The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-04-04
Shorty and Granny Smith grabbed her.

Shorty and Granny Smith grabbed her.
ard the old beldam croaked:
"Was gcin' to skip, was yer? T
knOwed it, We. peacher. You're IN love
with him, is yer? clean gone, hey? Was
goin' to slide out an give US away, We
daisyP Thet's the thanks we gets for.
feedin' We, We cat. I'll learn We
HoT on, Granny" said Dan, the
pickpocket, whose ibations had stimu-
lated him into a species Of Judgment;
"stop beatin' an cursin' of her now;l
when we've made the rifle kill her if it
suits ye; nobody II care
The old bag swore that she would,
and kicked the girl into the street. She.
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
fasten the hooks into the sill. IF We
makes the littlest noise to give us away,
Shorty'll 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 child's hard face looked uneasy
in the moonlight. In a trice she was
on the sill, had opened the window,
fastened the hooks, and dropped the
ladder. Shorty was with her in q 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 been. She found the CASH.
box and exultingly clasped it to her.
breast.
"Thou shalt not steal-forgive those
who sin against thee," murmured the
teacher in his sleep.
Shorty clapped his hand on Sails
mouth and stifed 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 90 back
an cut his throat
| Sal stood back as if to allow him to
descend first. .'Not much, we devil
you go first I amt goin' to leave yer
here to yell.p
Sal crawled toward the ground.
Shorty followed, the frail ladder swing
ing and threatening to break. ssHurry
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. s.Help!
murder! thievesn' 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. shiyered,
seemed to choke and gurgle. Shorty
was before higher Judge than ever
passed sentence on him on earth.
The noise had attracted few belated
wayfGrers, and moment later the
schootmaster came out with lantern.
'sWhat is the matter?" He saw the
bodieH "Are they badly hurt?"
Some one answered: '.Shippenville
thieves. Good for them. Why, here's
Looney Sal-got her deserts at last
''OE, no; | am sure she did not in
tend any wrong" said the teacher, as
he lifted her little head. She looked
at himr with a smile, and when his ex-
preston assured her that she would be
believed, gasped: ''Teacher-I wouldn' t
hook, nothin' from -yer-yer is good
to me-"
"Den't speak, poor child. I know
you would mott He looked upon her
suffering, quivering form.
"P1 like ter go ter school," she
breathed. He took her in his arms and
carried her into the same classroom
into which she had intruded but a few
days before.
! HAD we not better send for sur
geong' asked one of the good-natured
neighbors whom the noise had attracted.
''Foo late, my friend,'' said the
teacher; ''the end is approaching
"Ain' t-der-goin' -der- 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 mere
whisper.
"Sarah-poor childr' The young
man bent over her as he anxiously
called her. She opened her eyes and
smiled at him.
"More singin'," she gasped. He
complied with her request in choked
voice. And as the glimmering dawn
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 T. Graphic.
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