Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1889-10-04
THE new Sled.



Help. xrfcksd rs Marshal
A sharp. shriIl whistle rang out on DE
still night air; : boys call. From
neighboring house came running out "a
answer second boy, hastily adjusting
comforter and mittens as he ran.
The Thermometer was below zero; yet
what does boy care for that when be
Il going coasting. and on new sled t0os
"Oh cracIxy, John, have get the bzil-
hest sled ron ever saw, was the salutn-
tion Of the boy who gave the signal It
win beat al the gimcrael<s On the road
Ny uncle made it; he says I've got 20 Be
careful or I'll get into trouble with Il. il
goes 50 like lightning. ! told him I'd
risk the trouble. just see what 4
beauty"
You'd better wait till you've tried Il,
before you brag. You'll have 20 look
out. or Marshal Grey win get 4, and
then you may whistle Tor your fine sled.
Do you know he says not boy shall
have his sled back again that he catches
sliding down Union hill this winter
Tom had no new. sled and felt sore
about Il. while John n the exuberance
Of bis joy had not thought that Tom
could not Be a. happy looking on
IS he 10 the possession Of such prize.
But he saw his mistake, and being .
noble hearted fellow, FASTENED to say,
Look here. Tom, ron and ] are In COM
pany, you know, and this sled IL 40
much yours as mine TO use. Let's try
Union hill, Just to see how the city
marshal win look trying to catch us. J"
OF all the hills in Bangor, for this Is Q
true story, and happened years ago in
that eastern city. this was the one most
coveted by the coasters. and the only
one solely tabooed to them.
The long gradual descent ended at the
river, frozen now smooth as marble, and
1t was poor sled that stopped short Of
the middle Of II. o boysi think Of It. q
swift ride Of nearly half q mile with no
obstruction. The wind might cut like q
knife where the skin was exposed. and
there was the long tug up the hill: but
what did they care, when they could
have the glorious coast down again2 Be
sides it was forbidden ground, and that
made it the more inviting
John had some crude idea In his head
about law and order, and what he would
do If he was tho mayor or an alderman.
but he meant to have one slide down
that hin whether or no; after that. no
matter.
II did not take many minutes TO get
started, John steering and holding the
stout new rope in both hands, while Tom
behind held fast to John, and away they
went, their eyes shining like stars
When half way down they discerned
a large object directly IN the track Of the
swiftly approaching sled. They could
not stop, and each gave q loud halloo TO
warn the person to move. but he seemed
to be standing there for purpose. The
dreadful marshal, with feet far apart
and hands outstfetched. stood ready to
seize the sled.
Don't he know we can't stop" said
Tom. I'VE shall knock him down.
But John said not word. He might
lose his sled, but he would do what he
could to prevent it. He steered directly
between the mans legs. and as the latter
reached down and grasped the rope, ex-
claiming. i've got re, the boy took
him in his lap. and the sled flew on with
accelerated speed. Who was the pris-
oner, after all? A bright thought flashed
into Toms mind. He whipped out his
knife and quietly cut the rope on each
side. holding it in such way that the
marshal should not suspect the trick.
John saw and took the hint, and az
they glided out on the level surface OF
the river, it was the work Of an instant
to send the heavy man sprawling on the
ice. while the boys with thesled between
them ran asif shOd with the seven league
boots.
There was huge log frozen into the
Ice, and dropping behind It and looking
back, the sight which met their eyes con-
vulsed them with laughter. The marshal
had quickly picked himself up, and stood
grasping the rope In both hands and gaz-
ing around with bcwildered look on his
face. which changed to wrath as he re-
allied the situation. They could see him
distinctly in the bright moonlight. and
they rolled over and over on the ice. try
ing tostifie their laughter at the comicaI
sight. Well did they know Il was their
last coast on that hill. but that one was
enough to make them laugh as long as
they lived. Lewiston Journal