Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1893-04-21

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red face and long alder stick. in the
end of which was a pin, had suddenly
and silently rejoined Tad and Polly.
"You-you young villainr' wrath
fully calculated Mr.. Forrest, as the
truth suddenly flashed across his mind.
and, with this exclamation, he made a
sudden dye in Joe's direction; but the
wary youth, evading his grasp, lodged
under his outstretched arm with a
hilarious war-whoop, and disappeared
among the trees.
Mr.. Forrest was very angry, particu-
larly when he discovered that smear
of pea-green paint extended from his
forehead downward across his nose to
his cheek, though he made a pretense
of laughing it off as joke.
Just dip my handkerchief in the
pond-water, Tad. and wipe this paint
off my face, will you," he said, throw
ing it to Tad, who, taking it in silence,
scrubbed down Mr.. Forests face till it
was tolerably clear. But with the paint
was chalky substance from over Mr..
Forests right eyebrow, and, too late,
that gentleman clapped his hand to his
forehead, with t. slight exclamation.
Tad's sharp eyes detected small blush
scar on Mr.. Forests temple, that had
been skillfully hidden by a touch of
French chalk.
How are you, Jones'" thought Tad,
with a little twinge of excitement,
which he carefully concealed, handing
back the handkerchief with apparent
unconsciousness of the sharp glance
given him by the city-bred gentleman,
who clapped on his hat with considera-
BILE haste.
Tad then rejoined Polly, who had
risen to her feet, and, after talking a
little with the amused Mr.. Mason, the
two made their way slowly homeward
by the shady wood-road that followed
the pond shore for quite distance.
"Why, where is Bounce?" cried
Polly, wondering what made Tad SO
unusually silent. "Here. Bounce!
Bouncer Bounce had grown into
quite a sturdy, good-natured pup, with
a gruff voice, and a propensity for
picking up and carrying off any stray
article that he found lying about.
Sometimes it was Polly's slipper, or
perhaps one of Mrs. Flagg's dish-towels;
but, curiously enough, he never tore or
destroyed any thing of the kind.
s.. as, in answer to Polly's call,
Bounce presently came rushing toward
them through the bushes, Polly was
not surprised at seeing something In
his mouth.
Naughty Bouncer' said Polly, with
make-believe severity; "bring it here
this moment, sir"
Bounce obeycd at once.
"Why, it's folded, newspaper,
with Mr.. Forests name on the edge"
she exclaimed, as she took it from be-
tween Bounce's white teeth. He
must have dropped it out of his pocket
when he jumped up SO quick" added
Polly, with a merry laugh, in which
Tad, reused from HIS abstraction by
the little incident, at once joined.
you'll see Mr.. Forrest before / do,
Tad" Polly continued, as she extended
the newspaper; 81 wish you'd give it
TO him-somehow, / don't like him one
Bit"
"All right" replied Tad, taking the
paper, "1'll hand it to him when / see
him; though / don't fancy him much
myself. But / wonder where on earth
Joe isI' he added, suddenly noticing
the prolonged absence of his friend and
crony.
Joseph is here, son of the pale-face"
suddenly responded n cultural voice
from the roadside, ''but his feet no
longer tread the paths Of peace, for they
are set upon the war-path, and before
another moon the scalp Of the Forrest
chieftain shall dangle in his wigwam!"
With this terrible announcement, a
figure attired in n blanket shawl, with
disheveled hair hanging about his face,
which was adorned with alternate
stripes Of crimson, blue and yellow,
burst forth from the bushes, uttering a
He shook wildly aloft white linen UNI
brella with one hand, while in the other
was an article held in the manner Of an
Indian spear, which Tad and Polly sim
ultaneously recognized as the younger
Miss Bakers patent folding easel. After
allowing Mr.. Forests anger Il suffi-
cient time TO cool, Joe had wandered
back to the shore, where he was at
once chartered by Miss Baker to carry
her shawl and sketching utensils back
to her boarding-place, while Mr.. For
rest took the little party for row on
the pond. The possession of such avail
able material was too great tcmpta-
ton for Joe, who had at once utilized
them, with the effect | have just de-
scribed.
"Ha, Har' cried the Indian brave,
executing fantastic war-dance in the
middle Of the road, while Bounce
barked, and his two friends regarded
his paint-smeared face with astonish-
ment, "does the daughter Of the Lenni
Lenape shrink backP Let her have no
fcar-the flower Of his tribe wars not
upon helpless women, nor does he fear
even though the dread avenger be at
his heelsr' Perhaps the red mans ut
terancc would have been less boastful
had he known that the ayenger, in the
unexpected person Of Deacon Whitney,
was so close at hand. The deacon, hay-
ing been hunting up stray steer
along the pond shore, had suddenly
turned bend in the wood-road in
time 10 recognize his erratic sons
voice.
For one brief moment Deacon Whit
ney gazcd at Joc's grotesquc grab In
silent horror. And then, with a stride
which brought him within reach, he
seized the red mans ear with consider
able emphasis.
"Thc flower Of the tribe viii |. stop
this tomfoolery, an march along home
with the avcnger," remarked the
deacon, with grim pleasantly; and the
youthful chicftain, in all the glory Of
his trappings and war-paint, was meek
" led along by the ear in the direction
Of the patelnal wigwam, TO the un-
smotherablc delight Of about twenty
Bixport boys who were playing base
ball on the green, near the dcacon's
house.
Meanwhile, Tad and Polly made
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