The Savannah morning news., 1901-04-07

I ded knaw 'ee'd complain, Mrs Male,
when farmer ded spake of givin' any
| thin away"
You rude little byer' creaked the
sharp-nosed Mrs. Male; I''wont have you
on our farm for snythin' now"
Farmer Male winked disconsolately at
Sam. The wink conveyed that they both
knew Mrs. Male and her ways, and that
the farmer only wished he might speak
as freely to her as Sam could. But he
sent the pup after all.
"Es ct true Sam" said Jack Chown.
when he met Sam on the Clays, as they
were both bound for the old school, "that
'eeve got doll TO home that'ee do nurse
, like as eff zee was a maid?"
What be that to you. Jack Chown?"
Ties true, es m? You CERT babyl YOU
re no bettern a maiden, be zee, then,
Miss Nicholls?'
And the boys around took up the call
Miss Nichollsl Miss Nichollsv And they
pointed the finger OF scorn.
Now Sam felt inclined to cry. For II is
hard at the age OF eight to be likened to
that inferior creature, the maiden. To be
called lion, or a tiger, or a wolf. or
by another Cornishman--a enough is a
compliment But to be called an ass, a
goose, a dog (why dog I cannot tell.
unless on the authority of Dicky Wade
and the Bible), a chough-by a Devonan--
or a maiden, is a deadly insult. Sam gulp-
ed down the lump In his throat. held
back his tears, and smote Jack chown
a mighty blow that sent him to school
with unusual punctuality and bloody
nose all for the honor of Gwinver
And then It CHANGED that Sam met Alice
Treweekes, the seven-year-old daughter
OF the parson. She was spick and span,
in a white dress and cream Leghorn
hat; but Sam remembered a day when her
frock had been torn, her shoes muddy,
her mouth blaclxberried, and he had
stolen apples for her. and a thrashlng
had followed.
How be ZEE, Miss Allce?" said he.
Very worried, Sammy. Just like
mother at spring cleaning"
How be thiccy missie?''
II hear you have a doll. have a doll.
but then I'm a girl don't think 1 can
ever love a boy who has a DOLL
Then bitterness seized Sam. To be called
maiden was the direct insult. Yet his
iceal was a maiden. Alice Treweekes.
II have got a doll--my Gwinver. An l
do love she. But I dun't love zee any less
for thiccy."
But les only girls who have dolls. It's
not manly for boys TO have EN-. / won't
ever love you any more, an won't ever
kiss you any more. so longs you Keep a
doll"
Then began a struggle grim and great
in the heart OF Sam. And II was the hard
err 10 bear that IT was inarticulate out
wardly and inwardly. For the good and
the bad dld not marshal themselves with
In him as the advantageous and the dis
advantageous would have done within q
grown-up child. He did not see clearly.
He only felt the pain.
At last he said: Here be a match. DO
zee make fire on the grass while / do go
fetch Gwinver."
When he came back the dead branches
we're cracking merrily on the grass be-
tween the stone hedge and the road, and
Sam iaid abe dismantled body IN the
flames. lie had never heard the name OF
H. but he understood the feeling OF SUIT
tee. lie watched ana watched TN nothing
was left Of Gvinyer; then he threww
himself face downward ON tho cool lush
grass and sobbed passionately. Alice. who
had been watching him curiously, was
oycrpoWered by the feelings she had
raised. Hne crept slowly 20 him and laid
her lktlc hand on hiH shoulder
Don't cry. Sam" fhe said he . good
boy, an fli give you kiss"
"Co way Go right way I'll never
sDake " 'ss esain Fee'Fs a-naAdc ms