The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1886-01-09

conclude their Festival" but the Pres
ident, suddenly discovering Tim, had
pounced upon him!
"What have you got to say for your
self" inquired the President
Eyes, yes!'' Now for your "Got
caught, ehP" duck him." 'Make
him wear pumpkin!" were some of
the opinions volunteered on this oc-
casion. The 'Barley-Corners' wercfsn
a savage mood, and Tim Larkin shrank
before the angry looks of the club.
"SimeOn! Simeonn' said his Aunt
Patty, softly, 81 want to see you min
ute ="
"What is it, auntP" he asked as the
two stepped aside.
"What are you going to do with
himP"
ooh, l don't know Whether we
shall hang him up to a tree, or not, l
don't know"
'Well, now, you let me manage it.
OF course it was a mean caper, and if
you will let me fix it warrant you that
he will feel mean and miserable
enough. Will you let me?''
Eyes, if the fellers agree to it, you
know. l must ask them"
"Of course.
The boys all liked Aunt Patty, and
consented. She now took Tim Larkin
within the house and seated him in the
kitchen. His face was pale and he
fingered his cap uneasily. He wondered
what was coming. He had been ex-
pecting a pounding every me-. TAD
/ was DraCIhg nlmse1I up In rcadineSs Tor
the penalty, He was entirely UMPIRE
pared for Aunt Patty when she sat
down beside him, and in her pleasant,
while impressive, way-she had very
sweet yet dignified voice-talked to him
about his unfair, unkind course. The
longer Aunt Patty talked the worse
Tim felt. If he had only been out-of-
doors, catching it" while the club
gave it to him good" he could have
attempted some kind of resistance But
he was at Aunt Patty's mercy, and he
could do nothing but feel miserable all
over, away down to his boots
"I-won't-again, he murmured
| 'I-know-it was-mean."
care you hungry, TimP"
Hungry? Were not the Larkin tribe
hungry all the time, the mother poor
widow and the children seven in num-
Der? Tim nodded his head.
"Tll ~ piece of pumpkin pie for
you," said Aunt Patty. She brought
him bigpiece.
Eat that" she said
Tim was too hungry to refuse, and
the pie did taste good, but, oh, it made
him feel mean enough about his treat
ment of the "Barley-Con Club"
"Now, Tim, the club will go home
with you. They won't touch you, but
you must do just as say and take this
in your hands," said Aunt Patty.
"Just give it to your mother"
She held out package. 1t contained
one of those deep, big pumpkin pies,
for the making of which Mrs. Peters
just given to Aunt Patty. Tim could
guess what it was, and it felt like
milestone in his hands. If anybody
had kicked him, he could have kicked
back, but what could Tim do with his
pumpkin pie? He couldn't throw that
back. He could only keep it and feel
miserable.
Aunt Patty had arranged everything
! with the club, and they knew just
what to do She had told them how
Tim was feeling, and sure enough,
when she led Tim to the door, the
| Barley-Corners - drawn up in two
lines, each man (small MANI with his
pumpkin lantern-received very mis-
cradle looking being.
Forward, marchn' majestically
shouted the President.
Down the street they went, the mis-
cradle being walking between two
blazing lines, as if on his way to death
at the stake. There was no execution
intended save to the pumpkin pie that,
in gingerly fashion, Tim bore in his
hands. Its wrapping had slipped off
| at one side.
''Halt!' shouted the President, at
Mrs. Larkin's door, and then rapping
on worn black pannel the President
babe each Barley-Corner to wait until
the door was opened. A woman with
a thin, hungry face came to the door,
and crowding around her were six
other thin, hungry beings.
"Oh, Tim-this you?' "My!. see
them pumpkins What makes 'em
look SOP" "a pie! pie! Goody"
'Where didyou getit, Timmy?" ''What
you been dom so long, Iimthy?"
Amid these EXPLANATIONS the bearer
of the pumpkin pie was received to his
home, feeling that he was the meanest
person in all the town. Sim Peters
shouted, Right about" and the
avenged Barley-Corners moved up
street again.-ReU. E. A. Rand, in
Chicago Interior.