The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1910-06-09

Things began to turn red for Thomas
Jefferson. and a high, buzzing note, like
the tocsin of the bees, sang in his ears.
Take your foot out o. that spring!
Don't you mad me- Nan Bryerson!' he
cried.
She laughed at him and flung him
taunt. You don't darst TO get mad,
Tommy Jeffy: you've got religion"
1t is a terrible thing to be angry in
shackles. There are similes-pent VOL
canoes, overcharged boilers and the
like-but they are all inadequate
Thomas Jefferson searched for mis-
siles more deadly than dry twigs. found
none, and fell headlong-not from the
rock, but from grace. The girl laugh
ed mockingly and took her foot from
the pool, not in Difference to his ouc-
burst, but because the water was icy
cold and gave her a cramp.
Now you've done it," she remark
ed. The devil II shore get ye for say
in that word. Tom-Jeff."
There was no reply, and she stepped
back to see what had become OF him.
He was prone. writhing in agony. She
knew the way to the top of the rock.
and was presently crouching beside
him.
Don't take on like that" she plead
ed. Times 1 cayn't hep bein' mean:
looks like 1 was made thataway. Get
up and slap me, If you want to. 1 won't
slap back
But Thomas Jefferson only ground
his face deeper into the thick mat of
cedar needles and begged to be let
alone.
Go away; don't want you to talk
to met" he groaned. You're always
making me sin. You're awfully wick
| ed
"'Cause 1 don't believe all that abo-;t
the woman and the snake and the APP
Pile and the mani"
| You'll go to hell when you die, and
then I guess you'll believe" said
Thomas Jefferson. still more definitely.
She took a red apple from the pocket
Of her ragged frock and gave it to
him.
What's that for?" he asked. sus-
piciously.
You eat 1t; it's the kind you like
off m the tree right back Of Jim
Stones barn lot" she answered.
You stole 1t, Nan Bryerson."
We'll. what IL / did? You didn't"
He bit into X, and she held him in
talk till 1t was eaten to the core.
Have you heard tell anything new
about the new railroad?" she asked.
Thomas Jefferson shook his head. az
heard Squire Bates and Major Dabney
naming It one day last week"
We'll, It's shore comin'-right thoo
Paradise. / heard tell how 1t was goln
to cut the old Maje's grass patch
plumb in two, and run right smacl
thoo' you-uns' peach orchard"
A far-away cry, long drawn an(
penetrating, rose on the still air OF the
lower slope and was blown on tn
breeze to the summit OF the grea
rock.
That's nav. hollerin' for me to ge
back home with that bucket o. water
said the girl; and, as she was descend
. ing the tree ladder: You didn't s'pi
cion why I give you that apple, di.
you, Tommy-Jeffy?"
cause you didn't want it yourself
reckon" said the second Adam.
NO; it was cause you said / wa
goin' to hell and l wanted comp'ny
2 That apple was stole and you knowe
it,"
, Thomas Jefferson flung the core IA
/ out over the tree-tops and shut nj
: eyes till he could see without seein
! red Then he rose to the serenes
= height he had yet attained and said
I Il forgive you. you wicked. wicke
q girl"
Her laugh was a screaming taunt
4 But you've ct the applet" she cried
n and II you wasn't scared Of goin' {
hell, you'd cuss me-you know yo
3 would! Lemme tell you. Tom-Jeff.
c the preacher had dipped me In III
. creek like he did you. I'd be a might
d sight holier than what you are. 1 Gel
q t'nly would"
: And now anger came to its ow
: again
( You don't know what you're talllin
e about, Nan Bryerson, You're nothir
: but "a miserable little heather; N
: mother said you was!" he cried OIL
q after her.
: But q back flung grimace was all T.
o answer he had.