The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-03-25

distinction, partly because she was Mr..
Caseyisl wife, but principally because she
had drought with her from Boston,
whence the Caseys came, many polite lit
tie accomplishments and customs which
appealed as strongly TO the adult society
of Bosquevlle, or at least to the feminine
part of it as did her husbands show WIN
dow to the younger generation.
By far the most famous of these were
those novel and fashionable functions,
Mrs. Caseys o'clock teas. There was
something so daring and high-toned in
drinking tea in the middle of the after
noon that il took the ladies of Bosque-
vile by storm. Mrs. Casey served it in
pretty, thin China cups, with tiny silver
spoons, and she put a slice of lemon in it
instead of cream, which was another and
winning Innovation and passed around
minute sandwiches and crisp cookies; and
Mrs. Casey's sandwiches and cookies were
beyond words.
But upon the very morning after the ar
p,rival of the illustrous family. Dummy
Flint. who was passing by, saw upon the
piazza of Mr.. Casey's new cottage a small,
thin boy, about Il years old, with large
brown eyes and a freckled face, and a
great deal of brick red hair upon his
head. The small boys eyes were fixed on
the horizon, and he did not deign to lower
them during the rather severe scrutiny to
which he was subjected. Dummy looked
at him for short time over the fence
He was youth of broad ideas, and the
unattractive physical qualities of the
stranger did not prejudice him.
"Hullo," he said finally. Are you go
ing to live here?'
"Yeth," said the small boy solemny.
There iMas sap- embarrassing interval
then Dummy c6ntinued with the happy in
spiration: yss
Can you swing
Not over my head" responded the
stranger. u.
Some show 'ofNscorn crept into Dummys
friehdly face, kard the intense interest
which his companion took in the far Off
sky line made him feel uncomfortable
you must be a duffer," he remarked
candidly. What's your name, anyhow"
"Cathey," answered the small boy;
'Wuay. CatheB.''s
Dummy held on to the fence railing and
laughed loudly.
Woody" he repeated That's the
all-fredest name ] ever heard. / guess
Wen call you Red Sheep
The youth on the porch looked down on
his crOss-eXaminer for moment with a
surprised and scornful air
II, think you're very rude" he said
and went into the house without another
word.
He looks like "a frog and talks like
little baby" SAID Dummy while relating
his adventure to select audience at
school that morning. His legs aint
any bigeer'u my wrist, and he can't
swim over his head" And the accuracy
of the description was generally acknowl-
edged when Master Casey made his ap-
peerance the next week. There seemed
TO be bound up in his small person every
defect of character which the youth of
Bosqueville most despised. He could no,
uya t1a
nered as girl. 1t was even rumored
derlxly that he was afraid of cows; and he
could give the capital of every state In
the Union, and do fractions in his head
Then, one day, in answer TO the chal-
lense of some daunless soul, appeared
the fact that he would not fight; and.
below this, of course, ignominy itself could
not sink.
If these unfortunate circumstances had
any effect upon Willie he showed few
signs of Il. Perhaps his hair turned a
somewhat redder hue, and certainly his
freckles increased plentifully dixie the
leaves of Vallombrosa, Dolores Smith, who
was in the Milton class, said.) He did
however, find two friends at school. Miss
wilkins, his teacher, thought she saw a
real spirit of gentle manliness under his
reticence and timidity, and liked, and re-
spected him for 1t. His other friend
vas Dolores Smith, whose classic ex-
preston is given above. Dolores was not
only the brightest girl in Bosqueville, but
she was the daughter of Judge Smith,
who lived in the handsomest house in
town, and was member of Congress.
She would have been just as much liked,
however, without these advantages, for
she was clever, and kind, and sympa-
thetic, the sort of girl who is a sister
to half the boys of her acquaintance.
tl II
Master Casey had been going to school
in Boequeville about three months when
Dummy Flint and Sam Carter stopped
him on the playground one morning with
an unusually friendly interest in their
faces.
Il say. Red Sheep said Dummy,
whose little game rooster is that up In
your yard?"
"That-th my rooster" was the laconic
reply
''Where'd you git imp" asked Sam, good
naturedly. STEAL Imp"
Il ratified him from the egg" said Will
lie. 1.-THE egg cotht two dollars, and beth
the finetht breed in the world"
hole ssn1ve