Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-06-19

want rug made of Indian scalp locks
about twenty Of them. Get ready and
will start you off tomorrow"
| got down an old revolver. made him a
scalping knife out of n rusty scythe and
instructed him how TO approach a warrior
and lift his hair in the latest style, but
Thomas didn't go. No boy wants to run
away if you want him to.
My boy Jim wanted to be a pirate
knew he was borrowing and reading every
pirate story he could hear of, and | knew
that it would result in a climax by the
time he was fifteen years old / had my
eye on him when he used 10 slip out be
hind the barn to practice boarding an un-
armed merchant vessel, and was listening
at night when he called out in his sleep
that dead men tell no tales. He had an
island selected on which to bury his treas
ure, and he planned on sending back home
a box of Spanish doubloons and casket Of
jewelry. One afternoon Jim gobbled up
two loaves of bread and some cold meat,
and that night he retired an hour earlier
than usual. The climax was at hand, l
went out and waited under his window,
and as he came down off the shed, a bun
die in one hand and an old horse pistol in
the other, said:
"Oh, Jim but I've got plan which
wish you'd help me carry out. It has been
long time since anybody pushed the pi-
rate business with anything like enthusi-
assn, and ! believe there's first rate open
ing for an enterprising boy. I'll furnish
an outfit for you if you'll turn pirate. 1t
shouldn't be much trouble TO capture two
or three Spanish galleons, and if you can
Ill 1 n I
silver bars, I'll guarantee to make business
at this end Of the line get up and dust. Do
you think you can get ready TO start this
week. We don't want any one to get ahead
Of us, you know"
Poor Jim dropped his bread and meat
and horse pistol and sneaked into the
house, and that was the last of the pi-
rate business with him. From that night
on his dreams have been clear Of
blood red decks and sailors walking the
plank or begging for mercy. 1t was
rather worse with my Bob. He didn't
run to Indians or pirates, but he did
want to be young hero. He got hold Of
boy books which related the history Of
boys who had begun life in New York sell
ing papers and climbed up to the top notch
of wealth and greatness. They were al
ways Joys VINO uld run away lEODl cruel
stepfathers or fatherless guardians, and
this bothered Bob bit. l think he had to
skip that part of it. He got ready to make
a break when he arrived at the usual age
and got ready to help him. When his
little bundle was tied up with a piece Of
sheep Irvine and hidden in pile Of lumber
he almost wished he wasn't going. When
he kissed his mother good night his chin
quivered. 1t was his duty to go. however,
and become a millionaire, and he went
He had seventeen cents in cash and a suit
of old clothes. All boy heroes start out on
limited capital, and the more patches on
their clothing the sooner they begin to
climb up.
When the boy hero Of the book reaches
New York he invariably falls in with a
gentleman at the depot or on ferryboat--
gentleman who suddenly becomes inter
ested in his welfare, and at a later date
takes him into partnership. Ny Bob didn't
find this gentleman. He ran across lots Of
men who were probably aching TO pat him
on the head and give him a lift in the
world, but they didn't have time Just then.
He slept in doorways and lived on crusts,
and after couple of weeks the police sent