The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1888-06-30

made me too mad fur me to want ter stay
minute more nigh her. John Gray had 90
to be auengedl What could he be made te
do that 'ud show her he were brave an,
darin'l Invent off by myself and though
it all out; then went and found my dea
teacher.
"Mister Gray" says l. whisperin', "yo1
done me lots o. good turnS, and if you'll
Jest foller my lead mebbe l kin do Won ,
couple er So"
"All right, JIM" says he, laughin', GO
never take dare-what's to be done?n
sob, nothin' jest now. Only keep close
ter Miss Wintry all day long fur one thing
save and ceptin' the times need yer HELM
Promise me we won't git riled at what
does, no matter how reckless it pears te,
you."
pleasant conditions to begin with, i'm
it's bargain-I promise. My boy, there !
fierce light in your blue eyes-what sort
of storm does it betoken!'
Like huff you kin tell me when the thun-
der and lightnin's over sir?" And then !
leaves him a-laughin', and perceeds-on
the strict quiet, we mind, fellors-tO climb
a tall tree near to where they was Begin
MIN to spread out a galorious lunch 7
takes stout piece o. rope up with me Gt
KEN from round the crockery box and
makes it fast to long bent limb. Then |
slips the other end round my own body.
safe and fast, catches my jacket up over a
twig | broke off on perpose, and perceeds
to hang there In the air-leastwise that's
what pear to be dom ter the folks ,bel-ys
With one direful shrek l call fur NJ 4
pertend ter see nothin' nor nohodytsis.a
ter Montrissor, and l howl for himfyf
come up and help me fore | perish Me
looks up with his mouth so full o. chese
and crackers that l most spoil my etin'
and laugh out loud But he didn't move
anywheres near the tree, you bet, an Miss
Wintry screams: "Oh, save the nildm
AT these words off goes one map coat,
and John Gray is shinnin' up the rec like
mad, and in twinklin' l am jfked up
onter the limb.
You little monkey" sas he,
breathin' and pantin'.
You kin bet l wished l ,cee," says |,
a whispern' back; for monke's have got
soft snap of it-a wrappin' their tails
round limbs o. trees-I had er use this"
and showed him the rope hat KEEP me
from fallin
by all that's Marvellous
Don't We git excited, ST; it's the Just
tTtck-and you jest foller ny lead all day
and We'll come out ahead-Chat's allln
We slid down the big tee and was met
by all the picnickers With cries of Joy. |
KEEP my face straight, ard when she KEN
up and clasped his hand Isaw the blood go
flynn to his honest faee, and he turned
away, shy and silent.
1t were rip-snortin' good dinner, fell
lars, and no mistake. We, bein' the ions,
eat the lions share-leastway l did. But
/ managed to git through it fore any o.
the others. You kin bet | didn't slight
nothin' from sanditches ter pie; but got
through fust, as were a tellin' yer, and
went sneakin' off towards where them
two grays was munchin' their
nooday oats. They was tied to a
couple o. saplins', and it weren't
long fore were on the back o. The friski
est looking one of 'em and goin' it slam
bang through the woods. he'd good safe
grip on the short rein, kin tell you, fell
lars; and knowed what l wee about.
The harness were all on, trim andtrig, and
nothin' less'n partin' with his OWN hide
would a throwed me! ! haint ridthe trick
mule at the circuSseS, l haint, fun nohin'|
Yet imagine | must looked perry scaz1-
fed as KEN a yelpin' past the pi~~AlcSastE
at fearful gait-lookin' all the WOrN llRN~
the wax Mazepper | seen at that sam mu-
syum last summer-only | were Lire and
kicl1in'! Kickin'3 Well, should remark
and thrashin' out with my best leg like
mad and succeedin' main well in ny OBJ
jeck-which were ter brighten the nag clean
outen his senses! Clean outen hewoods
we rushed like the wind, and when rd got
out o. sight behind little hill l pulled him
cleak square round ter stabbord and went
gollopin back agin. They was all lookn
anxious toards where / DISAPPEARED, and
John Gray were ready fur me (as knowed
he would be-, a comm ter meet me on tother
gray nag l yelled "helpl' so you could a
heared me plumb mile, and on ken John
Gray toards my poor scairt beast.
o. course he cotch US easy as wink-but
it looked like wild West show-fur he
rode like Wild Bill and l yelled like a
Comanchel When we was quietn' down
and trottin' passive up ter the place where
their dinner was a-waitin' for them poor
'bused bosses, | says:
"Trick number two-oh, we're a-don'
beeyootiful!'
You little rascal-what are you up tor
"Im up TO my knees in catnip, if yer
please" says l, as l slid down from my
foamin' steed and shifted at the sweet
smell o. crushed leaves.
Some performance of congratulatn' us
both. Some claspin' of John Gray's hand
by her perty white one. Some blushin' and
turnin' away of eyes-but more light in
hern-and softness and sweetness that
were encouragin' to behold.
All us kids run like wild through the
Wintry woods They was perry little
stream called Silver creek, cause it were
so clear and ripply. Jest stones throw
from the place dinner were eaten the creek
got wider m made d dandy place to row a
skif in. Right on the banks of this stream
we all shot off fire-crackers fur hours,
pack after pack, kids; hiyi, but weren't it
fun on the half-shell? / most furgot my
avengin' business in the high ole times |
were hevin', and 'tweren't till prsane
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