The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1890-06-26

yOuAg STAStOcraC, altnOugn ne answered
quite civilly: 'If you are speaking to
me, raised him from pup;" while
his hand dropped caressingly on the
heab Of the noble mastif which stalked
sedately by his side.
What will you take for him?"
HE is not for sale, Master Cathcar t. )"
Not if I offer you two guineas for
him?"
mo, nor three. Penn is worth his
weight in gold;" and the boy frightened
his hold on his pets short hair as if
afraid he might be taken away without
his consent.
But now the first speakers manner
became more conciliating, as he urged:
"See here, Harding, don't be fool. 1
have fancy for your, beast, so take
these and call it bargain" And he
drew four gold pieces from his pocket
and held them out where they glittered
temptingly in the July sunshine.
NAY, nay, as told We, my dog is not
for sale, so 60 your way and let me go
mine"
miserable Yankee! That will not!'
cried young Cathcart who never could
brook opposition. Il want the mastiff,
and I've half mind to send my fathers
men to confiscate him in the name y; his
blessed majesty King George. Such as
you have no business with valuable
thoroughbred, though dou btless his
meat is never paid for"
"Never paid for! What do you mean
by thate' asked Harding, turning pale
with rage.
Even what 1 say. what's bred in
the bone will come out in the flesh,
and verify it looks suspicious when the
bantling of jail-bird can keep big
dog, while his father lies in the debtors
prison. sneered the English boy.
BOUNDS, but such insults can only be
avenged by knocks" cried Harding,
doubling his fists and approaching his
tormentor who, however, contented
himself with waving short stick he
carried, and shouting: keep off, sirrah!
How dare you lay finger on the son OF
British officer and the grandson OF a
lord! You shall be reported and locked
up for this"
"A tig for your Kings men! 1 am an
American, and Americans dare to fight,
as you and your fine Tory friends will
soon learn;" and the peppery little Yam
kee struck out boldly from the shout
der, while Penn, seeing his masters
war-like attitude, showed his teeth in a
low. ominous growl.
Another moment and the hot-headed
youngsters clinched, and would have
been down in a rough-and-tumble fight
had not an old man, in plain Quaker
garb, suddenly appeared on the scene
and separated them.
Peace, there!'' he said, laying hand
on the shoulder of each and gazing
sternly into their flushed, angry faces.
lis this time for fighting and brawl-
ing in the public streets, when the
country is trembling on the verge of a
great crisis? Thee knows better, Nell
son Harding; while as for thee, Regi-
maid Cathcart, thy fathers rank should
restrain thee"
Harding's eyes still flashed, but Cath
cart, with glance at the mastiff, whose
deep growls like distant thunder made
him glad of any chance to withdraw
from the encounter in an honorable
manner. responded: ''True, sir. fear
I did forget myself for a moment.
Noblcsse o6lige, of course. So, if my an
tagonist is satisfied, will bid you both
good-day;' and having brushed the dust
from his silk camle tsuit and lace ruffles,
this small sprig of English nobility
marched of with the naughty air he