News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1905-05-03

I'm the drawing ROOM"
Il must give him turn before he
goes. He mustn't come here without
knowing that your humble servant is
within hail. I'll wake the old duffer
up! Where's a bit of cordY
There's some drying cord in the
back yard"
Get that and look sharp. You will
find me on the steps Of the front door,"
said Jack.
Away went Emily, who executed her
mission without delay and joined Jack
with about fifteen feet of strong cord.
Gliding up to the front door and
treading noiselessly, Jack fastened the
cord about a foot and a half above the
drawing room door, tying it on one
side to the hall table. which he pushed
close to the wall, and at the other to
the hat and umbrella stand. The draw
ing room door opened inward, so that
he knew any one coming out in hur-
ry must infallibly fall over it.
Just at that moment some sweeps
who had been upstairs to sweep the
bedroom chimneys came down with
sack of SCOT. An idea struck Jack.
Il say, you Mayflowers, he exclaimed,
'the governor says that as sweeping
chimneys is dry work you're to go
downstairs and have some beer, and as
it won't improve the passages to carry
that stuff about everywhere, lay it
down on the oilcloth just here"
At the prospect of speedy beer the
men did not hesitate. They set the
sack down and went away. No soon
er had they gone than Jack took out
his pocketknife and slit up the side Of
the sack, turning the two sides over
and making what he called "a lovely
bed of SCOT"
At that moment Blocks, who had
been sent into the garden to look for
Jack, came into the hall and cried,
master John, master wants you SIR"
"Oh, does he? All right I'll go in
to him. He's in the drawing room,
isn't he?
Yes and old SwishtaiIs with him."
replied Blocks, with a grin.
He went away, and Jack said to EN-
lily: Il say, Emmy, open the door just
a little bit and sing out loud, Mr.. Craw-
cour's wanted; something's happened
at Pomona House. and his wife's at the
door He's to make haste
Jack retreated to the staircase and
half way up watched the expected
sport through the bansters
Emily knocked at the drawing room
door, then opened it and delivered the
message just as Jack had told her.
my wife, Dear me! What can have
happened?
Nothing serious, l hope?" said Mr..
Bedington.
81 hope not, indeed You will excuse
my unavoidable absence for a brief
spaceF
by all means. Pray ask your wife
in"
"Thank you kindly" answered the
principal.
Mr.. Crawcour drew back the door
and rushed out. His feet caught in
the rope, and he pitched forward head
first, into the outstretched bag Of SCOT.
He made frantic efforts to regain his
legs, and when he did he was as black
as his hat Coughing, sneeZing and
trembling with rage he tried to get the
SCOT out of his eyes, mouth, ears and
nose. During this interval Jack slip
ped downstairs. He cut away the cord
and entered the drawing room, meet
ing his father in the middle of the
room. The latter had been reused by
the noise outside and was going to see
what it was about.
Did you send for me-" asked Jack.
Yes, my boy. What's all that noise
outsider"
81 think it's drunken sweep"
"a sweep. l won't have such dis
graceful proceedings in my house.
Open the front door, Jack"
Jack ran to the front door. Mr..
Crawcour did look like a drunken
sweep.
Hello, you fellow, what's the mean
ing of this?" cried Mr.. Bedington.
In vain Mr.. Crawcour tried to speak;
he could only splutter out mouthful
of SCOT.
Get out! Get out! I'll teach drunk
en- vagabonds like you a lesson"
AS he spoke he kicked the unlucky
principal of Pomona House. Kick fol-
lowed kick, and he ran toward the
front door to save himself further pain.
"Out you go!" said Jack, giving him
a parting kick as he passed him.
1.-The scoundrelr' said Mr.. Bedington,
looking around him. What next, I
wonder?
Little Emily had sunk down on a
mat in a corner and was trying in vain
to stifle her laughter.
what a funny girl that is" observed
Mr.. Bedington. 'She's always laugh
ing"
Yes" said Jack, and he burst into
loud guffaw.
at seems catching"
every. it's that sweep. He looked
so odd. There he is on the lawn, shak-
ing his fist at you. He looks as if he
were going to shy stones at the win
dows He's talking and going on aw-
tul. See, he's on to the gardener now"
$50 he is" answered Mr.. Bedington,
remarking that the supposed sweep
was in earnest conversation with the
on rdpner who had inst emerCpd from