The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1911-10-05

Jul VI 'he MdHHOWS premises would
suffice TO alter that decree. Therefore
he remarked again with desperate EN-
phasis, "Shucks!" and then got to his
feet slowly.
AT an ear piercing whistle from the
next yard he looked even more glum
than before. The summons emanated
from Fatty Dyckman and meant that
the boys were gathering in the base
ball lot.
Can't Tod yelled to Fatty. Gotta
spade a garden!"
Fattys head rose above the high
BOARD fence. Jaw, cumalong," he said
lnbelievingly. He looked serious, how
ever, when Tod appeared at the base
ment door with a spade in his hand
'Gee!" he breathed. That's fierce!
Mebbe I'll help you," Fatty said nobly
IF get time, that is" he added. more
cautiously.
Tod did not cheer up at the hand
some offer. He was a pe.simist on this
subject. Fatty's head disappeared, and
| Tod with great effort spaded up at
| least teaspoonful of the soil. Manual
labor was his acute idea of nothing at
| all to do.
Suddenly something in the dirt gilt.
tered and he pounced upon it breath.
lessly. 1t was nothing but a bit of
glass. AS he turned it over in his
fingers an idea crept into his brain.
A grin C1nulu 10 ,cFn la
Then he dropped the piece of glass and
the spade, ran to the rear door and slid
into the house.
When he emerged he had his moth.
er's embroidery scissors and large
back comb that belonged to his sister.
1t had been laid away in her top blu.
reau drawer to await the return of the
style demanding large back combs in
ones hair. Thickly strewn over it
were big, sparkly brilliants which gilt.
tered in the sunlight like the best
product of the South African mines.
1t did not take the boy long to pry
them all loose. They made a hand.
full.
Tod planted three of them very near
the spot where he had spaded up the
teaspoonful of soil. Then he distrib.
uted the others over the yard with the
skill of a veteran salter of gold mines.
Next he strolled to the fence Fatty
was just starting out with his catch
ers' glove.
'Yow-w-w!" Tod yelled 81 must a
sprained by wrist!' He dangled it in
the air. Pail jump on me for not
spadin', too!"
Fatty looked irresolute. 81 s'pose
kin do a little before the boys git
there" he said, heroically. He climb.
ed the fence and took the spade.
Right here | started" Tod direct
ed, nursing his wrist. "Oh. gee."
Fatty had shoveled two swadefuls of
earth when he suddenly went down on
his knees.
What's the matter?" asked Tod
from the back steps.
"Nothin'," Fatty replied. bending
over something he held in his hand
He made another wild grab into the
dirt. Then he turned around with an
excited face.
Say" he called. You'd better &c
into the house and lie down. You
can't tell about a sprain. Mebbe it's
broke You wanta be careful! Any.
how, like to spade!"
"All right" said Tod reluctantly
Don't work too hard" he cautioned
Fatty as he disappeared through the
back door.
Frequently during the morning he
abandoned his hammock and wild
west book and plate of fudge, which his
sister thought she had hidden behind
the top row of books, to look out upon
Fatty Dyckman. That energetic young
person was toiling furiously. Dirt
streaked his perspiring face and fire.
quently he paused and rubbed his ach.
ing back. Now and then he made a
triumphant grab into the spaded earth
That evening the senior Mannows
looked with surprise at the large
amount OF work accomplished in the
garden. Nearly all of IL was spaded.
You must have worked like o
nailer." he said to his son. II didn't
mean that you should kill yourself by
spading it all in one day."
"Aw," said Tod indistinctly, as he
slid out to join the boys. THAT was
dead easy!"