The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1901-12-07

of plum jam. As last resort he was
consigned to the coal cellar, being
carefully tied out of reach of the coal.
After Is minutes more of durance
vile he was once more turned loose
upon the world.
IL might have been half hour aft
err this that Mrs. barrow had occa-
sion to go down into the cellar after
something. When she came back to
the head of the stairs she, found the
door would not open.
This struck her as curious, but she
labored with it faithfully for time.
There was no use in calling the cook
TO let her out, because Bridget had
just gone home to visit her mother.
Presently she called to the cherub.
"Dannie!"
No answer.
''Dannie, dear!"
Still the silence of the dead. It had
occurred to Master Daniel that this
would be a good time to explore the
forbidden street which stretched away
from the front. door into fairyland,
and like Columbus he had CALAMITY
adventured forth on a tour of discov-
cry. What an hour of delightful con-
temptation of confectioners' windows!
What tantalizing bliss to stare at
luscious chocolate dogs and many
hued candy canes! Alas! The sweet
est, most tormenting thrill comes at
last to an end. Master Daniel was
hailed home in tears, with a very fiat
nose (due to prolonged pressure
against plate glass windows), by an
overzealous policeman who recog-
nized him.
Mrs. barrow had spent the hour in
a dreadful turmoil and anxiety of
mind. She conjured up visions OF
the house burning to the ground, of
burglars going through the valuables.
of Master Daniel abducted by wicked
kidnapers. Strangely enough, she
never suspected the truth.
When Daniel re-entered the house
he heard q muffied voice calling him.
With an appalling consciousness of
guilt he remembered for the first
time where he had left his mother.
"Yes'm!"
"Oh, Dannie dear, where have you
been? Mother was afraid her darling
was stolen"
Been everywhere, Mommer. You'd
orter see the elephant in the store
a candy elephant, Mommer."
you naughty boy! Haven't 1 told
you hundred times never to go down
the street alone? Open the door!"
But Dannie was wise in his genera
ton with the wisdom of the serpent,
and he decided to make terms before
he relieved the garrison. While he was
still hesitating over the articles of
capitulation, his mother called again:
whats the matter with this door?
Have you been bothering it?" she
asked, severely suspicious. >.>
"No'm. II jes' locked it."
"You bad hoy! Unlock it directly.
The idea! 1 believe you knew 1 was
down here. When / get out I'll"
She shook the door urgently to en-
phasize her remark.
Daniel the imaginative had sudden
ly become seized of delightful idea.
He would play that Mommer had been
naughty and he had locked her in the
cellar for punishment. He would see
how it felt to be the Olympian.
Daniel, let me out. Do you hear?"
"Will 90 be dood, Mommer?"
Daniel, let-me-out!"
"Dannie doesn't know what to do
with 90, 'tause 90 been so naughty"
(This very sadlyD
To put it mildly, Daniels mother
was angry. She ratified the door till
the hinges creaked.
1T hurts Dannie to punish 90, Nom
mer. Why won't 90 be dood?" pleaded
Master Daniel with sweet forgiveness
in his voice.
Mrs. barrow attempted to keep all
trace of passion from her manner,
but the circumstances were not con-
ducive to perfect serenity. Mamma
is very angry at you, Daniel. You
moment, or you will be punished Sc
verely," she told him with studied
gentleness.
"Dannie keeps Mommer in so she
may fink how naughty she has been.
90 must ask bod to forgive co."
The scolding that Master barrow
received at this point would have
daunted n less resolute reformer, but
the spirit of amendment had taken
possession of our hero and he deter
mined to make his mother good il it
took all day. From precept he knew
a good deal about being good, for
Mrs. barrow had been at considerable
pains to bring him up in the way he
should go.
Its not nice to raise 'oor voice so,
Mommer. I'm not in the next street,
90 know" he explained with placid
serenity.
listen to me, Daniel. When / get
out I'm going to give you the worst
whipping you ever had in your life
the very worst"
Better count 20, Mommer. 90
may say somefing 'oo'll be sorry for"
advised the young reformer sweetly.
''Daniel!!l!" There were exolama-
ton marks galore in her voice, but
Dannie trod.the primrose path undis-