The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-01-14

| STOCK began. A HOOK OF sheep were
easily managed; for they all followed the
one that was dragged on despite his bleat-
ing, and went obediently into their pen.
Once, before William Henry's time the
foremost sheep in large flock had brok-
en- away, and jumped through the railing
on the opposite side of the steamer into
the water, the whole flock following him;
but that never occurred since, though
William Henry secretly longed for it
every day.
Then, with scant ceremony, the noisy
calves were hustled aboard.
"Now, get out of the way, boys; for
this old fellow looks like mischief" said
one of the deck hands, as he began to
loosen old Monarch.
With many muttered remonstrance,
the boys reluctantly obeyed; and, fasten-
ing rope around the horne, the men un-
tied the angry animal.
Instead of the furious rueh which they
bad expected, be stood immovable, with
look of stubborn resistance.
In vain the deck hands showered blows
and kicks upon him and pulled at the
rope. He would not bulge an inch. He
slowly sat down on his launches, and
braced his forelegs to resist the effort the
men were making to drag him in spite of
himself. Every irch grand old king he
looked, painting with anger, Offering this
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being used. The steamer blew warn
ing whistle, and the men redoubled their
efforts. One of them bestowed heavy
kick with his rough boot full in the old
Monarch's face.
Either the insult or the pain maddened
the animal. He sprapg to his feet, and
| by desperate lunge broke one Of the
ropes, the other slipping from the hands
Of the terrified men. The crowd scat
tered in all directions, as, with an angry
below, he broke into a run toward the
corner of the wharf
A little girl, tiny creature Of two
years, stood there, her scarlet dress max
ing bit of bright color, watching with
innocent curiosity the sppro aching ami
NAL. It was the minister's little daugh-
ter, and she had come down with her IA
Their to see the boat start. He had seen
friend on the upper deck, and gone on
board the steamer for few minutes to
| speak to him, leaving the child in safe
place, as he suppose in the corner of
the wharf. He was an absent minded
man, and he was soon SO engaged in con-
versation that he forgot all about the
waiting child.
As he saw the crowd rapidly scattering,
and heard screams of alarm, he suddenly
thought of May, and darted down the
steps; but he was too late.
No one on the deck saw the childs i'm
minent peril, for the side of the stock
shed hid her from view; but those behind
the animal grew sick with horror, az, with
wrathful below, old Monarch lunged
toward the innocent baby, whose scarlet
dress increased his already furious pas.
sion. If she only knew enough to Jump
into the river beside her, then she might
escape those cruel horns; but there
seemed no hope.
Suddenly the-e was silence, aud the
shouts OF the men ceased, as small,
ragged boy scudded down the wharf,
right past old Monarch, his bare, brown
feet fairly flying.
He seized the frightened baby, and
with all the impetus of his run gave a
tremendous jump. A mud dredge had
been at work beside the wharf; and the
scow, loaded with mud, was but a few
feet from the place where May had stood.
It was big jump for small boy bur
dened with baby, but the sturdy legs
deserved the reputation they had wop.
Plump into the black mud William
Henry landed with his burden; and angry
Monarch beloved with bsffied wrath, as
he looked down at them. A cheer arose
from the steamer as they saw William
Henry emerge from the mud into which
he had sunk; and he waved his brimless
hat, in recognition of the applause which
he felt was justly his due.
A well-thrown rope reduced the aston
ished Monarch again to captivity; and
though he resisted valiantly, he was
dragged aboard the steamer.
Poor little May, screaming with fright
at her involuntary mud bath, was re-
stored to her grateful fathers arms, and,
feeling herself once more safe, sobbed
out her indignation against the wicked
boy" that had spoiled her "pitty new
| dress"
AS for William Henry, he was hero.
Every one said so, and he had proud
self consciousness of the fact. He walked
up the wharf with the air of victorious
general, followed by an admiring throng,
in perfect apotheosis OF mud and glory,
every inch a hero.-The Christian at
| Work.
TEDDIE'S VICTORY.