The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1889-12-18

tie. Mamie IN misrube
Mamie held her till the golden head dN'oped
| and the tear-wet eyes closed, then she laid her
gently on the bed
Poor baby, it's as hard for her as that
day when hadn't cent. aud got my prize
| drawing back-'not suitable. i suppose
that committee man went out OF his way 10
| write ME that landscape was not my forte,
and To keep 10 figure painting; but ! tore the
letter up in anger and grief. though l knew
then and now he was right"
Every Sunday, on their way TO the park,
| kittykins kept sharp lookoutior the brown
man, and never n horse-car passed the tene
ment when she was at the window, but she
fiattened her nose against the pane looking
for him She grew pale and worried all hef
pleasures dimm-d 10y the sense of loss. Not
for worlds would she carry NAMES parasol.
| Il can't be trusted, I'm careless little
girl" she would say, bravely.
Sometimes she dreamed she had found him.
and would scream loud enough TO wake her
sister. who comforted her lovingly: or she
would dream more happily that he came and
brought her the parasOl, saying he wassorry.
and she forgave him. as it was not hurt and
he had taken it for his little girl, who did not
have any.
Julian Heath and his friend Gus Pyne were
walking down - street one November
| afternoon. and as usual Mr.. Heath was com
planning about that boy. Mr.. Heath dwelt
in an old-time house in an questionable
thoroughiare, as he was much abroad. The
place, his grandiathers before him, suited him
well enough, until boarding houses began to
press closely, and mansion owners sold out
| and went up town. In fact the house next to
| Heaths was now boardng-house, and here
IA thin boy, with claw-liIe hands, slim limbs
| and peculiarly shril whistle dweft, and made
| life dreary for the neighborhood.
81 don't blame Herod," said Heath :"
| wish he lived in our block. and had the same
understanding with the law. i counted sixty
! youngsters on our side yesterday, without
taking those across he street, sixty yells to
each and every minute, sixty minutes an hour
total of yells-"
"Save me-" laughed Pyne "rm parent
myself and | never could solve mathematical!
| problems. / was wondering If my eldest boy
| was there. / hope not. But, Heath, you
ought to be- married; you would not be so
| particular then"
THAT boy isn't a human being, continued
Heath; che is fend. Yesterday. when |
opened my skylight-l have a studio on the
| top tloor-it was not ten minutes before saw
his thin legs and big feet hanging down and
his goblin face leering at me. he had climbed
over the roofs | suppose if l had shut the
skylght on him and flattened him out it
would have been murder"
"Probably
That's where Herod had the advantage.
He rings my door-bell at all hours, stuffed
my keyhole full of mud the other night, and
when | was striving To find out what the mat
ter was, yelled in that piercing voice OF his,
| you'd better quit drinking He wrote n
sign, Painting done here and hung it on my
door-knob. and | don't believe there is an
hour in the day hut hcis yelling, oh, Jimmy,
to "A companion, accompanied by n whistle
that would wake the dead. | have COM
| planned to his mother, but she says Rudolph
does not mean any harm. The woman is alb
solutely senseless about that young candi-
| date for the penitentiary."
For Congress, more like. laughed Pyne.
But grieve to say my eldest has very SINH
! lar traits and is undergoing treatment for
| the same"
Before he finished his speech both gentle
men were startled by n shrill scream, and Il
! child, scarlet in the face. in n very fury.
rushed at Heath and caught him by the
/ knees, shrieking:
I've got him, Mamie; this is the brown
! man. Get the Recommendation
What the deucer cried Heath, striving
/ to free himself, but the little hands clung
/ closer and the cries grew louder. Her hat fell
oil, and Pyne picked IL up and then around
the corner, almost running, was N very
pretty young woman in rather n shabby
gown, but the most delightful bonnet on her
brown hair and the brightest eyes.
kitty Franco she cried, pale with shame
and dismay, won must be wrong that is not
the person. This is gentleman. Let go
Immediately
He stole my parsol," persisted the child;
he did steal it, Mamie, an he said bad words
10 the parrot under his BREATH. do know
him!"
you would do that, Heath" grinned
Pyne
Then Mamie, very blushing and uncomfort-
able, told about the child's loss
Get er perlicemum,' cried Kitty, refusing
l.e h.. 4
terrible from Mumies explanation.
''Good gracious" said Pyne, IA crowd is
gathering. What lungs the child has! And
actually policeman is coming the first
ever saw on the avenue. | say, little girl let
go. Can't you make her mind, miss. Well
pay for the parasol."
Indeed We will not" said Heath. "This
is blackmai ! won't be imposed on"
He stopped. and as gently as he could
freed himself from the small hands. Kitty
kins, overcome and helpless, lay on her back
on the pavement, kicking her heels and
ming.
"Of all tempers," said Heath. '1ook at
thar child. Young America has gone mad;
children are very smps."
Someone did steal her parasol." said Ma
ME ready TO cry with shame herself STRIVING
in vain TO calm the hysterical child. "She
has been watching ever since for the man.
and you are the first one she has recognized"
for Mamie was such a pretty girl.
Indeed not" answered Mamie. promptly
81 am miserable enough now about il and
seeing my little sister so naughty Pray
don't be rude Kitty, if you don't get up
and come along, | will never like you again.
wal, | declar', said n loud and cheerful
voice, and IA stout lady, with shining red
face, n purple bonnet and green shawl, wad-
died toward the group, its the little girl
that liked my parrot an lost her parasol,
and there's the man-the verp one I'll swear,
as hopes to meet my angel husband in hea-
ven-as took 1t. ] was in that car, young
lady, taking you to be her sister Mamie she
told on. hut you is darker complicated | see
him take il with my own eyes. and il il the
wonderiulest time | come along now jest in
the nick OF time"
when was it, marin ?" asked the police
man. throwing out his breast and looking
magisterial.
II coldn't tell you the day, sir, to save my
life; il was the last of August or the fust of
September. know il was mi1dln' cold an
mIddlin hot. an IL was the - street line"
The twentieth of September" walled
Kittykins, sitting up, conscious of general
sympathy,
'1he last Of August went on that line"
faid Heath, flushing painfully. Il went
down TO the docks to friend of on the
steamer and somehow | do remember
noisy parrot, and | was n good deal worried
about my friends condition He was sick
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