The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1884-04-03

Shorty and Granny Smith grabbed her,
and the old beldam croaked:
WAS goin' to skip. was yer?
knowed it. We peacher. You're in love
with him, is yer? clean gone, hey? Was
goin' to slide out an give us away, ye
daisy? Thet's the thanks we gets for
feedin' We, We cat. I'll learn ye-"
HoP on, Granny" said Dan, the
pickpOcket, whose libations had stimu-
lated him into a species of judgment;
stop beatin' an cursin' of her now;
when we've made the rifle kill her if it
suits We; nobody II care"
The old bag swOre that she would,
and kicked the girl into the street. Shd
continued to thump and kick her until
the party arrived at the academy; then
she gave her a rope ladder, and, as she
ordered the child to climb up the light
ning-rOd, Kissed:
''Git up to the window, open it and
fasicn the hooks into the sill. If We
makes the littlest noise to give us away
Shorty II be up after yer and he'll cut
out yer lights and his'n too. Find the
money an nobody won't get hurt
The childs hard face looked uneasy
In the moonlight. In a trice she was
on the sill. he'd opened the window,
fastened the hooks, and dropped the
ladder. Shorty was with her in a mo-
ment. They passed through the school
room into the teachers sleeping apart
ment Sal did not look at the man; the
excitement of the adventure made the
theft more attractive to her than all
others had oeen. She found the cash
box and exultingly clasped it to her
breast
Thou shalt not steal-forgive those
who sin against thee" murmured Tire
teacher in his sleep.
/ Shorty clappcd his hand on SAILS
mouth and stihed the cry she was about
to utter, He grasped her and quickly
dragged her from the room.
When they returned to the window
he released her.
''Yelp now, We pup, an I'll go back
an cut his throat.
Sal stood back as if to allow him to
DIES end first. Not much, We devil
you go first. amt goin' to leave yer
here to yell
Sal crawIed toward the ground.
Shorty followed, the frail ladder swing
ing and threatening to break. Hurry
down, We cat, said Shorty, when they
were about midway between the Win
dow and earth. Below stood Granny
Smith and Dan; above her Shorty, with
his brightly cleaning knife. Her time
had come; she would not steal from the
only being that had ever spoken a kind
word to her. Before her intent could
be understood she had run up to Shorty,
wrenched the knife from his hand, and
cut one side of the rope ladder. Help
murder! thievesi' she screamed.
The instinct of self-preservatiOn
caused her to cling to the ladder, but
the weight being thrown on one hook
alone it tore through the wood of the
sill and-a groan, a Grassland Shorty
| and Sal lay on the street. He shivered,
seemed to choke and gurgle. Shorty
was before a higher Judge than ever
passed sentence on him on earth.
The noise had attracted a few belated
wayfarers, and a moment later the
1 SchOOlmaSter came out with a lantern.
''What is the matter?n He saw the
bodies. ''Are they badly hurt?''
Some one answered: '-Shippenville
| thieves. Good for them. VIII, here 5
Looney Sal-gOt her deserts at last"
''Oh, no; | am sure she did not in
! tend any wrong,' said the teacher, as
he lifted her little head. She looked
at him with a smile, and when his ex-
/ preston assured her that she would be
1 believed, gasped: "Teacher-I wouldn +
hook, nOthin'-frOm-yer-yer is good
to me-"
Don't speak, poor child. 1 know
! you would not. - He looked upon her
! suffering, quivering form.
I'D like ter 90 ter school," she
| breathed. He took her in his arms and
carried her into the same classroom
| into which she had intruded but few
days before.
Had we not better send for a sur
geon"' asked one of the good-natured
neighbOrs whom the noise had attracted.
ROO late, my friend, said the
teacher; 1.-THE end is approaching"
cain 't-der-gOin' de- be no -
singin'? .' Sal sighed. Immediately the
young mans voice, strong and full,
rose in the hymn of praise that the class
had sung the morning that Sal first
went to school She family sung the
melody with him, and toward the end
of the song her voice grew fainter and
fainter until it was reduced to a mere
whisper
''Sarah-poor childr' The young
man bent over her as he anxiously
called her. She opened her eyes ant
smiled at him.
More singin','' she gasped. HI
complied with her request in a chOkeC
voice. And rs the glimmering dawr
came in through the window the bruised
little body moved no more. In silence
the teacher arose and reverently
brushed back the matted locks from
poor SAILS little face, which smiled
peacefully in death. N J. Graphic.