Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1912-05-16

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l change my slippers for
shoes and find my oldest
skirt"
"Tramps never change their clothes, y
growled Bob, the ten-year-old despot.
81 wouldn't if were really tramp
all tile time. but, my dear Bob. you
see, where | am compelled to lead n
Jekyll and Hyde existence have to
dress for my part-my two parts.
Shall we catch fish for our supper?"
NO" he objected strenuously;
cramps never work. found dime
last time. you know. and bought bread
and honey at the grocery. Now it's
your turn to provide the eats
you had such luck" she replied IN
an envous tone. IN have to beg OF
steal. l never find anything. Wen not
go hungry. Let me see. have you any
matches:"
"Of course. Tramps always have
matches"
DO they? Well. let's take this road
up past the Hill farm"
"Oh, l bet l know what you are 60
ing to do You are going through Hills
| colnfield and swipe some ears of corn,
and then you are going to build Il fire in
| the woods and roast 1t. How wish we
had some salt and some butter"
The idea of tramp wanting luXu-
res,"
In the cornfield they secured half n
dozen ears of ripe corn and then sought
the woods.
Its my turn to cook, Bob" assert
ed his young aunt. beginning to collect
twigs. brush and dried leaves.
"All right You build the fire. and
| I'm going down to the river"
Leave me the matches, and don't
stay long"
There was method in Bobs depar-
ture. He still had longings for salt
and butter. and he knew there were
apt to be picnic parties on the river
bank When he returned a fire was
burning cheeriy.
Look here. Aunt Lou" he cried.
"Oh. Bob! A regular feast! Did
you beg Of some of the picnickers
NO" he replied. Il found lunch
baskets on the shore and no one near;
at least didn't see any one. l just
helped myself. If | had been real
tramp | would have swiped the whole
| layout"
"Oh. Bob" she said rucfully. "You
shouldn't have gone into their baskets. .
We'll, like that. VIII you please
| foil mo who ofoIn @I;e onc,
That's quite different. We know
Farmer HILL"
Worse yet. to steal from your
friends
but these strangers
We'll. they've got plenty, and
He stopped short. listened and then
seized the hand Of his companion. run
ming her to n pile of wood corded UP.
| What was it 2" she whispered.
After long interval Of silence Bob
took observations. Seeing no one. he
cautiously and by detour sought the
| precincts of their camping ground.
| A whistle assured his aunt in wait
ing that all was WELL and she emerged
from the wood pile and rejoined her
nephew.
Everything is here"' he exclaimed
joyfully. Hello! What's this:'
He took down n note which was
pinned to the trunk of the tree beneath
which he had stored his booty.
"a fair exchange" he read. sis NO
robbery. recognize our subsistence
and therefore take four ears OF your
roast corn. I judge there are but two
| in your party. and two ears will be
plenty for youth fact, all you should
eat
The clear ringing laugh Of Eob's Aunt
Lou echoed through the woods and
caught the attention of young man
who was serenely contemplating a de
spoiled corncob. He smiled apprecia.
lively md turned as If he would fair
trace the origin Of the echo OF mirth,
but the people who were boarding IN