Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1886-12-18
CHAPTER V.
NOW enE WAS spoIIEp.

now SHE WAS SPOILED.
The incidents recorded in the last chap
ter were the beginning of friendly in
timacy between ice and Little Tu'penny.
Indeed, Joe was the only person from
whom Miss Triptolema Yellowleaf Red
fern would endure to be called by this
nickname.
1t was curious fact that Joe, so re-
served and unsociable with his fellows,
unbent to the girl He did not grudge a
talk with her, or the time spent ia her so
ciety; he learned even to smile at her
odd and audacious remarks. He even
encouraged her to visit the mill lie
knew that she got harm at home He
knew that she had alienated the girls of
her own age, her former associates, by
her conceit, and he hoped to be able to
supply some little check to the mischief
which was going on. When the sails
were in full swing, end Trip was being
made giddy, he had put on the drag and
saved her; perhaps now he might do
something of the sort morally. do not
know that he thought this all out for
himself, but dim sense of pity for the
child filled him, and desire to befriend
and better her was like warm spark in
his heart.
One evening his mother sold to him, in
reference to Trip, who had been into the
cottage to beg for bread and honey, "It
Is bad lookout for the little lass. With
careless father and foolish mother,
she will go utterly to the bad in the end.
see it all before me. 1t cannot be other.
As you bend plant so it will grow.
What oil 81
"Sighing, motherP I'm blowing the
flower out of my lungs"
Next day he was not in his usual
amiable frame Of mind when the girl mp
peared in the mill door, lovely appari-
ton, dark against the brilliant sky be.
hind, standing on one leg, with hand
on each doorpost, looking in and singing.
His gray eyes rested on the graceful
figure. The face was in shadow because
sunlit white cloud was behind it, and
he blew the flour again out of his lungs.
She continued warbling, standing on
one leg.
"Hushr' said Joe, starting to the
stairs. ''There is the bell ringing; the
hopper is empty"
When Joe had gone aloft, Trip pro.
duced her whistle and piped.> He did moi
come down till he had filled the hopper
Then he descended leisurely. He found
the girl seated on -four sack, pouting.
"You care for the hopper more than
for me-" she said; 'when the hopper
rings you run up to it, when whistle
you will not come to me-"
because / am really needed at the
hopper; as / have already told you
when you really need me, will come
you"
"If whistler
without your whistle. When yor
were flying or rather falling you did moi
call me, but came"
"Yes at-the right moment, dear Joe. y
She sat on the sack, thinking, with hel
finger on the dimple in her cheek, and he
looked at her, not without sadness on his
brow
All at once she frightened, turned hcl
dark eyes on him, and said; "Millel
Joe, you are going to let this sack down
into the basement. 1t is on the trap
Give me ride down"
He shook his head. He took her hand
and lifted her from the sack, and made
her stand on one side.
run down, little woman, below The
sack, it is true, is going to be let by the
trap into the basement, but never, and ii
no way, will ! let you down Go below
and stand on the trap, and when the
sack is removed will haul you up"
She went out at the door, ran down thC
steps, and presently he saw her through
the hole in the roof of the weighing house
and floor of the -four chamber, holding
the chain of the lift. and looking mn. II.
heaved, and up she came, with bright
uplifted face and fluttering white hair
and smiles in her dancing eyes. Their
he knelt, put out both his hands, ant
lifted her on to the floor and closed the
trap.
$50, Little Tu'pennyw he said. "Nevel
down; too many who know no better arc
doing that with you; will always put
out my hands and help you up"
But she understood nothing of hi.
meaning. How should sheP She wa.
but child.