The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1909-03-27
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from side to side uneasily, slackenins
his pace to study the bounds of the
garden, and felt myself gaining.
Ahead of us lay white picket fence
that set off the vegetable garden and
marked the lawful bounds of the
school. There was no gate and I felt
that here the chase must end, and
rejoiced to find myself so near the
runner that heard the quick, soft
patter of his shoes on the walk. In
a moment was quite sure that I
should have him by the collar, and I
had every intention of dealing severe
ly with him for the hard chase he had
given me.
But he kept on. the white line Of
fence clearly outlined Abeyond him;
and then when my hand was almost
upon him he rose at the fence, as
though sprung from the earth itself,
and hung moment sheer above the
sharp line of the fence pickets, his
whole figure held almost horizontal, in
the fashion of trained high-jumpers,
for what seemed an infinite time, as
though by some witchery of the moon.
light.
I plunged into the fence with a
force that knocked the wind out Of
me, and as chung painting to the
pickets the runner dropped with a
crash into the midst of a glass vege-
table frame on the farther side. He
turned his head, grinned at me sheep
ishly through the pickets, and gave
a kick that set the glass to tinkling.
Then he held up his hands in sign of
surrender and l saw that they were
cut and bleeding. We were both badly
blown, and while we regained our
wind we stared at each other. He
was the first to speak.
Kicked, bit or stung!" he NUT
tered dolefully; that saddest of all
words, 'stung!' It's as clear as moon
light that I'm badly mussed, not to
say cut"
May I trouble you not to kick out
any more of that glass? The gardener
will be here in a minute and fish you
out"
AoWoS, NHoL Is IL: AL dAudlluuI,
that you fish for me?"
He chuck1ed softly, but sat per-
fectly quiet, finding, it seemed, GER
tain humor in his situation. The
gardener came running and swore in
broad Scots at the destruction of the
frame. We got over the fence and re-
leased our captive, who talked to him
self in doleful undertones as we
hauled him to his feet amid renewed
clink of glass.
Gently, gentlemen; behold the
night-blooming cereus! Not all the
court-plaster in the universe can glue
me together again. He gazed rue
fully at his slashed arms, and rubbed
his legs. "The next time I seek the
garden at dewy eve I'll wear my tin
suit"
There won't be any next time for
you. What did you run for?"
Trying to lower my record-it's a
mania with me. And as one good
question deserves another, may ! ask
why you didn't tell me there was a
glass-works beyond that fence? 1t
wash opol leuldullhe W niue d muf-
derOus hazard like that. But I cleared
those pickets with a yard to spare,
and broke my record"
you broke about seven yards of
glass;" I replied. ut may sober you
to know that you are under arrest.
The Waterman here has constable's
: license"
4 HE also has hair that suggests the
common garden or boiled carrot The
tint is not to my liking; yet it is
not for me to be captious where the
Lord has hardened his heart"
What is your name?" demanded.
Gillespie. r. Gillespie. The r. will
indicate to you the depth of my hu.