The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1896-03-17
THREE GOOD STORIES,

Harper's Editors Drawer fer March has
some pretty good stories. Here are three
OF them Young Sloan was ever noted
for his perfect breeding, and though as a
college student he was sometimes a trifle
the worse for a late supper he never for
got to b true to his code. on one such oc-
casiOn, after u most determined effort 20
enter a house which he believed his own,
he was met at the door by the scantily
attired master of the mansion with in
formation as to his wherea bouts and the
added news that the householder had u
sick wife and child upstairs who had been
disturbed.
Sloan made abject apologies and le-
parted. but his home seemed to elude him
and again the same irate householder was
brought to his door by Sloams knocks for
admission.
Didn't tell you this was my house,"
cried the indignant man. And don't you
remember that my wife and child are
."T remember : perfectly" answered
Sloan. sobered for the moment, and
were getting along J. -
During the late war Captain Smith, of
Richmond with two friends CHANGED TO be
N the vicinity OF a certain farm house in
the attic of which $50 rumor stated was
stored Il goodly number of demijohns filed
with fine old spirit. The captain, who
had a stammering tongue and u weakness
Tor the rosy suggested that his COM
panions and himself should stop at the
house In question at such an hour in the
evening as would elicit an invitation to
spend the night. The plan was according
ly put into execution. The three We're as
signed to the same sleeping apartment
and after their host had bid them good
night" they perceived I'm one corner of tho
room rough stairway, at the head OF
which was u trap-door. This evidently
led to the loft of which they had heard
| SaiZeI a l.un "a -
cended the steps. Unfortunately, how
ever. when he had reached the middle of
the attic II sudden gust from some OPEN
ing in the wall extinguished the light and
in cropping his way in the darkness. he
struck against an object, which fell to the
floor with noise which resounded
through the house. A moment afterwarl
he heard door on the first floor open, fol-
lowed by the heavy tread of the farmer
making his way to the upper story. Dis
covery and disgrace were imminent. Es-
cape was impossible. In his despair q
strategy suggested itself to the confed-
crate and. In manner unconveyab bic
through this medium, he uttered three
prolonged, agoniZed caterwauls.
momentary silence followed this ef-
fort :\,ndD then, to his infinite relief, the re-
treating steps Of his host smote upon his
ear When quiet again reigned the otii-
Ger signaled cautiously to his comrades
and, guided by their voices, succeeded in
getting back to his room and finally to
bed.
The next morning, as they sat around
the breakfast table, their rural enter
tainer expressed "a hope that his CUES IS
rested well.
'Ye-ye-yes." stammered the captain,
''p-p-p-pretty well, but Il co-confounlel
cat got in that loft over our heads ami
made th-thunderin' noise and walked us
up"
Yes" said the farmer, dryly. there
are Il good many cats about here an |
nf tan hos 'atF hnl In I,,,r 10
night was the very first time l ever heard
| Il stutterin' cat holler.'
In wrath and tears Edith Hewlett had
| gone to bed. She had been tucked in
once. given a drink twice. kissed good
| night three times and the lamp had been
| extinguished. but the spark OF rebellion
| still burned in her childish soul.
| Mamma" she cried.
"Go 10 sleep. Edith" her mother said
| sternly; IL shall not come in there again. -
| II want drink, mamma" Edith plead
| ed.
You've had two drinks already. Now
| go to sleep"
| There was a brief silence, and then
| Edith tried again.
| Mamma, come and kiss me good
night"
| you've been kissed goodnight, dear
and | shall not come In again. so 20 tC
sleep at once like Il good girl"
| There was another pause, while this
lonely child cudseled her little brain fol
| u new eXpedien..
| Mamma she cried at last. please
| come in; I'm SO hungry"
| You cannot have anything to eat to.
| night. and If | come in there again." the
| mother said, with rising choler. 'it will be
| to gve you II good spanking!"
There was a longer pause. and Just rs
| II began 10 look as If the evenings battl.
| were over the child's voice was heard
| again.
| Mamma she pleaded. I'm so lonely ir
here. Please come in and spank me!''
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