Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1889-07-25
PANS TROUBLES.
All Because of u Rip and Her Great Dislike
to Sew.

PANS TROUBLES.
| All Because of Rip and Her Great Dislike
Pam Brown Cher name is Pamelia)
disliked to sew, and, although she was
nine years old. she would pin up the
rents in her trock rather than sew
| them. Her mother gave her beauti-
full work-box. complete, but it made
| no difference.
| over to Grandma Browns, to show
her how much she had knit (about an
| inch) on her red stocking. Her knit
ing-bag had long rip in the bottom
seam, but Pam would not let her moth
er know it. for fear she would insist on
its being repaired at once; so she slyly
tucked her knitting, with its great red
ball. inside It, and trudged away.
It was half q mile to grandma
house around by the road, but much
nearer across the Pickett lot where
Mr. Pickett pastured his flock of sheep,
among them old Big Horn, the leader.
and cross old fellow. So Pam took
the road
Buckwheat fritters and bees honey
made Pam linger at tea, and it was
nearly sunset before she set out for
homo on the run, turning out now and
then to snatch at the ripe raspberries.
She had got within sight of the home
chimneys when odd little tugs at her
arm made her stop and glance at her
bag. Then she dived her hand inside.
Yes, there were the needles and the bit
of knitting. but dear! dear! where sCas
the big ball?
She turned the bag upside down, and
through the rent in the bottom II red
wooden thread trailed out and struggled
away back over the sandy road, in and
out among the raspberry bushes, and
far out of sight. She could not let
mother know it, so she began winding
it slowly up. on and on, picking out the
snarls in the bushes with wonderful
patience.
She was. nearly back to- Grandma
Browns when she came to the. end
But she had not got to the end of her
troubles. 1t was so late now that Pam
decided torun across the pasture. Not
a sheep was in, sight. She could get to-
the fence before Big-Horn could catch
her. any way.
Pam was mistaken. The sheep had
lain down for the night in a little hol-
low, and Pam had not got half way
across before Big-Horn discovered. her
and gave chase.
Oh, dear!. dear! That unlucky ball
of yarn! No.. the rip! She never
would be SO, idle again if she could only
get to the fence! No, never! But she
knew she couldn't. for. Big-Hornl was
close behind. beating hoarsely and
seeming to. sayx- Its no. use to- RUM
I'll bounce you in half minnteI'
There was, a. great boulder ahead. and
with all her. might Pam made for il,
and running behind it scrambled, to- its
top. tearing her fingers pitifully
What should, she do? Big-Horn kept
running around the rock, shaking his
great head and stamping madly. Pam
switched her great knitting-bng. in. his
great "brockled' face to drive him off;
but bless you, he didn't mind the bag!
Then she shouted and screamed for
help, but she was too far away to be-
heard.
1t was growing dark and the sweet.
lonely nightingales began to sing in
the woods, and Pam sat down on the
rock and cried so loudly that Big Horn
set up a harsh bleat, and butted the
stone till his long, woody tail flew high
im the air.
Pam was now quite frantic, and pluck
ing her big slat sun-bonnet from her
head she. switched Big-Horn furiouay.
In a minute it caught on his horns, the
cape and crown falling over his face
and binding him. He began backing
off and rearing to get away from the
hateful thing. but the strings had got
entangled in his horns and hung fast
Pam did not stop long to view his
queer antics, but leaped off the rock.
and in a few minutes more he,. TANGLED
bead was in her mothers lap and she
was sobbing out her troubles and deem
penitence. Her bonnet hung on u thorn
bush next morning. into which Big
Horn had plunged to get rid of it.
Christian Stephens, in Youths Com.
panion.