Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1899-06-08

nuts and munched them, while Sam
grew hungrier and hungrier, and after
awhile moved off where he couldn't
see them eat
Oh, what a vacancy he seemed to
have under his jacket. He felt as if
he could eat the stale bread his moth
er threw to the chickens.
81 wonder if real strikers get hun
gry?" mused Sam. Blamed if can
hold out much longer
The afternoon session found the
young striker in his seat, pale and
nervous
As the hour of closing neared, Sam
felt very faint and sick. 1t seemed
to him as if his stomach would forget
how to work, having had nothing to
practice on for so long.
"Phew what long day !" Sam
thought, as he walked slowly home
with his books over his shoulder.
ooh, but I'm hungry I wonder if
them poor little buffers what sells pa
pers in town ever feel like this ? jim
my, I'll buy papers from EN- every
time I have any money!
Filled with this philanthropic idea,
he reached home in time to smell the
cooking going on in the kitchen-cof-
fee, fried potatoes sizzling and sPnt-
tering
"My how good they do SMELL"
thought Sam.
About quarter of an hour before
supper time Mrs. Watson saw a wan,
hungry boy, with big eyes, gazing in
through the window panes upon the
table, with its snowy linen, faky
bread, raspberry Jam, golden butter
and other delicacies.
She thought she heard sob, and
was sure she saw one big tear after
another chasing down this same face.
Her warm mothers heart had misgir-
en- her more than once during the
day, as she thought of their poor, hun
CRY young striker ; but upon seeing
that woe-begone, teary face, her own
eyes grew misty and, rushing out Of
the door, she caught him up with a
tight hug and carried him, big boy as
he was, into the kitchen, where she
dropped him in front of the table and
dexterously showed big bowl Of
bread and milk before him.
The poor boys hungry eyes lit up,
and how that bowl became empty so
quickly was a mystery.
Another followed, and another
then came slice of cold ham, which
had just followed the rest, when he
heard his mother say
"H'sh here comes your father
run to bed -
Sam quickly obeyed her and was
soon in his own room.
where's our young striker asked
his father, seated at the table quafiing
fragrant coffee and diminishing the
stack of snov-white bread in front Of
him. Seems to me as if be must be
pretty well starved out by this time.
Mrs. Watson made no reply, but
clattered among the dishes, while her
husband gazed at her quizzically.
Sam, by this time tired and full,
had fallen asleep, so his mother found
him, as she stole into his room to give
him her goodnight kiss.
The next morning, at the usual
time, Mr.. Watson called from the foot
of the stairs again.
Receiving no answer, he repeated
the call. Still no reply.
my, what a stubborn youngster
I thought yesterday would have
starved him out. Well, to-dayll fix
him, anyhow"
He then went into the kitchen,
where he found big pile of wood, to-
gether with a full scuttls Of coal, by
the stove.
Strange" he muttered. al don't
remember filling that scuttle or bring
ing in so much wood. Queer, very
queer"
So saying, he proceeded to the barn,
where be found the door open.
"Jake's growing careless" he re-
marked, in an annoyed manner. He
ought to know enough to lock these
doors when be goes to
But just then he stopped, his eyes
opening wide, as he hid behind tree,
for, coming out Of the barn and lead
ing horse, was Sam.
Whistling merrily, he took the
horse out to the pump-trough, watered
him and marched him back to the