Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1895-09-26
TWO LITTLE TRANseREssoRs

TWO LITTLE TRANsGREssoRs.
Bobby always said it was Kitty's
fault, but Kitty said it was the sugar,
and well, l will tell you how it
happened, and you can Judge for your
selves.
1t was early in the spring, and hot;
one of those days when you have to
wear your winter coat, because your
mother says so, though all the time
you know you are going to roast.
The little transgressors were out IN
the driveway, making mud pies; Fritz,
the worsted boy with the loose bead
eyes dangling down his cheeks, and
Bessy, the same old Bessy-thOugh on
her fourth head-leaned back against
the carriage block and watched.
Fritz was growing old and his head
wobbled, and, while Bessy came out
resplendent after every accident, as
far as her head was concerned, the
sawdust trickled down her back from
a crack in her neck in a very unpleas-
ant manner. Nevertheless they sat
there, comfortably, side by side, In
the sunshine, and smiled Contentedly,
while their plump little parents mixed
and stirred, and nodded and baked
and all would have gone well if it had
not been for the sugar, or Kitty, which
ever it was. For they were all toul
having Just the incest time you can
imagine, when Mrs. Allen came to the
door and called
Bobby l want you to take your
cart and go up to Mr.. Greene's for a
dollar worth of fine, granulated sugar
Be sure and get the fine, and hurry
for Mary is waiting to make some
cookies.
You always buy sugar by the dol,
lars worth in Cold Spring, and great
bundla IF makes too.
So Bobby, and his sister, Bessy and
Fritz, wheeled out the little wagon
which was ambulance and market
wagon and dangerous summer coaster
by turns-and off they trudged.
1t was easy enough to do; and
prompt Mr.. Greene had soon tied VI
the brown paper bundle and carried II
out to the cart-no trouble so far
surely, and just how it began coulc
not say but down under the big elm
the small team stopped, and the com
bined owners, drivers and horses, sal
down on the edge Of the cart to rest.
1t was so hot, and their coats were
so heavy, and they were so hungry
and somehow or other, two fat little
forefngers poked through the thlcE
paper down into the tempting suga'
and found their way back into TIVE
red little mouths and having made
the journey once, they made it agar
and again; and soon there were mor'
round holes in the paper, and the very
sweetest sort of time altogether
when all at once the town clock strucI
and the feasters stopped, pale anC
conscience-struck, like Belshazzar an(
his friends at the wicked feast Of old
and they thought of Mary and tn
cookies, and they looked at the bundle
all holes, like a colander, and the suga
running in countless streams down int
the cart, faster than ever the sand II
the old hour glass on the mantel a
home.
Then they looked at each other, am
two GREAT tears rolled down Kitty
round checks.
ooh, Bobby" she gasped, "whateve
shall we do?"
ooh, Kitty what will they say ?
and Bobby put his hands in his pock
cts and whistled long and shrill.
"P'raps Mr.. Greene would put on
new paper"
THE thugar would all leak out be
fore we got there. You jutht wal
behind and hold on to the holeth an
III do the pulling, and p'rapth they
only think it broke taking it out.
So they started down the sum
street, very melancholy little pr'
cession; Bobby in front, pulling on tn
long handle, Fritz bobbing his bea
eyes and wagging his thin neck de
iectedly in the wagon. while Bess
wept sawdust tears into the sus'
heaping up at her feet, and KIT
stumbled tearfully along at the sid
trying to cover all those dreadful hol
with pair of very sticky grim
hands.
Slower and slower went the dlsm
troop, sadder and sadder grew tV
. guilty hearts, until, all too sOon' tn'
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