The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1892-12-29

, ~, "what does Silver think about you
horsemanship, eh?"
, "SiIver, sir, repeated Frank, vague
} ly. The skein, he noted with dismay
, was only half-gone.
"Wihy, yes; couldn't you manag
your horse?" 4
"No, SIR" Would the skein last for
| ever?
"That's too bad; Silver must b,
mad clean through. Well, we'll fix il
up with him"
Frank wondered what he had don,
at Silver's but did not dare to ask
With increasing anxiety he watched
the TSTl 2oesdr ren st thS 1 ks mother
what did Frank do to Mr.. silver9"
Frank gave q sigh of relief; the skein
was almost wound off now. He
could soon 60. Oh, how he hoped
no question that he could not answer
would come till then! ~
| don't know just tho way OF it,"
said the doctor. Crank can tell the
story better than l."
"Why." said he, "why-I-I-
couldn't manage the horse, and
and
Frank stopped. There was only a
dozen turns of the skein left around
his hands; but what did it matter?
Exposure had come.
But the doctor mistook his con-
fusion, and resolved to help the
| boy out.
81 don't WONDER" he laughed "that
you don't want to tell it. But no
ones going to punish you for an &C.
| cident. OF course you couldn't help
the horse turning into the field"
*'No, sir, couldn't" interrupted
Frank, eagerly,-"and old Silver had
| no business to leave his bars down"
mo, sir" agreed Frank, heartily.
"But it's too bad about the corn.
Your horse must have trampled it
down in fine style before you got him
into the road again!"
"Oh, no; not very badly, sir!'' ex.
claimed the culprit. He was misera-
bic enough now. If he confessed his
leland how could he after he had
carried it so far?-he would be pun
ished for his falsehood. If he did not
confess it, he would be punished for
the damage done the corn. He knew
his father too we'll to doubt that.
All Franks emotions merged in a
wild desire to run away somewhere.
But the few threads remaining OF the
skein held him like a chain!
"Frank," said his mother, gently,
you see what trouble a boy gets into
when he does things without asking
his mothers permission. Your father
will probably have to pay Mr.. Silver
a good deal for the damage done his
corn" @*.i &
II couldn't help it," said Frank. ~
mo; but you could have helped rid
ing the horse at ALL"
."Yes'm," he replied. 81 could. 1
wish had" r. :. ~ ~
AS he spoke the last thread of the
skein slipped from his hands.
"Mother," he cried, "can't I go
"Why, yes. if you want to: But
come straight back. Your fathet'll
be home in q few minutes.'
Frank rushed from the room, fully
determined never to come back.
Hardly was he outside, however.
when they heard his cries OF pain
mingled with the shouted words of.an
angry man.
The doctor and the ladies jumped to
the window. A farm wagon was stand
ing i'll the road, and a vigorous, white
haired old farmer stood a little way
from it. With one hand he clutched
Frank by the collar, with the other
ne repeatedly wound his whip about
the legs OF the screaming boy.
Its Silver!' exclaimed the doctor.
MERCY on us!'' shrieked Mrs. Pal
trey: "He's numbering the poor
child"
The doctor jumped toward the
door, but Mrs. Hasbrook was before
him. In an instant she was in the
middle OF the road, and had swept
Frank into her protecting arms.
With flashing eyes she turned upon
the old farmer.
"Mr: Silver, how dare you whip nv
boy! You've no right-no right"
81 ain t a-goin' to have your bow
a-tramplin' daown my young corn,H
asserted Mr.. Silver, somewhat taken
aback, "nor no one else's neither. An
l guess if you'd whip that boy OF yourn
more there wouldn't be as much call |
for some one else to-"
COAAo, mL. CllVeE, SAID Cne DOCTOR.
ellis trampling down your corn was
wholly an accident"
"My boy" interposed Mrs. Has
brook, lis too good boy to do such !
g. thing on purpose. You might have |
given him a chance to explain bsfore
you whipped him so cruelty"
whats the NATTER" spoke up the |
sharp voice OF Mr.. Hasbrook, who |
now had just arrived.
30 Will" exclaimed his wife, with |
tears. "Pm so glad you've comet
The trouble is" growled Mr.. Sill !
yer, "your boy has been a-trompling
down my corn" .:&s',>.
"Well, Mr.. Silver, the next time nv
boy does anything of that kind, you
come to me, and I'll see that he's
properly punished. If any whipping's |
to be done, I'll do it myself"
"That's what I said" retorted Mr.. !
Silver, stwhen you caught my dog in |
your wite's posy beds. I guess I've
got as much right to lick your boy as
you he'd to lick my dog. Why didn't |
ye come to me and git me to punish
him? l believe in bein' logikil, 1 dew!'
THAT was a very different matter"
answered Mr. HashrooL with haa+ !