The Savannah morning news., 1902-03-23

hounds" or pom, pom, peel away"
why Bobs felt IorIorn ana cross, very
cross.
Go up in the attic Bobsy," said
nurse, and have a romp with Jack
Jack was only the baby of years.
but a first-rate play-Iellow and a de-
voted follower. Just the thing, so up
the attic stairs they tumbled, and nurse
settled down to her darning, satisfied
that they were safe and happy. She
forgot Bobs' talent for mischief, forgot
that the rain was keeping him pris-
oner and forgot the attic window.
The attic was a perfect playground.
1t was a great big room, covering the
entire honse, lighted by small windows
all the way round, cleared of all fur
nishings or attic rubbish and turned
over to the children it had become a
kingdom where Bobs was king.
A few turns on the velocipedes, old
ones kept in the attic for just such
rainy days, worked up enthusiasm, and
while they were whirling around as
steam cars, Bobs had his inspiration.
Let's play l am a gentleman riding
my automobile in a wild country, Jack,
and you are a band of robbers after
me TO capture and seize my treasure.
My machine must strike a stone and
turn over. pitch me to the edge of the
cliff. I'll have to climb over or fall in
your clutches
Jack, all admiration, fell in with the
plan, and came whooping and yelling
down the highway on prancing steed,
in fair imitation of a fierce gang of
highwaymen. On went the automobile
with the Christian gentleman and his
treasure, his face drawn, his teeth set,
the robbers not far behind, but he was
gaining yard by yard, when crack,
crack, crack, went the automobile, and
the obliging velocipede turned over,
splitting out the noble youth. He Stun
bled to his feet. The robbers were on
him. There was nothing for it but to
climb down over the cliff.
Nov. what shall we do for a cliff,
Jack? The whole thing will be spoiled
if we don't have the real thing.
would the window do?" ventured
Jack.
The very thing, so up went the win
dow, out scrambled Bobs and. in a
jiffy the poor, hunted gentleman hung
by bis hands out of the attic window
of the family mansion, while the robber
band, gayly represented by Jack,
clutched his jacket. 1t was glorious.
Just as luck would have it neigh
Dor. one of those very friendly neigh
bors. who CHANGED to be passing, at
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of stockings, peered up from under her
dripping umbrella and almost dropped
it in her fright. Stumbling and trem-
bling she got up the steps and grasped
the bell
Would he drop at her feet before she
could warn the household?
A passerby stopped. He stood as If
turned to stone, and then ran to join
the neighbor at the doorbell, which
was ringing frantically.
Master Bobs, all unconscious, began
to weary of cliff climbing and decided
to fall into the hands of the gang to be
a prisoner in "a robbers cave, so with
much hitching and a deal of Juggling
by the robber band. he was hauled up
the cliff and had just thumped safely
on the attic floor, when a rush of foot
steps on the stairs brought the house
hold, mother sisters and maids, the
friendly neighbor and the passing
stranger. white-faced throng to well
come him back to everyday life and
escort him to bed for the rest of a
fellows one holiday to think over his
sins.
What was the use of thinking up a
good game, anyhow" said the poor
little attic king. tucked sadly away
under the bed clothes.
Edith Foster.