The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1888-09-09

il a-hoofn' it threw tn orchard jes afore yer
come up, gov'ner, hopeterdie if | didn't. He
was a redheaded teller with an ak, sezhe tel
yer. boss, Gawge didn't know nothin' what fun
was unless he old man Wash a-leggin'
it threw tn orchid an shinnin' 10 over thet Their
rail fence arter tn red-headed Teller with tn ak.
Wouldn't it ben circus to seen Gawge say
git Their, ole man, ira la o, guess not" And
Jim laughed immoderately at bis version-or
perversiou, rather,-of our Aational tradition
concerning the cherry tree.
''Gawge was tenderfoot, an them fellers
Amt no good on earth. tell yer"
week of slow. unprogressive, unsatisfyipg
time went by. No one was happy. Rolly's
cheerfulness sbatiue. Mrs. Kinks was re-
signediy miserable. and Jim, having been filled
Nd" rs he expressed il. plainly longed for the vi
cissitudss aud variations of city life. The ashcat
homesick for its alley.
Rolly, had to 60 to town again with load Of
potatoes, and consented to take Jim along with
him. So Rag and Tag were again brought into
reQuisition, Tag with his unconquerable aver
sion to Jim cropping out in small starts and
snorts and Jumps as wise pony who would
say:
II have no confidence in him. saw him pop
out of an ash-barrel."
Rollv said to his mother they started, with
a subdued attempt at cheerfulness
al dreamed of putting new cheeses into an
ssh-barrel. What's that sign of, mothers"
But Mrs. Kinks. ignoring the sign, replied
with grim humor:
Eye do things bout as sensible when We sleep
as We do when yere awake"
The ten miles again. Rag busy and attend
ing strictly to business and Tag objecting to
every familiar stump and landmark with SHES
and snorts and flirting defiance with his small
heels. as pony would say to himself and the
stumps
81 know you. OF course. But I like to mske
my master think rdont, and like to let you
and my master both know / don't care kick for
any of you-poor two-legged thing or nolegged
at all, which is worse YETI
Jim beguiled the tedium of the ride by adding
to his large stock of improbable tales several
new and original ones remarkable for their
aniActY, if nothing more. Rolly had about
given MP in despair 1t was like trying to stop
leak In dixie with straws, TO check Jims
fondness for lies, pure and simple. Thrust a
handful Of straw-truths into one leak and the
flood would burst out in another place with in
creased vigor 1t was terrible
Passing the depot as they entered the city,
Jim looked wistfully at the throng gathered to
meet coming friends or speed the parting or 60
upon journeys themselves.
Purity fly fer a Teller ter skip out an not be
stow. Wished could go long with tner
swells."
This comfortsd Reilly somewhat. for it was the
nearest approach to aspiration he had detected
in Jim.
Going up the long hill Jim made pretext Of
seeing better in the back Of the wagon. Rolly
drove along for few minutes without looking
around. When he did there was no Jim sitting
running back down the crowded road, darting
in and out among the wheels and
horses feet like a cat the small fgure-de-
sorting his best friend. He looked around fire.
quertly and apprehensively at Roly, and in so
doing failed TO see what Rolly saw, what he
stood up in the produce wagon and shouted to
warn him from, what other men in other wagons
shouted excitedly at him:
''Look out for the cabe!'
Jim thought they were experimenting him,
that they were crying, perhaps, "Stop. theft
Catch that boy!" and in his turnings and twist
| ings to evade imagined pursuers he found the
cleared road OF the up track, failed to know why
il was clear, upon it, looking back, failed 10
| hear the alarm gong. or to catch its meaning il
| he did it's sound, and forgot his small life in q
| great crash which heralded oblivion
/ Poor little JIM Uncared for, untaught I'M
| loved and unlovable. Nothing noble In him,
| nothing heroic in his death, nothing to be
| praised in his life. little shome heather .
! TOO near to be romantic. too dirty TO be near
| and too ignorant to be saved.
Among his dreams Rolly is troubled by the
| questions
"How arc they to be reachedl What method
| can We usel What language can We speak 70
ears which hear but understand not, or under
| stand but comprehend notl Would there have
been hope for him herei Is there hope for hin
| hereafter2'
| Who kuoTsi