The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1905-03-12
By FLORENCE WILKINSON

quivered to sob, and her eyebrows
were ruffied.
You hurt the poor doggie, and I
won't love you any more"
"What-what's this?" muttered old
Eli, turning in his barrel chair. Who's
hurtin' little Jimps?'
Jeremy had at last gained listener.
Eli, when he heard, the next catch
word, recognized the tale and groaned
at his inopportune wakefulness.
Il didn't hurt the critter none.
daughtie. Listen and you'll find out.
At Clear Water / was stOppin' to see
my sisters folks, and purity glad to get
shook off from that jawin' wumman;
but off she gets. too, tn pussu the argy-
ment. when, what in the name of Won
derment did we see a-comin' daown
the railroad tracks,"
The thrill of an approaching climax
aroused the last sleepers, and Jeremy
was tickled by the stir.
Tibet ere appeared dorg of hern.
trottin ez cool ez We please"
'Oh, was he reel cool?" rippled
jumps, appreciative, as always, of mi
nor points.
Jeremy swept magnificently on.
And tibet gol-darned pipe of mine
in his ugly mouth, Hey, what dye
say to that, old man Joe?"
The dear little doggie.' dubbed
jumps. AND the pipe in his mour!
And were he smokin ii, jeremy"
The satire, unconscious though IL
was, did not escape the quick witted
lumbermen. They burst into roars OF
laughter at Jeremy's expense. The
simple hearted old fellow accepted the
laughter as tribute to the success of
his tale.
in occurrence last winter began Mart
waggishly.
Yes. / recken we've all sawed
mighty wonders" said Davy drily. "ef
you give us time to think on 'em up
Little jumps, in Jeremy's arms, suf-
fered the agony of unworthy obscurity.
Here We're all the boys" with such
marvels at the tips OF their tongues.
while she must sit in extinguishment
There was a silence during which
jumps meditated hundred fine begin
nings, like one who trembles on the
verge of his first impromptu speech.
She slid down from Jeremy's knees
and began in an awestruck tone: i've
had a wonder, too / haven't telled no
one what l sawed on the tote road this
mornin'.'
Her tone so deliciously echoed Jere-
my's own, at his most inspired mo-
nent, that the men laughed, but were
silenced by Jeremy's gentle plea
Lcl the young uu tell Der anu
you boys listen and bark to it,
Il went out to the tote road this
mornin'," said jumps, in the throes of
literary creation, Ito see how much sap
had ruined into my biggest pail. And
/ hearn funny noise and / looked,
and what do you think 1 sawed"-the
ecstacy of fabrication was upon her
up above me in the tree?'
The dramatic pause was busily en-
played with thoughts as to what she
did see.
"A little squirt, and he Sided down
the trunk just as fast, and when he
come to the bottom he spread out his
tail, so''
jumps illustrated with hands and
skirt.
And sat down, and he looked like a
gray jug settin' on fuzzy mat, just
Zactly."
She laughed humorously at her
smile, taking meanwhile quick thought
ahead. She realized that her wonder
was beginning well, but she could not
hold her audience indefinitely without
some daring stroke.
And then, what dye think, he
bowed real perlite-"
jumps captured her audience by an
other bit of business"
And he says, Good mornin', ma'am.
I'm the sqir'l what lives in this tree,
and I'll be obleeged eff you'll step keer-