The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1885-03-25


that If he would be good, he might ac-
company her on a visit to friend in the
country. The youngster remembered
I the promise; and sometimes at night
when he said his prayers, he would in
terpoate the protocol Of "Now / lay
me down to Sleep" and throw in few
! suggestions of reminder concerning the
visit. When the day arrived, Mrs. Null
kittle decided that the boy had been
4 good. The excitement of buggy ride.
the objects of interest along the road
a rabbit jumping among the brars and
a squirrel that crossed the road and ran
up tree, made him shout in merriment.
Sister Caroline Patterson, whom they
visited, was delighted to see them, and
her son Avery, when he saw Young Mul-
kittle, took ''duck fit" as his mother
expressed it.
'tNow, Willie" said the anxious moth
er, you must not go near the horses"
"Nome."
"And you must not go down to the
creek"
"Nome."
"Come on, Bill, " shouted Avery.
''You Averyi" said Mrs. Patterson.
"Well, why don't he come on2"
Because his mother is talking to
him "
Don't go in the mud" continued
Mrs. Mulkittle.
81 amt"
"There now, run along and be a good
boy"
The two youngsters went out to the
lot.
"That's fine calf, said MulkittIc.
"You bet he is" Patterson replied.
"Wish I had thought about it and
brought my saddle. We would ride
him."
"Who ever heard tell of anybody ridin'
calf"
"They might not ride town calves but
a calf Ike this here is better than a hoss.
Don't need saddle, only its easier.
Don't need bride, either. Want to
ride him around the lot time or
two"
mo, not this time. Wait till 1 come
next time"
"Ho, you are afraid, that's what"
''No, amt"
eyes, you are afraid. Bet your life
if | waster to come to town an YOU
waster tell me that l was afraid to ride
anything, I'd hop on him too quick.
You wouldn't do to live in the country.
You haven't got the sand. You are a
coward, that's what"
''No, amt coward. l rode boss
by myself"
Anybody can do that. Ho, a baby
can ride hoss."
"Well, if had bride an saddle I'd
ride him"
"What do you want with bride an
saddlel That's the way girls ride. Do
you want to ride like a girl2n
"Girls ride sideways, but l don't.
"Come on here 'an let's drive him up
in the fence corner. Come up. You
needn't ride him unless you want to- l
amt beggin' you to do it.''
The calf, lazy looking thing. was
easily driven into the fence corner. Pat
terson went up to him and began to
stroke his head.
"Git around there, Bill, an climb on
the fence. Now don't you see how putty
you could throw your leg over him. /
wish had boy here that wasn't a
, coward. believe you are girl any.
| how"
81 amt a girlp Indignantly replied
the visitor. Chow can | git on him
when he won't keep still2"
''Now he's still. There, knowed you
was afraid"
Mulkittle, still hesitating, stood with
| one foot on the fence and with the other
on the calfs back.
! "Why don't-now you got him Hold
him Whoopm
The calf lowered his head and with n
! 'ba-r-r," darted across the lot. Null
i kittle yelled, and the next moment his
mother emerged from the house. Just
before she reached the lot, the calf threw
| the youngster. With shrek the fright
ened mother ran to him. lie was not
hurt, having falling on pile of leaves,
but his mother seized him in her arms
and carried him in the house.
"Why did you get on that calf; sayl"
"AvAv-Avery made me. "
'Didn't do any such a thing, nav.
He said that if he had a saddle he would
ride him, an said that he couldn't if
he had a saddle, an he said he could ride
/ him anyhow, an when the calf went in
/ the corner he climbed on the fence an
tried to pull him off and he jumped on
/ the calf and"
Young Mulkittle could stand it no lon
ger. Springing from his mothers side,
/ he struck Avery in the face, seized him
by the hair, jerked him down between a
trunk and the wall and before the excited
women could drag him away, he had
kicked Avery and blooded his face.
When the boys had been separated the
women drew themselves up aad looked
at each ether.
"Don't you say word to me p said
/ Mrs. Patterson.
"Oh, don't be alarmed, " Mrs. Mulkit-
tie replied. 81 have no desire to talk to
a woman who has such a son. Tried to
kill my poor child with a calf +"
My son is not a murderer, and yours
is, snapped Mrs. Patterson. "If you
don't like that Mr.. Patterson viii settle
it with your husband"
"Oh, INV husband, like my son, is
quite enough to settle any OF the Patter-
sons. Good day, madam, bowling with
rnoolfuo, erraca fU eban ,,avor or4o.