his shoulder-what
can that be? Closely following him =
Rover, whose grave face and big brosa
eyes seem thoroughly to undertand thas
something is amisS. Daisy walks anI-
iouslv first on this SIDE, then on thai,
now lettering behind, NOW running on
before, and always seeming to hun! io'
something. 1tgE -,
"Where is Tommy's Jumbos
thinks Aunt Sally, who Is little near
sighted; and then. rising hastily,
"What can be the matterP-the emu
is crying. % - seh'' s,
And SO he is, sobbing bitterly, ana
with his dirty little knuchles describing h.
/ geolnetric figures on his face; Wnn0
over his shoulder, in pitihl limPiess.,,::
hangs forlorn little dead kitten, s ~
| dripping with water, thus marking w
trail of the small funeral procession
tWhy, Tommy, what does this mean ~.
And what in the world is the niabet
with Jumbo?"
.sOh, dee mel dee mel You can pas
me right to bed, Aunt Sally, Gauss I y Il
been drefful naughty'n' wicked ~
MAS n mad tl,r,trf the old ShOrt-Cdks,