The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-01
Cdval BRANDISH

than Gideroy's kite; put out the star in round sent Jacks mother into rigid, black velvet-and- jet fit in the first entrance.
 After his thrashing that night slipped into his room. I knew nothing to do for him but to apply camphorated oil to the welts his thin shoul- "You see he explained twisting his little face at the smart, "she got tonight cause this time couldn't yell loud enough to- stop her, like mostly do. I'd have walked up the boarders and that would have shamed poor motherer awful.'
 during the next when still at the old stand, and the Brandshes playing in another and distant city, that day manager received a telegram asking tersely
 -Hece yo9 nsy Johnnie in CoIGmous4
 "JGne BrGndish" And this again was followed by the message from a brother manager:
 'SpGre no eppense-tecr tor little chGps mind Ran G4cag perhGps after IndtGns-hGnt np forrner boy chMnss. Things bad here R. .M"
 We were all shocked-all sympathetic gave the names of Patsy Grogan, Blindy Pete and big Jim Moran; but their aristocratic addresses un- known to me. could do
 Next day Hattie, my roommate, and sat in sad silence our dull boarding house room, glooming the missing boy and his frantic mother. heard tap on the door and possibility dashed in my mind. opened the door quietly and there in the dingy hail. poised one foot the other extended ready for instant flight, stood little Jack Brandsh With one swift glance he swept first the room beyond, then turning gave little startled gasp and shrank violently away But my hand was on his shoulder, while laughed: +No, Jack. no you don't! Draggle, in from this freezing hall and let us talk while;
 When I had drawn him into the better lighted room his appearance shocked So I.hcd to turn face aside to wink away the tears while he rather stify received the greeting of Hattie who at once donned .'where's she going?" he asked suspieiousIy as tried to edge toward the door. ITO the theatreT
 "Oh, no." responded Hattie lightly, "Tm only going shipped a bit or a piece lying on the table
 As she left, sprang after her ana under cover door open. said. aFind the nanagerEsend mana him quick, but tell him not to let Jack know sent for guest almost holding the small stove in his in his eagerness for warmth; for the cold seemed to body As busted myself mending the fire. asked. :. "Whateyer brought you to Columbus, Jack?"
 "Oh," said he, passing chapped and indamed hand across his brow in careless man-about-town manner tI-er, I just came up to see the boys and enjoy
 lump rose in my throat for his fair hair, decently smoothed h front at the back reacherousy betrayed him, there were tangled in 1t Wfsps Of ERaw and hay Poor little runaway!
 Turning to me. he said. You used to know lots of other night. riding along in the caboose they said from Columbus than Columbus is from Cincinnati but that's bounder, a1nt it?" and nights farther away to the West, and besides they not wild; there are only tame Indians now
 'Who tanned 'ern-Sunday-school teachers?
 NO, not,exactiy Uncle sam's soldiers Iabored with them earnestly, and his cay Try is still eoa1ng then
 ''Have they stopped destroying the gently nurtured white women with babes in their arrns?'
 I tried not to smile reeognizede that speech from wretched border drama.
 ''Yes the gently nurtured perfectly safe now.'
 Well if they've cut out the dance, the scalps and the slaughter of and babes, why, that busts up the Indian business, and spose it doesn't matter so Nnuch about Blindy Pete being a back down and turnco1t Why, last he wouldn't let rest, he crazy to go hunt redskins He wanted to hook two coonskin caps from the prop erty man. and said he'd rip the fringe all off the win dow shades, so we could sew it down brooches legs And be stole his fathers hatchet tomahaw, and his mothcr licked him for trying to take blanket for to sleep fn- And then when I come back here all ready to West with him, he began back down "
 Have you seen anyone Lesides Blindy Pete yetT'
 "welI, went over to big Jim Mora1's house'-he paused.
 "Yes?-he was rather decent boy. You saw him2"
 "N-n-ro, not to speak to. looked int at the win dow and they were all just sitting down to supper and-( his voice sank very low)-and was ashamed to go in just at mealtime, like wanted something-so I went away"
 "Oh, Jack. wh.re to?"
 FOh," with his lightest manner, -I-er-you remem- Der old gray Billy the horse that hauled the wood? We'll just to his stable, by the river, and he was there, and knew me, ard he warm and the straw real deep and guess fell asleep there"
 I caught the chapped little hands in mine: "Jack- Jack boy! listen to me-be honest, dear, to your old chumi You had su1Der-have' you had any break fast? Have you had any lunch?'
 lifted hioh. but it could not stay lifted His white face drooneH-his voice shook. he ad- mitted frankly CT eress-Yrn pretty hur"rv Some thing keeps biting me, and get kind of dizzy when 1 walk"
 rushed from the room. turning the key in the lock Fs nraoaution. preSe1tiv managed to get some sandwiches ard bowl of coTee
 As Jack began ravenously on his food. said to