The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1895-05-01

nine, jerked his hand out of the way
and laughed at his mother, who
pursed up her lips to conceal a smile.
Don't do that, Norton" said Mr..
Burnett. Then turning to his wife
he asked: "What have they been do
in now?"
"That boy and some more of his
crowd put tin cans along the top of
the fence and then threw at them to
knock them of. About every other
stone went over the top of the fencs
and went sailin' across our back yard.
If one of them had struck anybody he
wouldn't have known what hurt him. :"
"What did you dop"
'What did do? 1 went out and
told them if they didn't stop I'd send
for policeman. said to that Dea-
kin boy: Its a shame your mother
can't teach you to be little better
than savage"
"Maybe she didn't know they were
doin', it."
"I do believe she puts 'em up to it.
That boys enough to try the patience
of saint"
"Next time he comes into our yard
I'll bet l throw something at him,
put in Morton, whose chin was drip
ping with mild mixture of milk and
coffee.
"You leave him alone" said the
male parent. "You get into enough
fights already"
"Well. Frank, those boys are for
ever picking on to him." said Mrs.
Burnett.
"Boys are a good deal alike" re-
sponded her husband. '1'll bet when
he gets out he's the same as the rest
of them"
Morton grinned and said nothing.
The only member of the Burnett
family who had not Joined in the ar
raignment of the neighbors was Alice,
six years of age. She knew all about
the feud and shared in the suspicious
of her mother, but at present she was
too busy with supper.
The Deakins lived next door, and
although there was dividing fence it
had not kept the two families apart.
In the year during which the two
households had dwelt side by side
there had been a growing enmity. Yet
Mrs. Burnett had never spoken a word
to Mrs. Deakin, and her husband
knew nothing of Mr.. Deakin except
that he worked with his hands for
living and spent a great many of his
evenings at home.
1t would have been rather difficult
for either the Burnetts or the Deakins
to explain how the feud started, but
it was operated from the start through
the children.
There were two Deakin children,
Lawrence, or Larry, aged ten, and
little Willie, who, at the tender age
of three, had learned to regard the
Burnett tribe with scorn and hatred
and suffer, to some degree, under the
indignities heaped upon his family by
that arch hend of iuyenility, Morton
Burnett.
For when the Deakins sat around
the supper table and cast up the ac-
counts of the day it was Larry who
posed as the perseeuted and abused
child, while Morton Burnett was pic
tured as an infant of dark intents,
headed straight for the Bridewell.
'1f was a man, Tom Deakin,
said the wife, "Ill warrant you I'd go
over to that house and give notice
that things are simply going too far.
To-day that boy got up on the fence
and called Lawrence all kinds of
Names"
"He said that his mother said that
ma didn't have clothes fit to wear, 4"
suggested Lawrence, who had begun
to breathe hard during the recital of
his grievances.
Anyway, 1 don't try to make my
self look like a peacock every time
start to church." said Mrs Deakin.
This comparison of Mrs. Burnett
tickled the children, and they laughed
immoderately. Tom Deakin restrained
them with a quiet Tut, tut, and
said that the proper way to get along