The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1891-10-29
!, rising hurriedly to find her son and

er, rising hurriedly to find her son and
heir
So Tom was dispatched to harness old
Jerry to the buggy. and grandmother
went for her bonnet
In few minutes Jerry's well-known
step was heard on the gravel, followed
by more unfamiliar sound. as 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, and
then she hurried to the stairs.
Mother, she said. as Mrs. Beman
came down, you'll have TO wait a lit
tie. That naughty Tom has harnessed
Jerry to the stone-boat. and he IL wait
ing for yon to come out | must send
him back
Grandmother peeped through the
shutters of the old-fashined door, and
took in the situation at 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
$ tone boat. sort of sledge made Of
planks, which farmers use to haul stone
from field when they are blowing.
''Rickety Ann" said grandmother.
bring me a kitchen chair, quick"
And, armed with this, she opened
the do.r. revealing to the cxpectant
Tom face serene and placid Us ever.
She stepped up on the stone boat,
put down the chair and settled herself
comfortably. Fortunately. il was only
mile to the Corners
Drive on. Tom" she said.
Tom looked crestfallen. and slid
down from Jcrry's back.
wait minute. grandma" said he;
"1'll get the buggy
''Climb right up on that horse again.
my son"-and grandma's mouth made
little straight line on her face. I'VE
are going just this way"
Then Tom entreated, and pleaded.
and rebeled. Grandma was memorable.
Tom had to climb again to his nncom-
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.
Il 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 Ninslow came TO the fence.
why, Mis- Beman," he called
where be you goin' on stonc-boat:
Amt that way OF ridin' out somethin
new in these parts?''
This is Toms idea, deacon" an
swcred grandmother. For my owr
part, ] think it's shade less hand,
than the buggy"
dusty road would open and take then
all in--Jerry and himself. grandma
kitchen chair. stone-boat, and all.
When, finally. Jerry was allowed t.
pause before the little store at the Cor
ners. Tom did not wait to answer ques
tons. He took to his heels and fled
deserving grandmother basely. ant
never rested in his flight until. safel,
hidden in the characteristics. he erie,
out his modification and his repent
ance. and fell asleep.
/ And there grandma found him at sup
perfume, when Deacon Winslow ha'
brought her home in his carriage. an,
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 kline
| old hand. Come. dear. We won't sa,
any more about it. and grandma ha.
made some apple-sauce for supper, jus
the kind you like. and Rickcty Ann.
nice cake is all done. Come, Tom
Grace II. Duffield. in S. 5. Times.