The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1886-12-08

In their little beds until they heard again
outside a throwing down of things,
screaming and crying, but their courage
lorsook them, and they crept quickly un-
der the ragged covers, their teeth chatter
ing with fright. They heard the Dalles
tumble down every piece of furniture, ,
they heard their father scream, their
mother cry and groan; then everything
grew still and they fell asleep
When they awoke next morning and
like timid little mice peeped around
cautiously, they saw their father sitting
on his low bench, working away with a
! good WILL while their mother prepared
the leather. On the floor were scattered
glass splinters and broken pieces of
earthen dishes. The only chair left in
the room was broken. and, saddest of all,
their mothers head was tied up with a
piece of linen and their fathers face was
scratched and the back of his coat was
ripped way down.
Red Pfefferman spoke little that day,
and when he did say something, he
never looked at Slobe, his wife.
| She had been handsome once, and
Iresh as rose on the bush when she
was tied in wedlock to her present hus-
pand; now her face was pale aud care
worn, and dark rings were visible
under her dark eyes, still full of fire and
expression.
When Red Pfefferman left his shop.
after twilight had set in, all three chill
dren began to cry aloud
What are you crying about?" asked
Slobe 81 have trouble enough al
ready"
Should we not cry" said JalSev.
''when the Dales beats our sweet Name
during the night2"
Slobe wiped her tears and left the
room to talk to some of her neighbors,
who complained about the great noise
which disturbed the neighborhood night
after night
81 would sooner kill him." was the
grocer's wife, Madame Diamond, heard
to say, ethan to suffer this any longerr
The children listened. Chow can
Name kill him ~ SAID little Jacob; che is
an evil spirit. You may beat the air as
much as you please, and he does not feel
it; and the Dalles is like the air."
When night came on, Slobe took the
children to bed. 1t consisted of straw
and pillow filed with hay; an old,
dllapidated, patched up quilt served as
cover for all three. But they, neverthe-
less, slept very soon as quiet as the an-
gels in heaven. They had made up
their minds to keep awake again, but
their eyelids became heavy; however be-
fore long they were aroused from their
sleep by terrible noise in the front of
the street door, like the roaring of wild
animal. They heard their mother Slobe
rise from her couch, then saw how she
made light. She evidently had made
up her mind to meet the Dalles face to
face.
LET me jump out and take hold of
his legs whispered Jacob; che must
not be permitted to beat Name again.
will not let him."
AT that moment the door opened and a
man whom the children did not know
came tottering into the room. His long,
gray caftan hung down in shreds; he
was covered all over with mud, one of
his slippers gone, his hat, of which half
the brim was hanging down into his
wild, red fare, stuck upon his head; in
one hand he held the branch of a tree,
recently torn off, with which he struck
furiously in every direction.
"That is him That is the Dallesr'
said Sarah and anxiously leaned her
trembling face upon Jacobs shoulder.
Don come near me-" said Slobe,
with her back to the wall for protection.
81 will not let you strike me, as sure as
there is God in heaven"
you attempt to-hiccup-threaten
me, your lord nd-hiccup-master
Slobe Slobe! Things have came to
nice pass-you good for nothing wife,
you! Fie."
go to bed"
"Ha ha ha! l am thirsty want
something to drink. Where is the
whisky2"
II have no whisky"
"Will you at once do what sayl"
And raising the stick he tottered to-
ward her.
At this moment something happened
for which nobody was prepared, not
even Slobe. The three children jumped
out of their bed, and between him and
their mother and then fell upon their
knees and commenced TO cry bitterly.
"Dalles Dalles !" cried the little fell
low, Take everything, only do not
hurt Mame!"
Leave us our Name, dear, darling
Dallesm Sarah implored, raising up
her little farms. ''She is so good, as
good as papa, who works to get our
bread
''Sweet Dalles, don't strike Mame!n
The wild man, who was not recognized
by the children, stared at them for a long
time, with cold, CLASSY eyes; the stick
dropped out of his hand; he put his
hand upon his forehead, as if trying
to remember something which he had
forgotten long ago. he then tore wildly
his dishevelled hair, until the hat fell off
his head; he trembled all over. and
finally sank down upon the cobbler's
stool.
"The Dalles" he repeated softly with
voice choked with emotion. THE
Dalles!"
Then the children commenced to
scream out in chorus, "The Tataip'
Cfather) but immediately hushed and