The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1905-06-06


hear what that man said what was
standing by Mr.. Dexter's shop? Give
it 'em hot he said, for the glory Of
Old England That's what he said,
and that's what the Queen likes, and
that's what we're going in for. Are
yer ready?"
eyes, they cried.
"But what am to do?'' asked Little
Make-Believe.
Your exclaimed Dot-and-carry one,
somewhat puzzled. ooh, you'll open
yer mouth and shut yer eyes and see
what Gawd'll send yer!''
After whicn direction Dot-and-carry-
one looked warily around, to see that
no policeman was nigh to spoil his lit
tie game, and then said softly:
"Forwardv'
The Charge of the Light Brigade
pales in comparison. Before Mike the
Pieman knew where he was, Jimmy
Tyler had jumped on his back and
pulled him down into the road, where
he lay struggling with the six or seven
young rufians bent on carrying out the
orders Of Dot-and-carry-one.
This young gentleman took no part
in the scufie. Directly Mike was down
he opened the can, took OF his cap,
and swept into it at least a dozen pies,
steaming hot, with which he ran off as
fast as his legs could carry him.
It was the work of moment. The
great Napoleon himself could not have
executed strategic movement more
deity.
And almost before one could say
"Jack Robinson the pies were gone
and the jaws of Dot-and-carry-one We're
devouring them.
Meantime, Little Make-Believe did
exactly as she was told.
She opened her mouth and shut her
eyes and waited for what God would
send her
The only movement she made for
which she could claim originality was
to put her fingers in her ears, to shut
out the din of the battle.
The paper flag in her hand was thus
elevated above her head, and seemed
to stick out Of it like feather.
The cries which Mike uttered as he
struggled with his foes seemed to her
scarcely real; her senses were almost
entirely absorbed in eager expectation
of being able, through the Intervention
of Providence, to satisfy Saranne's
wish of pie for supper.
The battle did not last long. Dot
and-carry- one's proceedings had not
been unnoticed by two or three of his
followers, and he had scarcely disap-
peared round the corner before other
unlawful hands were laid 1poa Mikes
succulent store.
All the rest Of the regiment followed
suit, helping themselves without COM
junction; and one, less selfish than his
comrades, seeing Little Make-Believe
standing stock still, with her mouth
wide open. popped pie into it as he
raced past her.
The pic was too large and the mouth
too small to be disposed Of in one bite,
and would have fallen to the ground
had not Little Make-Believe hastily
caught it.
She had tasted it, however. and ma
ture was strong within her; nothing
in the shape Of food had entered her
mouth during the long, weary day I'M
til that moment; her eyes, open now,
Cilated with gladness; greedily she
sucked her lips with the gravy on
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ness was abort to take another bite
when the figure Of sararne rose before
her.
1t was enough. Choking back her
hunger, she ran toward her home,
holding the precious pie close to her
breast.
This was the sight which Mike the
Pieman beheld as he rose to his feet,
flushed and filed with anger.
All the other children had disap-
peared: only Little Make-Believe was
in sight, and in her hand food unlaw-
fully beg0tten. After her he hobbled,
furious for revenge.
Luckily or unluckily for Little Make
Believe, his capacity for pursuit was
not of high order.
He suffered from periodical attacks
Of lumbago, and this was one of his
bad days"
Little Make Believe would have got
clear of had not Mike restored to an.
other expedient in the cause of JUS
tice He called, or rather gasped:
''Stop thiefv'
This cry would have been uttered
the moment he had extricated himself
from the clutches OF his foes had he
not been proverbially short Of breath
an infirmity which, aggravated by
rage, had for the time deprived him OF
the power of speech.
But his compulsorily slow gait, as he
hobbIed after Little Believe
brought back his wind. and with it. in
weak state. his voice
Twice did the summons to law-abid,
| ing citizens escape him, and he was
about to utter it for the third time
when a violent spasm in his back
doubled him up, and he was compelled
to cling to a lamp-post for support.
Coming toward him as he was in
this position was the man who had
addressed the children as they marched
past Thomas Dexter's shop.
In his progress this man had brushed
BY Little Make Believe, and had taken
notice Of the pie she was hugging to
her breast.
With keen insight he saw immediate