Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1909-07-03

to blow wakeful-
/ TEARING THROUGH ness over the en-
/ THE WOODS. tire neighbo9-
hood. Caryton hurried the explosives
through the front hall and hid them
behind the library window draperies
It was then II o'clock. and he tiptoed
up to his room for such sleep as he
could get before the early morning
noises should commence
Ten minutes later he was doing OF,
when the first experimental hastings
of the horn commenced. By the time
he had found way to pack the bed
clothes about his ears there arose va
rious accompanying and disquieting
Kisses, snappings and roars.
Then directly under his window
came an explosion that shook the
house and brought him to a sitting
posture. They had found his contribu-
ton! And it was only midnight!
Caryton sank back and listened with
varying emotions-regret at his gen.
erosity, submission to a just retribu-
ton and finally pleasurable sensa-
ton of retrograding to his own boy
hood. By 1 o'clock he was the ring
leader of all their more daring demon
STATIONS.
But when he went in, long after
daylight, blackened and burned and
bruised, and tried to make himself
! presentable for breakfast he felt that
he had had enough of the Fourth.
| After breakfast Caryton made di-
vision Of the remaining fireworks and
then slipped from the house with his
trout rod while the nephews were
gloating over their treasures.
He knew Of trout stream that wan
dered aimlessly back among the trees,
with apparently no object or destina
ton save to clothe its banks with
moss. He would follow It's eccentric
windings until perhaps he could got
cool enough to induce some Of the
moss to grow upon him.
But as he passed the last house in
the village and noted figure in light
dress upon the piazza half hidden by
a climbing rose he was tempted to turn
In and spend the day there. He had
met Miss Leslie only few times, but
she was a friendly little body and the
most charming Of all the girls he
knew.
! His feet even turned at the gate, but
as they did so he heard wild yell
from the back yard, and he suddenly
swerved away, merely lifting his hat
to the figure Miss Leslie had seven
brothers.
A half hour in the woods, and he
was beyond the songs of robins and
orioles and sparrows and only heard
the occasional voices of hermit thrush
and tanager and woodpecker.
Presently he put his rod together
and cast fly into the stream. After
a half hour of desultory fishing he
found an enticing rock and seated him.
self upon 1t, leaning his back against
tree trunk.
| How long he slept-or if he slept at
all-he did not know, but the first
thing he was acutely conscious of was
an effort to disentangle his hook from
something behind and Of vicious
humming in the air.
Turning hastily, he saw that ID
| throwing his fly back for new cast
he had caught the book in an immense
hornets 'est and that in his effort to
| disentangle it he was bringing the hor-
nets toward him in an angry cloud.
Even as he looked one dropped upon
his ear and another upon his forehead
and a third upon the back Of his neck.
The unexpected pain brought him to
his feet with yell.
In the presence of others the cry
! would have been suppressed, but back
here in the woods, with no one IN
hearing, it was simply straight yell
Of surprised evaporation and pain. A
moment later he WIS tearing through
the woods with Il! ped of his col
lege racing days ais. with what he be
lieved to be 10000 hornets singing q
death song about his head.
He had not gone more than dozen
yards when he broke into an open
glade and almost into Miss Leslie's
arms. The sight of her brought him to
himself, and he whirled swiftly with
ths intenTon of dashing in another di-
recfNn, for he realized the conse-
qud.ces to Ae girl But her quiet. au-
Atriesuve voice stayed him.
Throw yourself down upon your
nee. M. Caryton." she admonished.