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TEE NATIONAL TRIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. 0., THURSDAY, OCTOBER 12, 1882.
STRIKING IT RICH;
Or, Prom JOlclien to Parlor and
IJiii thd AUm.1
" Jim, let's go over anil see Mrs. McGafferr
thlscvcniuV' I ssysoacuipilit. after supper, the
bnby bein' safo asleep in his crib, and I fcelin'
as if I'd kind o' liko to go somewhere or other.
"AH right, Sallie I'm very nillin'. It's
nigh two weeks now, in't it, since the day she
washers to see us? Wo ought to have gene
lefore, to my thinkiu', for sho will think
wo didn't me.111 to he fricndlj'. II any nd
put on your bonnet; it's after seven o'clock
"Would you wear your new silk dress, Jim,
if you was me?"
" Now, what do yon want to put on Huollier
dress for ? There ain't no holes in that air one
you've got on, is there?"
"But, Jim, Mrs. McCafiery had on nil her
best clothes when she came over hore, a)ud 1
don't have no chanco to wear my silk d rcss,
escaptin' when I go down town and on Sun
days. I like to feel it trailin' behind me."
" But it don't sit down so comfortable, does
it? You always act as if you was af eared it
would go all to pieces."
" Well, I'm so careful not to rumple 'it up,
you cce. The velvet on it musses so ca y. I
don't want to spoil it if I can help it. J t cost
such an awful siht."
"I should say it did! Ten dollars just for
thejnakin'. It's lucky I'm a mil-lee-ou-aire, else
1 couldn't staud no such biils. See here, Sallie,
the next timo you want a dress made suj posiit'
you ask Mrs. McCaffery who fho gets to mako
horn. Maybe she'll toll you of some o! ic who
does sewin' right cheap. Go on now, anr'l hurry
and get on all your bust things, if you (eel you
'jau't go without 'em."
co I puts on my elegant new dark red silk
dross, all nunmed with velvet tie vu'ry samo
color, and then I takes out of the box where I
keep 'om a light blue bow, edged with lace, and
a white one just like it, and, for tho lift of mo, I
couldn't make un mv mind which of 'cm to
wear! I pinned on tho blue one first to sco
how I liked it, and then I fynt on the white ono
to see if that didn't look letter, and at last I
picks 'cm both up and runs out to tho settin'
room, where Jim was smc-kin' his pipe.
"Jim, which of these h'ows shall I wear?" I
eays, holdiu' cm up.
"Whichever one you Hike best. I ain't par
ticular." " But I like 'em both, Jim ! "
"Here, give 'cm to mis. I'll settle this ques
tion in less 'an a minute."
So he takes a bow in each hand and tells me
to shut my eyes tight.
"Now, which hand Jo you choose?" he says,
holdiu' 'em behind his back so I can't see 'em
"The right! No "wait a minute. The left!
I'll take the left hand."
"Here, take your filuo bow," he says, tossiu'
it at me.
"I most wish I'd said the rignt hand after
"Well, if you wactcd to wear that 'air white
bow, why didn't you put it on instead of comin'
out here and inteiruptin' my smokin' a good
ten minutes? That's just like a woman !"
" Well, I guess I'll wear the blue-'one,' I says.
So I quick pins it on, and then calls to Jim
that I'm ready.
"Wait a while, 'til I make up my mind
whether my hat's more becomin' a little milo
to the left or the eighth of an inch to the right,"' ;
he says, tryin' to tease me. " Now, how do yen j
think I look best with, it on? What are you !
wearin' your gloves for just to S ovor ie j
street? i ou ain't half careful enough of your
" But, Jim, Mrs. McCaffery had gloves on ! "
" Well, come ahead then ! I heard tho clock
Btrikin' eight as much as ten minutts ago."
There was a right nice lookin' black man
came to the door over at Mrs. McCaffery's, and
he asked us to walk in the parlor, bowin' away
all the time as if we was the king and queen,
and then he says to Jim, "Will you send up
your card, sir?" And what does Jim do but
begin and go through his poekets as if he
wanted to find something awful bad, and was
mighty afraid ho hart lost it.
"What are you lookin' for, Jim?" I says.
"Didn't you bring no handkerchief? Never
mind, I'll lend you mine."
"I've-gone and left my cards at homo," he
says to the black man. "Tell 'em Mr. and Mrs.
Miller is waitin' to see 'cm."
"Jim," I whispers, when we was alone, "have
you really got any cards?"
"'Course I haven't! But I'll get some the
first thing to-morrow. What did you want to
speak out so for ? See here, Sallie, you'd better
let me do most of tho talkin' to-night. You
can say 'yes' and 'no' once in awhile if you
Just then Mrs. McCaffery came into the room.
"Good evening Mr. Miller! good evening
Mrs. Miller! I am so happy to see you ! Mr.
McCaffery will be down in a few moments.
Hasn't it been a delightful day? I was down
town all the morning. We have a young lady
friend from M jlwaukco visiting us a Miss Mari
ana Ebbs so 1 went out shopping with her and
J came home completely tired out. You gen
tlemen, Mr. Miller, know nothing about the
porjdexitios of a three hours' shopping expedi
tion." "Well, I reckon we have onr share of the
perplexity when it comes to payin' the bills,
ma'am ! "
"0, Mr. Miller! Arc you ono of the men
who arc always talking about the extravagance
of us women ? 1 assure you I spend very little
for dress in comparison with a great many oth
ori. I quite pride myself on my economy. It's
different with my daughter, of course. She goes
into society a great deal and all her young lady
friends dress elegantly. When you are in Rome
you must do ag the Romans do, you know. And,
as I have just said, I dress po plainly myself
thut . Why, Mr. Raymond, how do you
do?" she says, all of a sudden, jumpin' up to
shake hands with a gentleman who come in
the parlor just then. " George, tell the young
ladies that Mr. Raymond is here," she goes on,
turniu' to the black man who stood by the
So she gives us an introduction to this Mr.
Raymond and he seats himself on tho sofa
right near to where I am a-siltin', and I just
look at him steady for five minutes or so,
fceein Jim hadn't objected to my lookin1 as
much as I liked. I never saw a man like him
before. Tie was so sort of perfect ! Ho was fair
and his face was smooth, oxceptin' a light
brown, silky lookin' moustache, and his hair
was light, too, and plastered down so slick and
nice. His clothes didn't look like Jim's, some
how or other the cut of 'em seemed different
and he had a most beautiful diamond stud
on that flashed so I could hardly keep my eyes
off it, and a heavy gold watch chain with a
lockot dangling from one end of it. He talked
so dreadful slow and careful, as if he was afraid
he'd say something that wasn't just right, and
you could see it would nigh break his heart if
he did. I felt as if I'd like to stick a pin in
him all of a sudden, just to see if ho tooulil give
a jump the way most anybody'd do under the
circumstances. But I'm pretty near sure he'd
just pull it out without niovin' an inch and go
on lalkin' tho eame as before. lie wasn't one
hit like Jim I could rcc that right off. Boforo
I had got half tired watrliin' him, Mr. McCaf
fery, and Miss McCaffery, and another young
lady Miss Eblw they called her come into the
room, and I had to shake hands with 'cm all.
I jast wished for a minute that 1 was back
heme! J felt so sort of uncomfortable! I
didn't know whether to fold my hands in my
lap or let one of 'em hang down straight at my
side, and J was so dreadful afraid some one
would ask mo a question and I'd have to an
swer. But Jim didn't seem to mind 'era one
bit. There never was no one Jim was afraid
of! 1 felt down-right proud of him to hear
him a-talkin' and laughin' so with 'em all. He
and Miss Ebbs was sittin' real near mo, so I
couldn't help henrin' every word that ho said
to her, notwitstandin' that I was prctondin' to
listen to Miss MeCaflery, who was tryin' her
bast to be enlertainin'. 1 toll you I w:is mighty
glad that Mrs. McCaffery talked right ahead
without seerain' to caro whether I over said
nothin' or not.
" Alias Ebbs," I could hear Jim a-sayin', "did
you ever live down in old Ponnsylvany ? "
" I believe wo did once when I was a child,"
sho replies, very shoit, as if sho didn't niore'n
half like his askin' her such a question.
"Then you don't remember nothin' about
livin' there ! " ho goes on.
"O, Mr. Raymond, do come over here and
tell mo how you liked Pinafore last night ! "
she calls out just that minute, not hearin' what
Jim said, most probable.
So Mr. Raymond sits down on the sofa besido
her and sho talks away as fast as over sho can,
but every now and then I can hear Jim put in
a word. Sho couldn't shut Jim up no way.
"Don't you think 'Pinaforo' is perfectly
lovely, Mr. Raymond?" sho begins.
" To be extremely candid, Miss Ebbs, T must
confess that I, for one, was not delighted to
the extent I had anticipated from tho enco
miums 50 universally bestowed upon this
little opera by the press and public gener
ally. The plot itself 1 think absurd and tho
music, although somewhat pleasing, is very
light in character."
"Why, Mr. Raymond, I think it's perfectly
beautiful! I've seen it three times already. I
think Dick Dead eye- is just grand! 1 told Mrs.
MoCafTcry at the nixtince, last Saturday, that I
was in love with him myself. If 1 had been
Josephine- I should have run away with him
j wLou 1,c firsfc proposed !"
" I presume, Miss Ebbs, that you refer-
Rackstraw and not Dick Deadeye."
" Why, of course, it's Ralph, I mean ! What
was I thinking of! Dick Deadeye is the cap
tain, isn't he ? I remember now ! 1 think tho
music is too pretty for anything. You never
caro for anything but classical music, do you,
"I most certainly prefer the compositions
of the great mnsters, Miss Ebbs."
"Of course, I like classical music, too. I'm
just wild over the opera ! I always come down
to Chicago for a week or so when the opera is
here. But I'm not as particular as you are,
Mr. Raymond. You pick everything to pieces
so. Don't you ever go to hear tho light
"I cannot say, Miss Ebbs, that my musical
tastes lead me in that direction. 1 am by no
means fond of so-called popular music."
"O, I think some of the airs in the French
operas are perfectly lovely, Mr. Raymond ! I
adore pretty little songs!"
" So do I ! " breaks in Jim. " ' Put me in my
Little Bed' is a right nice tunc, only it's get
tin' so kind o' common. 'Not for Joe' is a
pretty good un, too." Can you 'sing it, Miss
Ebbs?" and he looks at her in such a starin'
way, it seems to me.
"No," she says, awful short. "Mr. Ray
mond, aro you going to Mrs. Wilson's ball
"You forget, Miss Ebbs, that I never in
dulge in tho pleasures of waltz and quad
rille." " Why, Mr. Raymond, you don't think it's
wicked to dance, do you ?"
" By no means, Miss Ebbs; but I am con
vinced that tho time so employed might be
spent to greater advantage in perusing the
works of some standard author."
"But you don't believe in spending every
spare minute in reading, do you ? 1 am awfully
fond of reading myself I always have some
novel or other on haiid but I couldn't exist
without a good dance every few nights. Wo
havo some elegant parties in Milwaukee during
the season. The society is just splendid there,
you know. Thero aro so many rich people,
and the ladies dress magnificently! There are
very few shoddy people in Milwaukee, too.
Now, here in Chicago you meet such common
persons in Eocicty. Don't you think so, Mr.
Raymond ? "
" Of course, Miss Ebbs, wo must not expect
tho refinement and culturo of Eastern cities.
But it h;is been my good fortune to meet in
Chicago somo few quite intelligent and ap
preciative people. They have traveled East,
and so have been thrown with those of superior
culture, from whose society they have de
rived great benefit."
" I have always been so crazy to go to Boston,
Mr. Raymond! Bostonians are all so intelli
gent and refined."
"Well, perhaps not all, Miss Ebbs but there
arc few exceptions I am happy to euy. Boston
must bo acknowledged as far in advance of
all other cities in respect to tho culture of its
"Well, Philadelphy's good enough forme,"
says Jim, who couldn't keep still no longer.
"There's some mighty fine people in Phila
delphy, to my thiukiu'. We don't go in for
shoddy down there, I can tell you. You have
to have your money left you by your father, or
elso you ain't no account at all. We don't
think much of people what makes their own
money, like they do here. Boston folks ain't
more particular than that, aro they?"
"In Boston, Mr. Miller, it is as much a man's
refinement and culture as his wealth that we
" 0, they has to be cdicatcd in rcnnsylvany,
too!" says Jim. "I think a heap of learnin'
mj'self. All uiy family does. 1 was sayin' to
my wife just before we come over to-night that
we must buy a lot of books to read in the
" Let me suggest, Mr. Miller, that you pur
chase, say, historical works rather than those
"Well, I wasn't think-in' of gctt'm' cither.
I thought I'd get some right nice stories;
somcthin' excitin', so as to keep mc awake,
you know. 1 always feel sleepy at nights by
tho time I've read a couple of pages or so. Tho
light kind o' hurts my eyes, J rckon."
"Miss Ebbs," pays .Mrs. McCaffery, "won't
you play something for us?"
"0,1 can't, Mrs. McCaffery! You know I
never play without my notes."
" Can't you sing for us, then ? " says Jim ; " I
like singin' first rate."
"Yes," put in Mrs. McCaffery, "Mr. Millor
told me the other day how fond ho was of
singing, and especially of the opera. You and
Mr. Raymond must talk music together, Mr.
"I never talk music without my notes," says
Jim, very grave.
"Good enough! good enough!" cries Mr.
McCaffery, who was a pleasant lookin' gentle
man, with nearly whito hair. "One of you
girls had bettor sit right down at the piano
and play for us."
So Mr. Raymond gets up and offers his arm
to Miaa Ebbx, and sho walks across tho room to
the piano with him. Then sho begins to look
over a big pilo of mu"c, and I thought sho
would never got to the bottom. Mr. Raymond
would keep sayin', " This is an exquisite com
position," and so on, and sho woul i keep
answerin' that it was too high for her voice, or
sho didn't half know it, she was so out of prac
tice, or she never could sing before people no
way, and at last I about made up my mind
that sho wasn't intendin' to sing for us after
nil. But by and by she sits dowu to the piano
and plays for a minute or so. Then she stops
short, and says that she baa a perfectly awful
" Bouesct tea 13 good for a cold," says Jim.
Pretty aoon she gets fairly started, and I lis
tcus us hard as over I can, but tho words all
sound just alike. I can't make any sense out
of 'em. My ! how high sho did go ! Thon, all
of a sudden, down she'd come so quick it
pretty near made me jump.
" Beautiful ! beautiful ! " says Mrs. MeCaffcry
when she gets through at last.
"Very nice, very nice," Jim has to say.
" Seems to mo 1 never heard that air tune bc-
" It is from tho Grande Duchcsse," cay3 Mr.
Raymond, very politely.
" Well, I thought it was kind of a Dutch
song," Jim go.-s on. " I like n right loud voice
like yours, Miss Ebbs."
"Don't you play, Mrs. Miller?" says Mrs.
McCaffrey to mc.
"O, uo ma'am; I don't know how at all," I
" Can't you sing for us, thon ? "
"O. 1 never sing unless it is when I'm
workin'. Jim sings moro than I do."
" Cannot you favor us with a song, Mr. Mil
ler?" " Well, the fact is ma'am, most of my pieces is
so old that I'm afraid you wouldn't care to hear
" 0 yes wo should ! Do sing for us ! "
" Old songs are invariably to be preferred
to those of modern date," says Mr. Raymond.
" I'll play the accompaniment for you," says
"The what?" asks Jim. "The accompani
ment," sho repeats.
"All right, go ahead then, while I see if I
can remember tho words of any of 'em."
Miss Ebbs wheeled 'round on the piano stool
all of a sudden, and plays away awful loud.
Then Jim jumps up and walks over to the
piano, too. and begins singin' "Little Brown
Jug" as hard as over he can and he's got a
powerful strong voice. I could seo they was
all listenin' very intent. Mrs. McCailery
leaned her head on her hand and kept puttiii'
her haudkorchief up to her mouth every
few minutes. Mr. McCaffery got up and
went out of the room on somo errand or
other, I take it, and then Miss McCaffery
jumped up and went after him. Mr. Raymond
stood by the piano lookin' very grave. He had
a real kind o' sad look on his face, it seemed to
me. 1 felt right sorry for him. He wus'nt
feolin' well, most likely. Miss Ebbs kept
poundin' away on the piano, and the louder
she'd play tho louder Jim'd sing, and when ho
got half thiough the third verse she begun
to cough dreadfully, and Jim slops and says
"Your cold's worse, isn't it?" and then sbe
gets up and goes out of the room, like tho rest
of 'em had done. Pretty soon they all comes
back again, and Jim says "it's time for us to
go home." Just as we was sayin' good-bye, ho
begins to beg 'em to come over and take sun-
pur with us somo day. At first they all gives
somo excuso for not comin', but Jim keeps
tcasin' 'em so, that at last they say that they'd
como Thursday night.
' What over made you do such a thing as to
ask 'em all over to supper?" I begins, us soon
as Ave get out tho door.
" 'Cause Miss Ebb3 is a very old friend of
mine, and I thought I would'nt mind boin'
polite to her."
"What!" I screams. "You're just in fun,
aint you? Honest, now, you never saw her
'tiil to-night, did you, Jim?"
" Why I knew her before ever T set eyes on
you! Sho used to live right near our folks
down in old Peunsylvany. Her father was a
butcher, and ho had a stall in the market
right next to ourn. I was &ure it was her the
minute sho come in tho room, but sho was
bound she wouldn't let on sho know me. How
proud some people is the minute they get to bo
inll-lee-ou-nircs! I heard they had eomcAvest to
live, and that the old man had made a big pilo
packin' pork. I asked Mrs. McCaflbry what
her father's wholo name was, and when sho
said Thomas II. Ebbs, then I kuow it was the
very same one, sure enough."
"She is awful old, ain't she, Jim?"
"Well, about twenty-seven, I reckon. She
ain't too old for that air Mr. Raymond, but if
he thinks he's gettin' a treasure, I shouldn't
wonder if he'd wish it was Maid up in Heaven'
before very long. I never could like her, no
"I wish they wasn't all comin' to supper
"Why? Yon havn't got to wash all the
dishes, havo you? 1 thought we'd manage to
have a pretty good time, and you seo they are
the only folks that wo know yet, and we ought
to be right polito to 'em. Look here, Sallie, I
picked up a book that was iyin' on the table
and it tells what to do when you havo com
pany, and po on. It's called somcthin' about
etiquette. I'll get one to-morrow, and we'll
read it right through, so we'll know just how
to have things when they comas over to sup
per." "All right, Jim! Wo never make no
mistakes, do wo? I'm awful hleepy, ain't you?
What timo is it?"
"Pretty near 'levon. No wonder you're
sleepy, when you geuorally goes to bed about
" 0, Jim ! " I says, just as I was goin' to sleep,
"1 most wish I'd worn my whito bow after all!
Mrs. McCaffery had a white ono on. Did you
But Jim was too sound asleep to hoar a word
I was sayin'.
To be continued.
lTlifii 3!ol!ior; Wntrh.
13 1 Maurice Frauds Egan.
When raoUiora wutcli bedlde their children's
And ki"s the snowy brows and golden hair,
Thoy do not see the future that is coining,
Though life ia inadu of grief, and pain, and cure.
But God is good to all the tender mothers,
Uo veils tho future with its pain and sin;
Though bumeiunea fears may dim the present
Yet never can they quench the hope within.
Yes, God is very good to tender mothers,
Thoy seo no thorns upon the golden head
Of him who plays among lifo's curliest rosea,
That bloom u Meeting hour mid then are dead.
Yet sha, the model of nil earthly mothers,
Was nevar ("pared the pnin of knowing this:
Thut, though tho Chribt-omld played with bloom
The cross must come, for all her prayerful blisi.
To lookHe slept upon Jlis snowy eyelids,
And know that they should oloso upon the Tree,
To gaze upon His snioytlt and btninle: forehead,
And 'now that theie great drop3 of blood
To catch his dimpled hands and softly warm them,
Ab mothers do, between her own, was pain,
She felt the nail-prints on their velvet surface,
She could not save her Lamb from being slain.
When mothers watch besido their children's
And dream bright dreams for them of joy and
Let them remember Mary's trust through anguish,
And ask all blessings through the Holy Name
OUR YOUNG FOLKS.
Captain Scampadoro of the Clovis, and
His Remarkable Adventures.
By W. Jr. W. Campbell.
"Horo Scampadoro ! Fiuo old fellow ! Como
Scampadoro pricked up his ears, and cast wist
ful glances towards the speaker. But ho stood
his ground firmly, or hia deck rather, for it
was from the trim little yacht "Clovis" that
he barked his reply to Tommy Winch.
The " Clovis " was moored to a stake in the
river, a few rods from tho shore. Her owner,
Bertie Holden, had gone on board a few mo
ments before, bent on a cruise up the river as fur
New London, and of ccurso his trusty dog
accompanied him. He always did. Just as he
was preparing to hoi3t sails, however, ho bo
thought him of his gun, which needed some
repairs. So leaving Scampadoro in charge of
the yacht, ho hastened home for tho forgotten
Tommy Winch lived in the little brown cot
tage on tho hill-slope bj' tho rivor-sido, near
whero the "Clovis" lay at her moorings.
Like many other boys, he was moro found of
play than work, and it was his special delight
to frolic with Scampadoro.
" Here, Scampie! " ho continued, " come mid
find it, sir?" And he concluded this appeal
with a series of the mo3t persuasive calls nnd
whistles. But tho dog was faithful to his
post. He ran up and down tho deck, with his
eyes intent on Tommy's movomrnts, giving
vent to sundry eonservational birks, as if to
say, " You sco how it is, young fellow ! I want
to como, but, being captain hero pro lem, I
must not leave."
Then Tommy began to tantalize him by
throwing stones and chips into the rivor.
"Go fetch it, Scamper! go fetch it!" he
shouted with beguiling vivacity.
Tho temptation was a serious one, but Scam
padoro stood dogfully ut his po3t. Tommy
continued to throw and shout, till at length he
contrived to toss a stick of most alluring
aspect right upou tho " Clovis's " rail. Scam
padoro made a lively dash for it, boing fully
convinced that to catch a stick on deck was no
violation of duty. But as he snapped at it
tho stick bounded over in an aggravating
mannor to tho other rail, and then fell into
This was not tho worst of it. Captain
Scampadoro, springing after it, lost his bal
ance, and tumbled overboard al3o.
Tommy Winch screamed with delight as
Scampadoro came to the surface, shaking tho
water from his w oily nock, and dismally yelp
ing his disgust at his mishap.
"Find it, and bring it hero, old fellow!"
But Scampadoro was in too deep affliction for
such trifling. Ho paid no attention whatever
to Tommy or the stick, but swam around tho
" Clovis," making frantic but vain efforts to
climb on board again.
Just at this point, when Tommy's enjoyment
was at its height, an interruption happened.
This was tho way of it. About i half hour
before, Tommy had been directed to superin
tend Old Crumple, tho familr cow. with
explicit instructions to restrain her from
wandering out of tho grassy lawn into the
precious precincts of tho kitchen garden. Ho
entered upon this not too laborious duty with
great zeal, for he looked upon Crumple in the
light of a comrade and friend. When he drove
her to pastnre, did sho not sweeten his toil by
bearing him upou her own sleek back?
Now that Tommy's eye was upon her she be
haved with most exemplary propriety. Sho
strolled slowly up and down the lawu with
almost provoking monotony, grazing cheer
fully as she went, and displaying an air of
utter unconsciousness of tho growing corn
only a fow rods away. So domuro was sho,
and so like that of a truly model cow was her
deportment, that Tommy soon found his task
uninteresting. Consequently, "Just for a
minute you know," he said to himself, ho
slipped down to tho hhore for a frolic with
But now while Scampadoro was in tho heat
of his excited circumnavigation of the
"Clovis," Tommy happened to direct his
"weather cyo" toward the cottage. Lo aud
behold ! Thero was Crumple bearing down
with all sails sot, as it were, upon that young
corn as if an entirely original idea had just
penetrated her mind.
Tommy felt obliged to tear himself away.
With n regretful look at poor Scamp, ho betook
himself up the hill with a very creditable ac
tivity of heel. He arrived on the shoro of that
forbidden sea of vegetation, tho kitchon gar
don, just a3 Crumple- was placidly steering
through tho expanso of tho onion bed.
"Hi, there! Hollo! Get out of that!"
bawled Tommy, in tones of virtuous wrath.
This sudden hail soemed to tako Old Crum
ple aback, for she gave an abrupt lurch out of
tho onions into tho tomatoes. Then as Tommy
approached nearer, wildly waving his hat and
uttering volloys of complicated and incoherent
orders, sho scorned to lose her head entirely.
Into the snajo and summer-savory she tacked
in a decidedly floundr ry and jorky style, thon
shot wildly into the Lima beans. Headed off
there by Tommy, she hauled her course, and
after narrowly escaping shipwreck on Tommy's
wheelbarrow, sho found herself stranded in tho
midst of the cucumber vines. Tommy's ex
cited shouts continued, and as they now began
to bo reinforced with a shower of stones and
sticks, the idea seemed all of a sudden to dawn
in Crumple's mind thut her presence was un
welcome in the garden, and that sho was
wanted on tho lawn. After a moment of med
itation, which was cut short by the whack of a
bean-polo from Tommy's nervous hands, she
became fully convinced of tho correctness of
this idea. Being always obliging, sho delayed
no longer, but meekly held a straight course
out of these too tempestuous seas with the air
of a cow whoso motives had been strangely
As soon as Crumple resumed her grazing,
Tommy sat down upon the door-stone. Very
hot and very red in countenance, he fanned
himself vigorously with his hat, inwardly ro
solving with great emphasis that if Crumple
played that trick upon him again he would
know the reason why. Moreover as ho glanced
at the ravages of tho recent storm in tho gar
don, a p.mg of remorse pierced him for his neg
lect of duty. However, ho did not fail to di
rect a glanco toward tho bank of tho rivor.
Scampadoro had swam ashore, and was now
lying upon tho little wharf to which the shar
pie was fastened in which Bertio Holden had
rowed ashore from tho " Clovis." This wharf
was merely a plank projecting from the shore,
and supported at the outer end upon a bit of
timber nailed across two posts.
Just as Tommy's g-'.zo took in the situation,
Scampadoro roso up, trotted dowu tho wharf,
and leaped into the sharpie. Ho ran to tho
stern, supported himself by his paws on tho
thwart, and, with an eager look towards the
"Clovis," began to howl dismally. This being
of no avail, he wandered restlessly up aud
down the sharpie a few times. Then suddeuly
darting to the bow and pulling in a bit of tho
painter with which tho boat was fastened, he
began earj.,rly to gnaw it apart. He tore away
at "it so iiercely that in a minute or two tho
ropo parted, and ith two or three feet of it
dangling over the bow, the sharpie began to
drift slowly down the river.
As it swept pa.st the "Ciovis" Scampadoro
became intensely excited. This was something
upon which he had not counted. He expected,
uo doubt, to get bnck to the ' Clovis " after tho
fashion of his master. As it was, his brilliant
device was a failure. Indeed it might be
worse, for ho was drifting away to sea without
even a bone on board in the way of provision
for the voyage. Tho unlucky mariner began
to yelp more dolefully than before, but all to
no avail. Down the river swept the littlo craft
with its unhappy and helpless crew.
None of these proceedings had escaped the
notice of Tommy Winch. At first he was mys
tified by Seampadoro's tactics. When ho dis
covered the sagacious design of tho dog, his
admiration knew no bounds. However, his
fresh recollection of Crumple's adventuresome
excursion held him to tho door-step until he
saw the sharpio drifting helplessly down
' stream. Tiien his excitement carried him away,
and he sst off at full speed for Bertie Hoiden's
house, leaving old Crumple to be the sport of
circumstances. He mot Bertie coming over the
hill with his gun upon his shoulder.
"0, Bortio!" he cried, "just look there!
Scamp's gone and gnawed himself adrift in the
sharpie, and there he goes down tho river."
These tidings were confirmed by Scampadoro
himself, who having descried tho approach of
his master gave vent to an outbreak of appeal
ing howls and lamentations.
"The little rascal!" oxclairaed Bertie. "How
came he to leave the ' Clovis ' ? He'll drift out
into the Sound, suro. Lot's go for Captain
Kinney's sharpie, and put after him ! "
And dropping his gun, off went Bertie on a
keen run for Captain Kinney's landing, which
I was a little further up the river than Bertie's
wharf. Tommy raced after him in a fever of
Tho landing was soon reached. The boys
jumped into the sharpie and cast off. Bertie
seized tho oais and began to pull away vigor
ously. Tommy was eager to take an oar him
self, but as ho was a rather clumsy hand, Ber
tie declined lus aid, and bent his back to his
work with such energy that tho little craft
seemed fairly to leap ahead in the water. Past
tho "Clovis" they ilew, leaving a long train of
bubbles in their wake, and begau to gain
rapidly upon their chase.
Scampadoro was about half a mile ahead, and
was nearing the mouth of tho river. The
wind blew freshly outside, and his littlo skiff
began to feel the swell, and to pitch in a decid
edly disugreeablo manner. The littlo captain
did not appear to relish commanding a sharpio
of his own, for he bobbed about in an agitated
mannor, and now and then as a dash of spray
flew into his face gave vent to sundry yolp3
which had n tone of excessive discontent.
Finally he lay down in the bottom of the boat,
as his habit was when ho had any thinking to
do. no icmained quiet for a short time, and
then suddeuly sprang up, took a rapid survey
of the situation aud leaped overboard.
When Captain Scampadoro gnawed off the
painter which moored the sharpie to Bertie's
wharf, he left, as wo have noticed, two or three
feet of it dangling from the bow. This short
bit of line he now seized with his teeth, and
struck out energetically for the shore. This
manoeuvre showed that he had thought to
somo purpose. But dogs, when they do their
thinking, usually take into account only one
thing at a time. Scnmpndoro's idea was excel
lent, but he had not included in his reckoning
tho strength of the tide, the heavy waves, and
tho shortness of his towlino.
-.-In spite of his struggles the tide swept
tho sharpie aloug towards the Sound. Then
to aua to ms perplexities, tho rope was
so short that he found it almost impos
sible to head away from tho boat and swim
to the shore. Besides the little sharpie
was so tossed about on the waves that several
times tho tow-line was jerked entirely out of
his month. Amid these difiiculties Captain
Scamp was having a serious time of it. For all
this, however, ho made a gradual progress to
wards the beach, but as the tido was carrying
him downward at the same time, his course bore
directly upon a ledge of rocks which projected
into the Sound near tho river's mouth, and
upon which the waves beat furiously.
But at this crisis the boys were fast overhaul
ing the canine mariner.
"There goes tho rascal overboard !" shouted
Tommy, as the dog executed the manceuvro just
Bertie kept silence, but pulled as if he were
rowing for the championship. His skiff had
begun to feel the force of the sea, and Bertio
was growing tired.
" O, Bertie, he's drifting straight on to Black
Ledge 1 He'll stave the sharpie all to pioces,
and get drowned himself. Ho never can land
thero in the world!"
Bortia glanced ovor his shoulder, and saw
that tho case was indeed desperato. Captain
Scamp was in greator peril of shipwreck than
if ho had stuck to tho deck of his craft.
" Now, Tommy Winch, you look out lively,"
exclaimed he. "As soon as ever we come along
side you seizo hold of the sharpie. If sho
strikes on Black Ledge in that sea, she's a goner
sure!" And Bertio bent to his oars with des
They woro closo upon the chase now; and
close upon Black Ledgo also. The waves tum
bled in upon the rocks with a dash and a roar,
and flung great showers of spray high upon
their rough and weather-beaten sides. It was
hard rowing here, and Bertie found use for
all his strength and skill.
"0 Scampadoro! Good fellow! Goodfellow!"
shouted Tommy, by way of encouragement;
and tho dog, hearing his voice, struggled hard
to turn tho sharpie's head about and drag it
towaid the boys. This desperato effort really
saved Captain Scampadoro's ship from wreck.
Tommy seized hold of it when only a few feet
distant from tho ledgo.
" Back her, Bertio ! Back her ! I've got the
sharpie!" he shouted. And with much effort
and a mighty splashing, Bertie did back her;
aud thon, with a few sturdy strokes, pulled tho
tvo sharpies out of danger. Except that both
boys were thoroughly drenched by the seas
that had come aboard in the rough water near
the ledge, everything was safe and sound.
Scampadoro quickly paddled along side and
was hauled, panting and nearly exhausted, into
tho boat. Bortio carescd him affectionately, in
spite of his dripping coat, and poor Scamp
blinked hisoyes, and waved his tail in a rathor
languid manner, as if to say: "I know I'vo
done my duty, old fellow, but I'll take a nap if
you please." And accordingly, be proceeded to
curl up in tho snuggest corner of the sharpie,
where, in spito of the wet and tho general dis
comfort, he devoted himself to repose.
Tho boys made fast to the rescued 3lriff with
Captain Kinney's line, and pulled slowly up
tho rivor. Silence provailed for somo minutes,
and then Bertio muttered, half aloud: "I
should really like to know how Scamp came to
quit tho " Clovis.' That's what puzzles mo.
Tio never did such a thing before whon I left
him in charge."
Then tho secret camo out. Tommy was too
houcstand truthful tolct any unmerited blame
rest upon Scampadoro. It was I, Bertie! It
was all my fault!" And ho proceeded to
"Never mind, Tommy," said Bertie; "if
that's tho way of it, I am satisfied. I'm so glad
Scamp didu't desert his post like an ordinary
cur. Good old fellow, Seampero; he shall havo
a nico bone jnst as soon ns wo get homo I"
Scampadoro opened his oyes, whisked his
tail, and crept nearer to his master. He seemed
to know that his fidelity was perfectly under
stood and appreciated.
As thse sharpie was nearing the wharf,
Tommy, for the first time, bethought himself
of Old Crumple. He glanced hastily toward
tho cottage. There she wa3 the designing
beast engaged in the most surprising evolu
tions among the young corn, aided and ab-ttcd
in her feats of agility by Mrs. Winch with a
broom, and Tommy's sister Ellen with a para
sol. Fuintly across the breeze wero borne to
his cars the echoes of "Shoo! shoo!" "Co
boss! co-boss! "and otherlanguafteof command,
indicative of a state of intense domestic excite
ment. Tommy glanced nt Scampadoro, and a
genuine blush of shame reddened his features.
A few moments later he arrived at tha cot
tage, quite out of breath, just as Madame Crum
ple, for the Hecond time that morning, camo
innocently strolling out of the sage and onion
bads. From the expression of her countenance
one would have guessed that her name muse be
"Why, Tommy, how could you?" exclaimed
Mrs. Winch. " Crumple has almost ruined the
garden, because you neglected your duty to play
with a dog. I'll warrant Scampadoro wonld
have watched her much better himself, if he
had undertaken it."
"Oh, mother, please don't say anything
more," begged Tommy, with a quivering voieo,
his eyes filling with tears a3 he saw her distress
and the damage his neglect had caused. "You
can't think how sorry and ashamed I nm. I
had no business to go off with Scampadoro;
but one thing is certain, he has taught mo
something I am not going to forget. I tell you
mother, whenever I go on duty again I shall
not be beaten by a dog. You see ! "
And Tommy never was aeiin. ITUa AtcaTce.
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