Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1890-02-21

f1inging back kiss to the invalid sister
as she did so.
1t was nearly midnight whom she re-
turned, flushed and radiant, her hazel
eyes shining, her breath coming quick
and fast. Miss Marietta, who had
fallen into lady-li like doze in front Of
the smoldering logs, started from her
| dream.
"Goodness me, Cassyl is that you2"
said she.
s'Yes." Classy was unbuttoning the
old coat and shaking her feet out of the
cow hide envelopes now stained with
the mud Of the swampy orchard land.
"Have you gathered the apples2'
''Yes. They're all in barrels, close
to the bars, ready for Israel Jones when
he comes along, tomorrow morning.
Old Ben's nephew, stout sailor lad
just from sea, helped me get them in.
| We broke the lantern, but that didn't
signify-there was a moon when the
clouds parted enough for us to get a
glimpse of it. The apples ought to
bring fair price; they're in beautiful
condition. And, what do you think,
Marietta2 Jack and captured an
apple thict-two of em-coolly picking
our fruit into baskets, and they re
safely padlockcd into the old icc-house
now."
"Oh, Cassyl thicvesl Who are
theya
"Well, naturally, they didn't offer to
give us their cards; and Jack Tar and
1 walked them directly off into the ice-
house. I led the biggest one by his
coat collar, and my sailor boy hustled
the little one along. I think the little
chap would have showa fight, but the
big one shut him up"
'Cassy, you did thata"
81 and Jack Tar, whose real name.
believe, is Barthol omew Clark. Yes;
we made the capture, unassisted and
alone, and Bartholomew is going to
Squire Patton's to- moro ow to have the
scamps regularly committed. Nov
aren't you glad I went out myself to
gather the apples2"
"Oh, Classy, suppose they had had
firearms concealed about thema Sup.
pose you had been hurta"
"oh, suppose, supposed" gayly min :
licked Cassandra. .'But / wasn't hurt,
as it happened; and now let us go to
bed, Polly, for it's past twelve, and
I'm tired to DEATH"
Weary though she was, however,
Cassandra was up bright and early the
next morning to feed her spring chick
ems and prepare her sister breakfast, for
the Carstairs girls kept servants, and
there was plenty to do. Early though
it was, however, sturdy young man
with sunburned face stood at the
gate.
"What do you want, Bartholomew
said Classy, taking in the milk-pail
from its hook on the lcft-hand of the
door.
'.Tne constabe's here, miss. He
won't take no orders, except from
you"
'.Whero is he9'
"A-waitin', miss, out by tho ice
house door,"
Cassandra caught her hat from it's
peg under the kitchen clock shelf, and
walked in her quick, elastic way by
.Jack Tar s" side to the ancient fast
ness built into the side hill, once used
for the reception of ice.
81 think, MISS" said the thickset,
grizzle- bearded old village constable,
'thcre's some mistake"
'Mistake!" echoed Cassan1ra, in her
clear loul voice, 'but there can't be
any mistake. / saw them my self, steal
ing my apples. Here's the key of the
icc-housc. I'm ready to lodge COM
plant against them. Why-Doctor
| Hartford"
For, as the constable opened the
creaking old door, out walked her Gle
giant next door ncighbor with most
inscrutable expression of countenan ce.
Il plead guilty, Miss Carstairs." said
the doctor, brushing the blue mold off
his fashionably cut garments, ''and ]
recommend my self-and Tommy, my
office-boy hereto the mercy of the
court. Yes; it's all quite true. We
were picking your apples; but it wasn't
| for our own benefit. heard that your
| fac.otum was sick. and knew that you
wished to send your apples down by
old Israel Jones early this morning.
We wanted to do neighborly act, but
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