The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1891-07-29

In the back yard he could stand it no
longer but started for the door dragging
the chair after him..
As he crossed the grass plot he saw a
boy whom he knew walking along the
road, ard he set the chair straight and
climbed into it, because he did not want
the boy to know lie was tied to it. The
boy peeped through the pickets VI the
front fence, and called:
"Hello! What You doin'?"
"Dess settin' here,'' said Teddy.
The boy went on, and Teddy gave
his attention to the chickens, finding it
very difficult matter to chase the
rooster while dragging the chair after
him, and often stopping to sit on it for
little rest. At last the rooster was
settled, and still Dolly did not come.
Where could she be? Teddy went to
the fence and peeped down the road in
the direction in which she had gone,
feeling sure that Mrs. Bray's baby must
have taken all the peppermint by this
time. Then he looked longingly down
the little lane at the end of which was
the field in which he had played with
jake Potter the three times he had run
away that morning. The bars leading
into the lane were all out except the
top one, 30 he could easily pass them.
Five minutes later he stood hot and out
OF breath by jake Potter's fence.
Come on over" said jake.
= n can't" said Teddy. sim tied up.
Dolly tied me SOS couldn't run away
and come here no more.
Jake climbed on the fence and looked
soberly over.
"Come on anyways" he urged.
mo. I can't. It's too heavy giving
tug at the chair.
''Pll help" said jake, climbing over
"rll lift and you climb" So jake lifted
and Teddy climbed until the three were
ct the top Of the fence.
Dolly reached Mrs. Bray's to find the
baby very sick, and Mrs. Bray alone
with it, except the little girl who hat
gone for Dolly.
"Oh. Dolly, I'm SO glad you've come
Drop the peppermint quick, dear-that'
right, you're as god as grown won
an, with your handy little ways. Now
Dolly, fix up the fire and bring me SOM
hot water as quickly as you can, for In
afraid he's goin' to have fit"
How could Dolly leave Mrs. Bray a
such time? She helped with her bes
will and service, all the time carrying
an ache in her heart at thought of tn
small boy tied up at home. Not unit
the poor baby was asleep did Dolly Sc
that she could leave.
snow go, Dolly, and I'm thousan
times obliged to you. And will you jus
run round by old Mrs. Carter's and tel
her to come and stay awhile with me?
twas quite a way around, and Doll
ran every step of it,giving the message
and at length reaching home to find tn
house empty and still. =
"Teddyr' R 2hY
1t was something of shock not I
find him. Hastily making sure that h
was nowhere in the house she ran ou
still calling his name. ts #
Somebody's screaming-who is 1t
She listened and could hear:
dolly, Dollyi O-o-o-o-o!" II surel
wks the long howl BY whioh Teddy =
ways made II known that he was i
trouble. Dolly turned toward the how
rushed through the lane and in M
ment was chose beside it.
The chair was on one side of the fent
and Teddy on the other hanging by II
rope around his arm. Jake, now adj
ing his screams to Teddy's, was tryir
his best to help, first pulling on Il
chair, then on Teddy, either way maj
ing matters worse than before.
And just as Dolly reached the cha
Mrs Potter came running toward TIE
dy and in halfa minute had raised hi
so that he could tumble over the FEM
on the same side with Dolly and Il
chair, where he soon picked himse
up and stood sobbing and rubbing h
arm.
Teddy told very mournful story
his mother when she came home at be
time; but she only smiled and said
served him right. Dolly's heart, HOY
ever, was full of pity for his suffering
and of penitence for having cause
them. as uH
"Ill never, nerer tie you up agai
Teddy" she said, giving him a hug |
she covered him up in bed.
81 shall, though if he needs it," sa
mamma, shaking her finger at hin
But it won't be to a chair. 1t shall
the bedstead next time"
"You couldn't carry that of, cou
you, Teddy?" said Dolly.
mo" said Teddy, taking a sober loo
at il. "And l wouldn't want to, ar
ways; even If it was . chair. "-Sydne
Dayre, in N. Y. Independent.
i ROB ROY'S SWORD.