Free trader-journal. (Ottawa, Ill.) 1916-1920, 1918-06-25

OUR BOYS :
and GIRLS )
elLLlkEN's BOY.

threw my jelly bread in the dirtl
hislns hastily, the lolIedu up stockings
Tell 10 the floor.
Where is he. Hans she demand
ed; and there was note IA The voice
mat boded i'll Tor clinton.
He Is on top o, The tort that We
made, and he dare any body to come
up and chase HIM down
Mrs. Martin walked quickly thru
the house: Hans. wlp.ng his tear
stained face on his blouse sleeve. nun,
RED around the conner TO witness
Cllhts humiliation.
On the LOT baek OF the Martins
mouse was large pile of dirt. which
represented the for ON the top Of
IL. seated on an old lampsJool. sat
Clint waving a fa- and daring the
enemy 10 come up and get him
Charging W the bin We're seven OF
elSht small boys. and as they neared
me summit "a shower OF sand fell on
lheir courageous heads binding their
eyes aud cutting into their sunbunt
faces. Clint was holding the tort and.
between the attacks he play I'd Wheezy
strains OF the Star SpaHgled Banner
on an old mouth organ In his pride
ana the assurance OF his position ne
forgot a higher power. ana The sharp
call OF Clinton" took him unawareS.
Come down from rhal place at once
ana 70 upstairs to bed How quick
ly ones throne can toppIe' How hate
Eul were the ieers of The boys rs he
came down SLOWLY and entered the
gate of his home, Gotta 20 to be-ed,
mommy ca.alf'P greeted his ears, he
Just escaped large soft tomato as
ne closed the gate.
There were tears in his blue eyes as
ne walked up to the kitchen door
where his mother STOOD. Dirty and
chasrined, how he longed 10 get in
side the house before what was sure
TO occur happened, but the yard Was
long one. and he had not gone half
its distance before The high board
fence swarmed with boys Cry baby
"Crispy'' Ha, ha. ha-ha.". CHntS
mother closed the door quickly ON all
those hateful sounds. ami in her heart
felt keen pity for her small young
son, who had been routed so ignomin.
iously.
Ii was time for him to learn his les
son. however; it was time for disci-
pine. 60 up in The bathroom and
wash the dirt from your hands and
face; take off your clothes; put on
your nighlgown and 60 to bed
Poor Clint, When mother spoke in
that tone there was no appeal. She
waited until he was safe under the
covers and then went back TO her
mendng For quite While her fin
gers flew nimbly, and then she was
conscious OF Hans broad face peeping
around the corner again He beck
oned to her and fled; she was puz-
zled, mysttied She heard the boys
hurrahing. but Clint was safe in bed,
and he would not dare disobey her,
she felt sure Of that
The cheers were coming nearer, and
suddenly around the corner and into
The dusty street ran a small, night
goWned barefooted figure After him,
in all the glory OF their Indian suits,
came the bowling young mob. In
vain did Mrs Martin call and threat
en-. showers OF dirt and other mis-
siles struck that unprotected form.
And then, 10 her great relief, she
heard the danger cry of the gang
Cheese it,' she saw the boys turn
and scatter, and Clint, who in his
flight for safety forgot again the
powers that be. ran right into the arms
OF big Giles Stafford, the.cop.
Giles lifted him high, and his voice
sounded like a foghorn as he roared
i've got ye at lastRe young imp! A
night in the station house will take
some OF the mischief out of You, III
bet We" BY his time mother was
beside the big policeman. a look OF
understandings passed between them.
Clint, 50 frightened he trembled from
head to foot, promised never, never TO
do 1t again Shamed and Inundated,
ba ttsi.. J.. Il in,
on their way back to the house
70 the bathtub and into bed he was
hustled Then mother asked re
proachlully. Whatever made you do
such a dlsgracefu thing
wei, 80 sobbed Clint. Il got up and
looked out Of the window, and the
follows all dared me 10 come out;
and wouldn't take their dare
After mother had gone downstairs
he looked at the wallpaper for long
time, al his books and, lastly, al the
little BFkcn That stood on the man
telpiecc. And what do you think the
little plaster image did? Winked at
him, and, stretching his funny little
fat arms over his head and standing
up straight ON his queer little legs,
that small heather idol winked again
Then he slid down the round pillar
that supported the mantelpiece and
wabbcd across the room.
Up to the bed he climbed and sat
right down on Clint, and said in a
very severe voice for such wee lit
tie man. You ought 10 be ashamed
or yoursolfl Always making trouble
for every one, even me-"
That made Clint indignant. what