Evening journal., 1891-12-31
FRED'S REVENGE,
Or THE APPLE CORES.
Written for the EVENING JOURNAL.


"Ohl | don't care" cried Fred. to
Johnny. his school companion, ''you
won't give me the cores. III get SQUARE
with your Fred possessed violent
temper, but when the storm had passed
sunshine was sure to follow. and he al
ways regretted his folly.
The town In which the boys lived was
a region where apples were very scarce.
and II boy had any at school the chill.
dren would soon gather around the for
tunate owner, and beg for cores. On
TINS occasion Johnny was in possession
OF some apples that he had brought from
his aunts, who lived in the country.
where apples were very plentiful The
boys, as usual. begged for cores. Johnny
had promised Fred that he should be the
lackY fellow, but the temptation of a
bright penny from another little boy
changed his generosity into selfishness
and an eager desire to make a trife
This made Fred very angry and aroused
Keeling OF revenge, and he went away
muttering all sorts Of things that he
thought Johnny deserved However.
the following day came Fred's good for
tune II was the day before New Year
and his grandmother had sent him bar
rel OF goodies, containing everything that
she thought would make him feel JOYOUS
things that only dear old grandma could
think OF. Before closing it she slipped a
note In. We will read It
my DEAR LITTLE Boy: It makes
grandmotaer's heart very happy to send
you these tokens of her love and it is
with the nope that you will experience
The same pleasure In receiving them. ]
expected to send this barrel Christmas,
but my dear, had so many doughnuts,
animals and little tarts to make that
could not get it off in time. And then
You must remember that grandmother is
not as young As she used to be, and not
quite As spry. "A happy New Year With
grandmother's blessing"
Did Fred have his revenge?
les, but he returned good for evil
WITH his heart over flowing with ioy be
ran immediately to Johnny's house and
invited him to his home on New Years
Day to share with him his happiness
But his mother said ''No, you III. treated
Fred and | will not allow you to accept
his hospitality. This denial must be your
punishment So 1t was secretly ar
ranged between the boys that Fred
should spend New Years Eve with his
chum In his bed room when thew could
relate stories of Old Kris, fairy tales and
everything calculated to please little
boys fancies.
Frsd was TO carry a basket OF things
from the wonderful barrel, not forget
ting the apples. He was to climb the
big tree and era vi in the window. Johnny
was to get = pitcher OF milk from she
servant when she MIXED the COWS.
Tbs boys were In high glee on their
anticipated little adventure or scheme.
and all would have worked well enough
had not the poll parrot awakened and
seeing a strange figure getting in by the
window, at once set about to arouse the
family She shouted "Thiefl robber
murder
Johnny took in the situation and in
stautly extlnguished the light aud
| jumped into bed. The greatest excite
ment prevailed The father rushed into
thu room with pistol In hand, ready t.
slsy or capture The hereto mother, whs
never allowed her husband to encounter
danger alone, followed: bat, alas, the
poor, generous, forgiving little fellow
had to descend the tree before he coult
make his escape.
In his haste and fright he fell and frac
tured his arm. The screams OF the little
sufferer we're pitifui The father seeing
the window open and hearing the child
and supposing Johnny was being kid
n@spea, rushed down to the yard, when
to his surprise. he found helpless littl,
boy who implored that he would hot hurl
him.
Il was not stealing. was only taking
something to Johnny" he cried forget
ting his agony In the terror of the mo
ment Il am Freddy"
he lifted the boy gently in his arm
and carried him into the house. A ply
stefan was sent for and the limb set. New
Years Day did not prove a very bright
one for the boys
Nov girls aud boys hear the moral :,
my little story; frankness and obedienc,
will reap their reward, while secretioni
and receptions will work ruin.
| HARRY B. VAN DEvENTER.