The Forrest City times., 1891-08-21

N HIS stHtSp diiu run away With tnS stilts.
 "Oh, sister, wait for mel" Tommy
 begged, making what speed his small
 fat legs would let him. But cruel
 Bessie rolled along ion Tommy s
 tRicycle) and would not turn. Hope | he does comel" said Bessie, "serve you right" "Oh, sister, sister," screamed the
 little boy he is coming I see him"' ! Then Bessie did look around to see, over her shoulder, big hulking fellow l of twelve or fourteen, dart out of a shed at Tom, bawling. "Oh you bad, | stingy boy, won't you let your sister have your watch? I'lllearnyou how" With that he grabbed at poor | I'Tommy's treasure; but Tommy, ter rifed though he was, made valor- l ous fight; screaming Sister, sister, l Now, do you know something s,rancs .sc scp-"ned to Bessie when she saw some one else cuiling and whack- | ing Tommy just as she had done as often as she had dared; she felt sorry 7; for Tommy. And she felt so angry l with the boy that she charged on him with the tricycle.. Let my brother alone" she shouted.
 The bad boy only laughed, wrenched the watch away from Tommy with a vicious twitch, put his fingers in way that only very bad boys have: then he scampered down the alley with a war whoop.
 Tommy was sad sight. In the final tussle he had tumbled in the dust his nose was bleeding. his face was scratched, and of course, his kits were muddy as the ground.
 Generally, when Tommy came to grief, Bessie would remark that he was Il perfect nuisance haul him up by one arm. and tidy him with savage vigor, scoldng him all the while; Tommy 1 shrank back now, expecting ar onslauchter. He could hardly be- | lieve his eyes. Bessie having relieved her feelings by yelling at the bad boy, "I'll tell the policeman on you, and he'll take you to lail and they Il hang 1 you on the gallows, they will" turned to Tommy quite gently and wiped the gore of the combat away with her own 1 handkerchief.
 Don't you cry, Tom,' said she. 'to morrow we'll catch him and l thrash him." In fact. she was so oc- cupled with plans of vengeance against | the common enemy that she did not say an angry word to Tommy, al- 1 though she was at least ten minutes making him decent for school. | She walked home with him, too, and was as kind as any ones sister all the | way. You won't let the bad boy l hilrf rNa uyin ,Sf ..rpp enid fNAp i my, holding tight to her hand, con 1 tiding In her strength.
 And Bessie felt a queer, little new l feeling creep into her sullen but faith 1 ful little heart.
 1 When she reached home Tommy 1 told mamma about the fray. The grateful child never blamed Bessie for 1 quarreling with him in the first place and riding ahead; but was full of her 1 courage and her kindness to him. Sister wiped me with her own hand lerchief," said he, ''she was real good | to me''
 Bessie had the grace to feel trife ashamed over the kisses and praises She was shrewd little girl; she knew | if they didn't tell her, that the bcauti- ful doll that papa brought that even ing was a reward for merit. And she knew, too, that 1t was n reward which she did not deserve. Guess I'll be good to Tommy for while to payw said Bessie to herself
 Perhaps she expected that being good to Tommy would be a penance, but you see they were both so busy look ing out for the bad boy; and Bessie was so cross with him for hurting her brother, that she did not have time 10 think of Tommy's faults; and every kind thing that she did to Tommy made her like Tommy better; for that is the beautiful way of kind act; it not only makes the people to whom we are kind like us; 1t also makes us like theml
 Bessie's papa had told the police man; and every day he walked up and down the street to frighten the bad boys, but l suppose they hide some where, where they could see the police man, and ran out when he had turned the corner, for certain It Is those l naughty boys still would sally forth to plague the children. Once the same bad boy ran across the street like q flash of Gghtningto snatch big plum my bun out of Tommy $ hand; anoth- CT time he threw 6 rotten apple straight at Bessie so straight and so true that 1t slushed against her cheek making an awful mess Tommy fshed out his grimy little handkerchief (Tom- my's handkerchiefs always were used as slate rags, which was not we'll for their looksl and he did his best for l Bessie
 Alter this Bessie lost faith in the police. She thought out way for | herself. Dare you to come again, !" l taunted Bessie, whenever she passed | the danger point Sure enough, one afternoon the bad boy did come again. There wasn't a policeman in sight, He felt bold; heran alongside the child rcn, taunting them.' Bessie slipped her hand in her pocket. He threw mud at them. Bessie drew her hand out of her pocket. Yah yah." he cried, where Is your Waterbury watchg" 1 And do you know, before that boy could tell what hit him, Bessie flung herself on him; something flew out of her clenched hand something like fine, black dust. and in one second there was bad boy digging his fists in his eyes squealing like u pig and swearing
 well, shouldn't like to tell how he swore, this bad boy!
 He made blind dash at Bessie, but she easily avoided him, and before he could get his bearings enough for an Of her iot tho pplleamau and hia billv