The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-06-29
IN TROUBLE AGAIN
The Kid Gets Mixed Up With Two
Infants, and Things Are
Doing.
Kid Tries to Catch a Buck by Grab
bling His Tail Appeasing
His Father.

Ev'rybody knows cats got nine lives But
God only knows how many boys got, n
'em fore he's 15.-Philosophy Of Col. Wheaton.
The kid came down to the mill yard in
evident distress Of mind, and as is his
custom when he needs a receptive bosom
into which to unload a weight of woe
sought me out. Besides the lines Of care
on his sharp little phiz, there were sew
eral rows Of well-defined scratches Wis
ible, and probably many more hidden by
the real estate he had accumulated in the
course of his mornings wanderlngs about
the town and river and altogether he
presented strong circumstantial evidence
Of a recent return from the scene of
something doing"
But for a time he wasn't conmuni-
cattve as was his wont, and it required
quite a bit Of ''joshing'' to get him started
Indeed, when he did start, it was in ap-
parently an altogether irrelevant direc-
tion but he knew what he was driving at,
as will appear.
Say" he began, my father he's dead
stuck on that gun Of yours, an I've heard
him say often he'd give whole lot to
take it out with him. An say, you're a
friend Of mine, 7 know. Now can't tell
the old man you said that seem he's my
father, you'll let him take it?" The kid
we'll knows that no man alive can bor
row gun or rod Of mine, but his case EVIL
IDENTIFY called for desperate measures, and
he went on In response to my natural re-
ply to his request :" Course know you
won't lend it to nobody, but I'm dif'rent
My fathers coming home tomorrow, an
want to s'prtse him. What've been
dom? I amt been dom nothin'. What're
you always asking me that for? just
went out to Prairie lake where AL Powers
drive Is, an two little kids butted in,
an went along. An. they got into mis-
ways is. What a nuisance kids is any
how. Them two couldn't get rid Of,
nohow, tho told EN- they better stay
home.
But they ketched on to the tote wagon
where was ridin' with the driver, ans
it was only five miles to the lake. an I
didn't want to lose my ride a chasin' 'em
back why just let EN- come along
Well, we got out there, an we hadn't
been at the lake five minutes fore one Of
'em gets into trouble, an that's where
got all scratched up, pullin' him out
Of it.
There's a farmer lives nest- the lake,
an he has a flock of geese, an a lot
tried to ketch goslin', tho ho1ered at
him to let EN- alone. But he wouldn't,
an the geese didn't do a thing to him.
They knocked him down, an walked all
over him, an when 1 run to keep EN-
from KILN him, the old gander he pitched
Into me. Say, that old gander's a jim
dandy with his wings. He undercuts and
cross counters better'n Corbett can, an
I do b'1ieve he'd a knocked me out +
/ hadn't grabbed his neck with both
hands and broke it.
THAT put him out, but by that time
the farmer heard the row the geese an
the fool kid that had been walked on,
was maxim, an here he comes runnin'.
He was just like all the rest. He wouldn't
listen to sense q minute but was goin'
to lick me for KILN his fool gander.
what'd he think would do. anyhow
STAN still an let the gander fan my
head off? Well, didn't, anyhow. q
But while he was breakin brush
the driver. that'd set up on his wagon
seat laughin' the whole time, jumped