The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1906-02-10

Just once when you'll 60 right OF and
get hungry again." he grumbled.
MEOW! Me-o-w!"
"It's very uncomfortable being hol.
low all the way down to your toes, ]
know" sighed Bob, but" The
dropping corners of his mouth sud.
denly Strengthened into a smile reach
ing almost from ear to ear. Got an
ideal" he exultantly cried. waving his
cap In the air. "I1l dizzy, Kit, III
dizzy! Spend, part Of the nickel on
you; part on Mary Ann-hurrah!"
A moment later Bob b~reathlessly
entered a corner grocery.
."Give me two cents worth of milk"
he demanded in his most impressive
manner, al he wriggled on to a stool
and spun his nickel on the counter.
where's your pail, sonny?"
Bob regarded the clerk in open
mouthed CONSERVATION. In his flash
Of inspiration this small detail had
escaped him. What could he do?
Freckles and Theodore were both in
the Grotto. so that he could not go
there now, and there was no time to
be lost. for in half an hour he would
have to start downtown after his pa
pers.
"Pcrhaps," said the clerk, chuckling
over his own wit, you'd like me to
pour tho milk straight into your
pockets?"
"Couldn't-couldn't you loan me
something's stammered the embar.
raised Bob. I'D bring it back in ten
minutes-honcst."
A peal Of laughter filed the little
shop. You don't catch old dogs with
puppy tricks, I've loaned things to
kids before. No, sir, you won't get a
drop Of milk from this establishment
until you run home and fetch your
pail"
Bob slowly descended from his
stool. Then it's off," he sighed. Il
can't
Say" interrupted the clerk, actu-
ated partly by his business keenness
for trade, partly Ky the disappointed
expression On the youngsters face,
I've got one Of the finest tin pans
you ever see. Your ma can have 1t
for milk, fry her meat in it, and use
it for a wash-basfn between times.
It's worth every bit of ten cents, but
folks have their notions about a pan
being smooth and sleek, and because
of this here little bump in It's back
that don't amount to a hill OF beans,
I'll let you have 1t long with the milk
for your nickel. is it a go, kid?"
Bob hesitated. A vision Of Mary
Ann i'll all the beauty Of her red pig
tails tied with piI,k tape and her dear
freckled face, vita its laughing brown
eyes and scornful little nose, seemed
to shine before him in a sort Of golden
haze. Then suddenly a plaintive cry
rang in his ears and he forgot Mary
Ann; forgot hiy own prosperous con-
dition as member of the gang living
like a swell in a fine cellar; remem-
bered only a starved little alley cat
and a starved street urchin who, none
too long ago, 10 often went without
food for days.
Bob wriggled on to the stool again.
"It's a go!" lie announced, emphat-
ically.
Bob stood ginning down at the hap
by alley cat tapping the last drop Of
milk.
Been having the time OF your life,
Kit?" he asked, with a chuckle.
Before the kitten could answer a
shrill: Hello. Bob" fioated over his
shoulder.
He turned with a start, and gazed
at Mary Ann.
Where did you get the milk?' she
Grocery" concise!y replied the boy.
BUY 1t with your own money!"
Bob nodded.
IL llke-cats," T urmured Mary Ann, |
for scme strange reason bashfully
hanging her head.
The crimson leaped from Bob's chin
70 his dirty little forehead. Then per
haps-perhaps," he excitedly faltered.
you'll let me give you the kitten for
fora valentine?"
you mean it-honest?"
For his answer Bob gently lifted up
he little alley cat and lovingly placed
t in Mary AIMS eager, outstretched
wait a .ninute-that amt ALL" said
Bob, his voice quivering with pride,
I'm a-going to give you the pan, too,
Nary Ann."-Philadelphia Press.
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