Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1890-08-21

None OF your business.
'Sorter appears to me like it is
What right have you got to come
round here med'lin' with my affairs ?
When I want you l will send for you.
Hear me
'Gittin' along in years, but am t
deaf. What makes you treat the poor
little boy so meanl'
Got q right to treat him like please.
What right?'
If you must know, III tell you. One
time my daughter IN away from homo,
and when she came back, nearly dead,
she fotch a scrap Of baby with her. She
died in her disgrace, but left me living
in mine. Since then it is my duty to
teach the boy that he's no account and
that his mother was no account.
The poor child can't help that.
I can't either
IF you had soul as big as a turnip
seed you would treat him better on
account Of the misfortune of his BIRTH
Wall, now, you needn't talk to me
no more for I'm goin' to treat HIM as 1
sec fit.
Look here, old fcller, if I know of
you hlttin' that boy again, me an a
passel of the ncighbors will come over
here an hit you a hundred on your
naked back.
'Yes, an somebody'll get hurt.
'Ah, hah, an you'll be the somebody.
Mind what l tell you. Good day
A few nights later one of the neigh
bors, while passing Pages house, heard
so.ne one cry:
please don't hit me.
Then he heard the sounds of blows,
and then came sounds that made him
shudder. Looking through a crack he
saw old Page choking the boy. The
man knocked on the door. Page seized
his gun, and the man, unarmed, run
away. A half hour later old Mark
Lane and several others went to Page S
house. They knocked at the door
Page came out with his gun. Mark,
with surprising quickness, took it away
from him and threw him down. The
men tied him. The little boy lay on
the floor, dead. Mark tendorly placed
the body on the bcd then turning to
one Of his companions remarked
Get that rope over there and make a
moose in it.
what are you goln' to do p howlcd
OLD Page,
We are going to hang YOU
You can't do it. Unite me-
oh, yes. we can do 1t. Tie the rope
over that BEAM
Old Page rayed, and then begged for
lis life.
4 didn't 90 to kill him, gentlemen !;
swear to God didn't. Got mad an
grabbed him an the first thing | know
ed he was dead.
Lift him up, sald Mark.
Gentlemen, for Gods sake don't
hang me. Let me live and l.
Lift him up
Let me pray, then
Let him pray said Mark.
The old man sank down upon his
knees, and after vainlv endeavoring to
pray, involuntarlly uttered these words:
please don't hit me.
Lift him up-that's it.
For God -
Shove him up, there, let him swing
Arkansas Traveller.
A silver spoon doesn't make the soup
taste any better.
A short absence quickens love, a long
absence kills it.
A Jewel of woman is better than a
woman Of jewels.
If thou would st walk in light, make
other spirits bright.
Women are entitled to life, liberty
and the pursuit OF men.
Our prayers are ships. We send
them to no uncertain port.
A golden mirror makes fools face
fairer than an angels.
Don't anticipate eyll. The evil when
it comes is bad enough.
Encourage the modest man too much
and he Will become vain.
Getting cheated yesterday is what
teaches d man to cheat today.
Strive to ignore prejudice. and work
solely in the interest OF truth.
IF you intend to be millionaire new
I r.