The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1890-10-31


down through trap door on her deck
just west of the spinal column, the
milk being kept on tap in a queer-look-
ing reservoir studded with large pro.
tuberances like young rolling pins.
They quaffed numerous glasses of the
delicious beverage, followed by some
more lemonade and round of boiled
green corn, after which they had some
cakes and had also to run the length of
the pier to catch the boat. Owing to the
motion of the boa: both of them became
i'll, the Yong lazy having sought the
seclusiO.l of the ladies' cabin.
AS soon as the boat bumped against
tho New York landing the good Samarl-
tan jumped ashore, and Jim undertook
to conduct his dulcina to the Jersey City
ferry. He noticed that Katie had not
been as frisky as she had been during
the day. In fact it was don't come
near me" air about her that filled him
with apprehensions. When they were
seated in the cars on their way home,
Jim-to use his own words-'got his
dandruff up" and demanded:
"What's the matter? Haven't you had
enough ter eat?"
''Nothing's the matter, Mr.. Slimsey,"
was the short reply of that lady, as sho
peered out of the car window into the
gloom. The fact was, that Katie
(womanlike) blamed Jim for the motion
of the boat, etc. "If he hadn't badgered
me into it never would have ate so
much," she argued with herself. She
was, moreover, angry because Jim had
talked to the good Samaritan on the
boat instead of consoling her.
'Got no use for me now that you are
not hungry" said Jim bitterly. ''Why
didenter yer look at me thater way be-
fore busted that ten dollar bill. Now
you've got enough vittles at my expense
to last you for week, you don't kee1
whether school keeps or not"
"Its no sech thing" she replied with
a scornful glance. ''Mr. Slimsey, you
forget yourself"
sob, yes, was dear jim this morn
ing when bang! went nickel every
few minutes at every pop corn and sas-
sidge stand on the island, but now In
'Mr. Slimsey.' Mcbbe you are mad be-
cause l don't give you what you haven't
gobbled up" said Jim producing the
debris of the ten dollar bill
so, don't you worry. Bill Pike will
pay you back" retorted Katie scorn-
fully.
AS the train approached the station
the young man INDUCED in sad reverios.
Among other things which he liked and
~ +O hut I-hioh hn bod
lost that day, was the warm, parboiled
affection of the only girl he loved. Tc
him the future would be dull and mo-
notonous. He would take no interestir
any thing that happened.
In this, however he was mistaken
for a reception committee, composed OF
Bill Pike and club was patiently wait
ing for him at the depot.
The ceremonies at the depot were very
impressive, and consisted principally OF
ordinations of anger and pain, and tho
silvery laughter of Katie who melted
Bill Pike to ''give it to him good" and
clapped her hands with joy.
Whack !!** Whack!** Go to Concy
Island with my girl will you !! ira
again, Bill, that was a good one !*A
| Whack- whacl5-whacll !*x*
AS Bill Pike was disappearing down
the road with the young lady on his
arm, Jim, who looked as if he had been
trying to ride bicycle, was cheered up
by his younger brother who also got him
| at the depot, who told him to get home
as soon as possible, as his father had
been waiting fully two hours with cart
rung to ask him where he got that ten
dollar bill.
There was, however, a CLEAN Of hope.
He might appease the old man by Civ
ing him his gold watch. lie felt for it, but
it was gone. When the good Samaritan
on the boat felt for James he also felt
| for his watch.
Doubtless other complications over.
took the victim of circumstances before
the day was entirely over, but enough
has been written to demonstrate that
not only the man who begins to descend
tho pole of success finds it easy work,
| but he who strives to climb also dis.
covers that it is creased with the oleo-
margarine of adverse circumstances.
! Verify, as the man said, when bitter
aloes pill rolled into a hollow tooth
where he had no facilities for dislodging
it: "There is no telling how bad things
may go when they once get the hang OF
| it." ALEX. E. SWEET.
| So