The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1891-12-17
:. rising hurriedly 70 find her son and

heir.
So Tom was dispatched 70 harness old
Jerry to the buggy, and grandmother
went for her bonnet
In few minutes Jcrry's well-kuowrI
step was heard on the gravel, foilowcd
by more unfamiliar sound, rs some
thing dragged slowly up the path
Come on, grandma; I'm all ready"
Tom called, and the mother glanced
| from the window. Only glance. ana
then she hurried TO the stairs.
..Mother,n she said, as Mrs Beman
came down, you'll have to wait ~.
tie. That naughty Tom has hsrnessed
Jerry TO the stone boat, and he y walt
| ing for you to come out / must send
him back
Grandmother peeped through the
shutters Of the old-fashined door, and
took In the situation at q glance, There
sat Tom on old Jerry's back, his face
brimful of laughter. and, In place OF
the buggy, there was the low, broad
IS fone.bont, ! n sort Of sledge made Of
pfanKs, which farmers use 70 hauf stoncs
from field when they are blowing,
..Rickety Ann" said grandmother
ssbring me kitchen chair, quick.
| And, armed with this, she opened
the door, revealing to the expcctant
Tom face serene and placid as ever
She stepped up on the stone bost.
put down the chair, and settled herself
comfortably. Fortunately, it was only
mile to the Corners.
Drive on, Toni, she said.
Tom looked crestfallen, and aid
down from Jerry's back.
wait minute, grandma said ne;
'I'll get the buggy"
"Climb right up on that horse again.
my son''-and grandma's mouth made
I little straight line on her face. We
are going just this way IA
Then Tom entreated, and pleaded,
and rebeled. Grandma was inexorable.
Tom had to climb again toshis uncom-
Portable seat, and old Jerry walked
slowly off, while grandma sat heavily
on the kitchen chair, which threatened
to upset at every bump and jolt OF the
dragging stone-boat.
The mother looked from the window
again, and saw them disappear over the
hill in clouds Of dust.
Once fairly in sight Of the Corners,
Tom, in desperation, stopped Jerry, and
slipped down to run away. Grand
mother made clutch at his flying
jacket, and held him fast.
II wasn't going to Deacon Winslow's,
Tommy. / said to the Corners, you
know and the unhappy little boy, his
cheeks crimson with shame, once more
took his place, and they went on.
Deacon Winslow came to the fence.
"Why, Mis- Beman,' he called,
where be you goin' ON stone-boat?
Amt that way of ridin' out somethin'
new in these parts?'
This is Toms idea, deacon" an
swered grandmother. "For. my own
part, think it's shade less handy
than the buggy"
Tom said nothing He wished the
dusty road would open and take them
all in--Jerry and himself, grandma,
) kitchen chair, stone-boat, and all.
When, finally,sJerry was allowed TO
pause before the little store at the Cor.
/ ners, Tom did not wait to answer ques-
tions. He took to his heels and fled,
deserving grandmother basely, and
never rested in his fight until. safely
hidden in the currant-bushes, he cried
out his modification and his repent
ance, and fell asleep.
And there grandma found him at sup
per-time, when Deacon Winslow had
brought her home in his carriage. and
Jonas had gone for Jerry and the stone
boat.
Come, Tom dear" she said gently,
kissing his tear-stained face and brush
ing back the yellow curls with her kind
old hand. Come, dear. We won't say
! any more about it, and grandma has
: made some apple-sauce for supper just
the kind you like, and Rickety Ann'f
nice cake is all done. Come, Tom" -
Grace II, Dufield, in s. s. Times.