Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1907-01-24
Jimmy Tyler, with defiant looks; "

"And I'll back yer" said Dot-and'
carry-one, secretly exulting in the
progress he was making. "Well. you,
Jimmy Tyler. you'll jump on old Mixes
back the moment yer git to him. He'll
like that, will Jimmy, cause he can
stick it on the Government. l dessay
the pair yer'll tumble into the road
it's jest what he wants done to him,
cause he can git what they calls COM
pensation. If yer hurt him bit, all
the better. Then all on yer jump on
him and tumble him about. He wont
mind-he'll enjoy it! And shouldn't
wonder, if yer do it well, that you'll all
get medals from the Queen. Did yer
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"
"Yes," they cried.
"But what am to do:" asked Little
Make-Believe.
"Youw exclaimed Dot-and-carry-one.
somewhat puzzled. ooh, you'll open
YER mouth and shut yer eyes and see
what Gawdll send yer"'
After when 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:
Forward"
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
be lay struggling with the six or seven
young rutfians bent on carrying out the
orders of Dot-and-carry-on
This young gentleman took no part
n the scuffle Directly Mike was down
he opened the can, took off his cap,
and swept into it at least dozen pies,
steaming hot, with which he ran off as
fast as his legs could carry him.
1t was the work of moment. The
great Napoleon himself could not have
executed a strategic movement more
aeftly.
And almost before one could say
Jack Robinson the pies were gone
md the jaws of Dot-and-carry-one were
aevouring them.
Meantime, Little Make-Believe did
exactly as she was told.
\ l,n, n,,tt, q nd
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 Res 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.
uc bultlt dlll LOt tlot lOh6. IVY
and-carry- ones 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 upon Mixes
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-Believc
standing stock still, with her mouth
wide open, popped a pie into it as he
raced past her.
The pie, 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 un-
til that moment; her eyes. open now.
dilated with gladness; greedily she
sucked her lips with the gravy on
them and in moment of thoughtless-
ness was about to take another bite
when the figure of Saranne 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 filled with anger
All the other children had diSap-
peared: only Little Make-Believe was
in sight, and in her hand food unlaw.
fully begotten. 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 goi
clear off had not Mike restored to an
other expedient in the cause of jus
tice. He called, or rather gasped:
"Stop thiefr'
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