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That part or the Ladies' Aid Societ)
which lived in west Covington waE
bearing down u)on then.
"Yonder's our mamas and Misa
Minervat," ' o he whispered. "Now 1001
what a mess Hilly's done got us in;
he all time got to perposo someping
to get ehilii lens in trou ble antd he ill
time got to let grown folks ketch
"Aren't you ashatiled to tell such a
story, Jitamy Garier?" cried Frances.
"Billy didn't plropmo anly such1 thinig.
""Tain't no utse to run," advised
Jiminty. "The'y're teo elose and done1
already see us. We b)un' to get what's
coming to Is anyway, so yout maight
jus' as woell mntake it ithink yolt ain't
'frait of 'Il. Grown folks got. to tall
time ahina k little hoys and girls 'r'
skeered of 'em, anyhow."
"Aunt Minerva'll sio' put me to bed
this tlime," saild Billy. "Looks like
ev'y day I gotter go to bed."
"Mother will make me study the
catechism all day tomorrow," said
"Mamra it lock me up in the little
closet under the stairway," said Fran
"My mana'll gine 'hout a million
licks and try to take all tle hide ofi
o' me," sald Jinny: "but we done lad
a Ieal) of ra!."
It was soite holaurs later. Iilly's
auant had ruthllessly elipped. the turkey
feathcrs from his heoal. tak!ng the
hair off in great patcht.-. h had
then hoild his sea!p. so the little hoy
thouM'ht, in her effot. to remove the
munilnct a '. Now%., shorin of is locks
and of som of his courn'', the child
was s!tfi;g <atierly by her' sid, listen
ing to a superlor moral lctrare tid
indul-Jine itt a cotupulsory heart-to
heart talk with his relaive.
"I don't s''e that it do's youa any
good, Williatn. to JItt you to bed."
'I don' see as It do n'ithe." agred
"I (anl not wp1111 you;I a m COnIStitTu
tioniallY opposed to cor -poral pui11sh
ment for clalldrin."
"l's 'Posed to it too," he assr-nt'd
"I beli-ve I will hire a servant, sr
that I may etvote my antire time tc
This prospect for tho ftut re dh
not tii)peal to her tiephe'w. Onl the
contrary it tilleId him with alarm.
"A htsbatnd 'd be anotrli r:jeht
handier," he declared with energy;
"he'd be a leap mo' 'count to you'n a
cook, Aunt Mlinerva. There's that
"You will never make a preacher
of yourself, William, unless y'ou im
h'lie child looked :p at her with as
toninent; this wvas ithe first he
knew of his being destined for the
"A pre'acheor whaat 'zorts an' calls
'up muourners ?'' he siud-'"not on yo'
tin-type. Mie tart' Wilkes liooth Lin
"Ilow many times have I expressed
the with not to have you br'irng that
negro's naine int o the conversation ?"
she impratienatly inrterrupted.
"I dona' porr'tly kntow, 'm,'' he ana
Rwered good humtioredly, " 'hou~t fifty
hlunderd, I reckont. Anayways, Aunt
Minterva, I aina't goina' to be nlo preach
er. When'f I puats on lon g panrts l's
goen' to lbe a~ Confed ar Vet'run aran'
kill 'hou t lift y hunde ral Ya'na)kee's an'
Injunrs, like any Mlajor mtian,"
Now Riddle Me This.
'[Th ('htildrena were sitting in the
swinag. iFlor'ence llamminer, a littie
gl whose mnother' was spenditng thle
day tat Mliss Mltn'rva's, was with
"D~on't youalal wxish Sant a ('laus had
his birthaya tighat now 'st ead 'o wait
ing till Chlrisrttnas to) hantg utp eour
stockings ?" tasked Frances.
"Charistmaas isn't Sant a C laus' hirth,
day,'' cotrrected Linna. "G(od was blorni
on (Chriistmaas tandl that's the retasoun
we hantg up our stockinags."
"Yes; it's old Sanata's birthdlay
too,'' argauead Jaanmy. "'ause It's ir
the Bible and~ Mliss Cecilia 'spilainiet
it to mre and slhe 'bout the dlandies
'splalner' they is."
"Which youa'all like the besqt: (God o
Doctor Sanford or Sanita Claus?'
"I like God 'niother sighat better'n
do aniyb~ody," declared .Jimmy, " 'cauts
Hie so forgivinagsome. lie's 'bout tha
forgivinigest person they is. Sant
Clraus can't let you go to Heavena no
D~octor Sanford neither, nor out' papa
and mamas nor Miss Minterva. Nor
wouldn't we be in a pretty tix if w
had to 'pend on Doctor Sanford o
Santa Claus to forgive you every tim
you run off or fall down and bust you
breeches. Naw; gimmio God ev':
"I like Santa Claus the best." di
clared Frances, "'cause he isn't t'
ever getting in your way, and haan
any castor oil like Doctor Sanfor
and you don't f'rever have to be te
ing him you're sorry you did what y<
did, and ho hasn't all time got ot
eye on you either, like Glod, and g
to follow you 'round. And Santa Cla
don't all time say, 'Shot your ey
and open your mouth,' like Doct
Sanford, 'atnd ioke out your tongue.
"I Rilce DoctAr Sanford the best
Said Florn "'causa-hes mi uno
lLeilly & IIaritton CUa.)
and God and Santa Claus ain't kih
"And the Bible says, 'Love you
kin-folks,' Miss Cecilia 'splained-"
"I use to like my Uncle Doc' heal
better'n what I do now," went on thi
little girl, heedless of Jimmy's inter
riiition, "till I went with daddy to hi
otlice one day. And what you reckor
that nman's got in his office? Ie 'iE
got a dead man 'thout no meat noi
clo'es on, nothing a tall but just hi
"\\as he a hant?" asked Billy. "I
like the Major best-he's got meat
"Naw; he (lidn't have no sheet on
jutst bones," was the reply.
"No sheet on; no meat on!" chir
rupel Billy, glad of the rhymo.
"Was he a angel, Florence?" ques
"Naw; he didn't have no harp and
no wings neither."
"It must have been a skeleton,'
"And Uncle Doc' just keep that
poor imian tlhere and won't let him go
to Heaven where dead folks b'longs."
"I s)ec' he wasn't a good man 'fore
he died and, got to go to the Bad
place," suggested Frances.
"I'll hetcher he never asked God
to fo-iave him when he 'ceived his
papa anl sassed his mama,"-this
fromn Jiminy,-"and Doctor Sanford's
just a-keeping old Satan from getting
hii to toast on a pitchfork."
"I hope they'll have a Christmas
tree at Sunday-School -next Christ
ims," said Frances, harking back.
"a nd I hope I'll get a heap o' things
like I did last Christmas. Poor little
Tonmmy Knott lie's so skeered he
wNasn't going to get nothing at all on
the tree so he got him a great, big,
red apple an' he wrote on a piece o
pa per 'rom Tom my Knott to Tommy
Knott,' and tied it to the apple and
put it on the tree for hi'self."
"Let's ask riddles," suggested Una.
"All right, shouted Frances, "I'M
goina to ask the first."
"Naw; you ain't neither," objecte(
Jimmy. "You all time got to ask th<
tirst riddle. I'm going to ask the firs
"'Round as a biscuit, busy as a bee
Prettietst little thing you ever di1
see?'- 'A watch.'
"'Humpty Dumpty set on a wall,
Hiunm pty' Inmpty had a great fall,
Ail the k ing's horses and all thi
Cnt. wut luipty Dumpty baci
again.' 'A egg.,
'Round as a ring, deep as a cup,
All the king's horses can't pull 1
Up.' "A well.'
'House fill, yard full, can't ketch-'
"'hush, Jimmy!" cried Linai, in dis
gust. "You don't know how to asmi
riddles. You must n't give the an
swers, too. Ask one ridldle at a timi
and let some one else answer it:
" 'As I was going through a field o
I picked up something good to eat,
'Twas neither fish nor flesh no
I kept it till it ran alone?'"
"A snake! A snake!" guessed Flor
once. "That's a easy riddle."
"Snake, nothing!" scoffed Jimmy
"you can't eat a snake. 'Sides Liim
wouildn't 'a picked up a snake. 1
it a little baby rabbit, Lina?"
"It was neither fish nor flesh no
hone," she decdlared; "and a rabbit i
flesh and bone."
I"Then it's boun' to be a apple," wa
"N "etNr l's nNtigb
Jus Hi Boes.
- "N MatpNo cn't run aotng bi
-~ triumphantly answered. "Give it uir
t Well, it was an egg and it hatchedi
2, a bhrmken. Now, Florence, you at
su "S'Dose a man was locked up in
uc house," she asked, "how'd he g
as "'Clami outer a winder," guessi
or "'T wa'ni't no Wiinder to the house
," I"Crawled out th'oo the chim'ly, l
e. I anta Claus," was Bily6 lm
"'T wa'p't no chim'ly to it. Give It
Up? Give it up?" the little girl
laughed gleefully. "Well, he Just broke
out with measles."
"It is Dilly's time," said Lina, who
seemed.to be mistress of ceremonies.
"Taberniclo learnt this here one at
school; see if y'all can guess it: 'Tab
by had four kittens but Stillshee did
n't have none 't all.' "
"I don't see no sense a tall in that,"
argued Jimmy, "'thout some bad little
boys drowned 'em."
"Tabby was a cat," explained the
other boy, "and she had four kittens;
and Stillshee was a little girl, and she
didn't have no kittens 't all."
"What's this," asked Jimmy: " 'A
man rode 'cross a bridge and Fido
walked?' Had a little dog name' Fi
"You didn't ask that right, Jimmy,"
said Lina, "you always get things
wrong. The riddle is, 'A man rode
across the bridge and Yet he walked,'
and the answer is, 'He had a little dog
named Yet who walked across the
"Well, I'd 'nother sight ruther have
a little dog name' Fido," declared Jim
my. "I little dog name' Yet and a
little girl name' Stillshee ain't got no
sense a tall to it."
"Why sholild a hangman wear sus
penders?" asked Lina. "I'll bet no
body can answer that."
"To keep his breeches from falling
off," triumphantly answered Frances.
"No, you goose, a hangman should
wear suspenders so that he'd always
have a gallows handy."
In the House of the Lord.
It was a beautiful Sunday morning.
The pulpit of the Methodist Church
"My Father and Mother I
wavs not occupied by its regular pas
tor, Brother Johnson. Instead, a trav
ell'ig mui..fter, collecting funds for a
chiwrch orph,,nage in 'Memphis, was
the speaker for the day. Miss 'Miner
va rarely missed a service in her own
church. She was always on hand at
the Love Feast and the MIssionary
Rat and gave liberally of her means
to every cause. She was atting in
her own pew between Billy and Jim
my, Mr. and 'Mrs. Garner having re.
mained at home. Across the aisle from
tohe evercs S ar wsttn iher
her;own pew betweenyBillyerhndcJim
my, reacher after anGarnestvn and
elonqdet dhsore. Acroms the aisle from
rhil ebersathanes Blackheteen choer
fther bnd molethrw pewsang carcut
toe wre Mr. andh Mrght Hamilton
isl. Hae gown Majrma there.pi
too; itoo coste tonl plhaer he coul
depend uon heart, sig Miss Mgeout
iTer praheafchrld, ernet yen
lowqfever eisours fom '78, wet but
rtwil reeearrd Ithbot ffathler closd
rmther.i ibl iher a ang llopae
twakcide upr tany, h sihul be slep
ing the oldme w fro the pulpit
3and stood hans th hearrsash
madw hislst patetic appal.fitf
lyrspne to every orhnchlfrosa in del
low afpeer;itdwsmapar of wheru
rmerIfu conviction. Ay leittl ohn
wa cidenere todayn, I solnd eus
iftey woght. coheu tomniterontle
fo and she han o wnte."ogot
Heave toMise, Mse was aiysthul
fbrst preaonher it. aIprf here
wreiu conviction. t chrvivas she
waender a shiningi oemn Mass ause
vater, lht Whenav a iptrmptlred
fone altone when wacerted ot
evneito ris heldings alway pro
firactoed oetng her t.Inveaskte
tow seaterand hansked those whoa
wre thembers of tHezchurch at the
Biblerg totnp yeas. Minsrv Minr
onse Oncte bwghent an ceratd
trated moeern nde er avsin te
aong andfwh had dthsen who thear
fe.Shdread the bokoodeeka ibook
Bible tove stn cove, Miss Meneva o
ne score of te. gtntadhe e
vo lover ohn the oreher ideled
amfong lte fewphno hadrien totrwd
fet Seae hdw rad thsperd bo
hr cerw "to oer fom thernesi Wto
Reelaian ovaer hand over sothe c
e "Wha' oftieseake.".ontwn
o owp hen tev'ybodyhere'lledoo
k foreteen little orphans mefrard
ashae leaed hado an whisperchild
hednpw "Go uptonefrn, Wil-im"cmmne i
aunt.m,"an shake hands with the c
kT"Ae lthere noy li orphnsure?"ut
theMs minservas nsayting. "e wadintlyo
a: shakoedibe herand an litl child
Walking gracefully and jauntily ap
the aisle to the spot. where the lec
turer was standing by a broad table,
-he held out his slim, little hand.
Jimmy looked at these proceedings
of Billy's in astonishment, not com
prehending at all. lie was rather in.
dignant that the older boy had not
confided in him and invited his par,
But Jimmy was not the one to sit
calmly by and be ignored when there
was anything doing, so he slid awk
wardly from the bench before Miss
Minerva knew what he was up to.
Signaling Frances to follow, he swag
gered pompously behind Billy and he,
too, held out a short, fat hand to the
The speaker smiled benignly down
upon them; lifting them up in his
arms he stood the little boys upon
the table. He thought the touching
sight of these Innocent and tender
little orphans would empty the pock
ets of the audience. Billy turned red
with embarrassment at his conBpicu
otis position, while Jimmy grinned
happily at the amused congregation.
Horrifled Miss Minerva half rose to
her feet, but decided to remain where
she was. She was a timid woman
and did not know what course she
ought to pursue. Besides, she had
just caught the Major's smile.
"And how long have you been an
orphan?" the preacher was asking of
"Ever sence me an' Wilkes Booth
Lincoln's born," sweetly responded
"I 'bout the orphantest boy they
is," volunteered Jimmy.
Frances, responding to the latter's
invitation, had crawled over her fath
er's legs before he realized what was
happening. She, too, went smiling
kre Sitting Right There." ,
down thle aisle, her stiff white dress
standing straighit up inl the back like
a strutting gobbler's tail. She grabbied
hold of the mian's hiand, and was
promptly lifted to thle table beside
the other "orphans." Tears stood In
the good preacher's eyes as hie turned
to thle tittering audience and said in
a p~athetic voice, "Think of it, my
friends, this beautiful little girl has
Poor Mrs. Black! A hundred pairs
of eyes sought her pew and focused
th m el e up n t e p etIo n
woma Sitting gthere.e," nry n
standigfsried. ii iMr. helack l ikbl
holsd and tcould' hady keep from
AsrIFtralifed passedhb tbe bamie
theontewin "orpn."mears sdownh
thse, Mrod Hariatn eranedyacos her
husband titrng madlen atmp sai oi
arends, this deauifl little girlphan"
trea mthern." thr. hswa o
muoor the. laudknce A huded pairs
ofugee sougt he fr hen foustie
themselesachonr'h suprceony young
woaroused.iAg hereasped, Lngry, ndr
sramefaclied hand Blac asd:bl
Amuendo couldn hatrd kee fomr
AYs, IFane passed byshe angrile
tons'te. "My fher oeade owne the
asltten Mrs.h Hatonre,"and acr osnter
husan and madle anumpumts.
cltcI na butshea toladon-lat
faled," thaidina.lt "Morpan"h
meaho gliding wit sttely, cosous
tred o join the a i ouothers.Tia o
lag"a hed replyd o the sttimer
ltte gpreac"he's gtsupcimet eres
arod.Ars she catell Litha'm slener
"Anyouv b'n. fae or mohoe
littl agosr jstgl'ogn"tl
"esrhae thepope truh anl rhe
tesd ears fher and moher are
sittin ighot therean somehow." te
"ronr foake told ao down-roicgos
fsoetme," said Limmy, "Moe taught
metowiced lite and tolwy tellre
Did yom everry tell moyou mmathe
trth'mosat nolus tomet 'ceig mye
mama," ofahe busies relyo the andthe
ltle irle "she' oto sucho gimle eyes
and er Ise cn ite wit know shutl
ifa you alblthe sIppae and haor
longe swgce, so I juso'n sand tello
hertl thepange truthuer wen Mse
"Aunt aidndyr oflways 'res goint
wohrm it'tal o' mea bohow." us
an'Gryon ' folks offer the closk
stimes,"n where youmgot "ou beaoud
anou faiae, lite;aynfo me always tl
tel1 the srthyan I tell nachemaytde
shke hes qstionersnc 'bou thins ain'
loned ofhei usnssalalad.h
know 'c-hire alln time ain per
lance. Prosetlt ..Jimmy broke the
quiet by rema'king:
"Don't you -all feel sorry for old
Miss Pollie Bumpus? She live all
-by herself, and she 'bout a million
years old, and Doctor Sanford ain't
never brung her no chillens 'cause she
'ain't got 'er no husban' to be their
papa, and she got a octopus in her
head, and she poor as a post and deaf
as Job's old turkey-hen."
"Job's old turkey-hen wasn't deaf,"
retorted Una primly; "she was very,
very poor and thin."
"She was deaf, too," Insisted Jim
my, "'cause it's in the Bible. I know
all 'bout Job," bragged lie.
"I know all 'bout Job, too," chirped
"Job, nothing!" said Jimmy, with
a sneer; "you all time talking 'bout
you' know all 'bout Job; you 'bout
the womanishest little girl they is.
Now I know Job 'cause Miss Cecilia
'splained all 'bout him to me. He's
in the Bible and lie sold his birth
mark for a mess of potatoes and-"
"You never can get anything right,
Jimmy," interrupted Lina; "that was
Esau and it Was not his birthmark,
it was his birthstone; and lie sold his
birthstone for a mess of potash."
"Yes," agreed Frances; "he saw
Esau kissing Kate and Esau had to
sell him his birthstone to keep his
"Mother read me all about Job,"
continued Lina; "lie was afflicted with
boils and his wife knit him a Job's
comforter to wrap around him, and
"And he sat' under a 'tato vine,"
put in Frances eagerly, "what God
grew to keep the sun off o' his boils
"That was Jonah," said Lina, "and
it wasn't a potato vine; it was-"
"No, 't wasn't Jonah neither; Jonah
is inside of a whale's bel-"
"Stommick," Frances corrected her
self, "and a whale swallow him, and
how's he going to sit under a pump
kin vine when he's inside of a
"It was not a pumpkin vine, it-"
"And I'd jus' like to see a man in
side of a whale a-setting under a
"The whale voinicked him up," said
Jim m y.
"What sorter thing is a octopus like
what y'all say is in 'Miss Pollie Bum
pus's head?" asked Billy.
"'Tain't a octopus, it's a polypus,"
explained Frances, "'cause she's
named Miss Pollie. It's a someping
that- grows in your nose and has to
be nanied what you's named. She's
named Miss Pollie and she's got a
"I'm mighty glad my mama ain't
got no Eva-pus in her head," was
Jimmy's comment. "Ain't you glad,
Hilly, your Aunt Minerva ain't got
no Miss Minerva-pus?"
"I sho' is," fervently replied Miss
NIinerva's nephiew; "she's hard 'nough
to manage now like she is."
"I'm awfui good to Miss Pollie,'
said Frances. "I take her someping
good to eat 'most every day. I took
her two pIleces of pie this morning; I
ate one piece on the way and she
gimme the other piece when I got
there. I jus' don't believe she could
get 'long at all 'thout me to carry her
theb good things to eat that my mama
send her; I takes her pies all the
time; she says they're the best smell
ing pies she smelt."
"You 'bout the piggiest girl they
is," said Jimmy, "all time got to eat
up a poor old woman's pies. You'll
have a Frances-pus in your stomach~
first thing you know."
"She's got a horn that you tall
th'oo," continued the little girl, serene
ly conltemptuous of Jimmy's adverse
criticism, "and 'fore I knew how you
talk into it, she says to me one day,
'How's your ma?' and stuck that ohd
hofn at me; so I put it to my ear, too,
and there we set; she got one end of
the horn to her ear and I got the
other end to my ear; so when I saw
this wasn't going to work I took it
and blew into it; you-all'd died a.
laughing to see the way I did. But
now I can talk th'oo it's good's any
"That is an ear trumpet, Frances,'
said Lina; "it is not a horn."
"Let's play 'Hide the Switch,'" sug
"I'm going to hide it first," cried
"Naw, you ain't," objected Jimmy,
"you all time got to hide the swit~cb
first. I'm going to hide it first my,
"No, I'm going to say 'William Cour
Trimbleton,' " said Frances, "and see
who's going to hide it first. Now you,
all spraddle out your fingers."
Mr. Aigernon Jones.
Again it was Monday, with the
Ladies Aid Society in session. Jinmmy
was sitting on the grass in his owr>
front yard in full view of Sarah Jane
who was roning clothes in her cabir
with strict orders to keep him al
home. Billy was in the swing in Misi
"Come on over," he invited,
"I can't," was the reply across the
fence, "I'm so good now I 'bout got
'ligion; I reckon I'm going to bo a
mish'nary or a pol'tician, one or
t'other when I'm a grown-up mar
'cause I'm so good; I ain't 'got
but flve whippings tls week,
I been good ever since I let
you 'suade me to play Injuin. I'm
the goodest boy in this town, I 'spec'.
Sometimes I get seared 'bout being
so good 'cause I hear a woman ay
if you too good, you going to die or
you ain't got no senseo, once, You
come on over here; you ain't trying
to be good like what I'm trying, and
Miss Minerva don't never do nothing
a tall to you 'cepting put you to
"I'd ruther to gt whipped ffty ho
derd times 'n to hafte' go' to bed in.
the daytime with Aunt Minervi look
in' at you. An' her specs can se
right th'oo you plumb to the bone.
Naw, I can't come over there -caUse
she made me promise not to. I ain't
never go back on my word yit."
"I hope mama won't never ask. me
to promise her nothing a tall, 'cause
I'm mighty curious 'bout forgetting. I
'spec' I'm the most forgettingest little
boy they is. But I'm so glad I'm so
good. I ain't never going to be bp-4
no more; so you might just a."'well
quit begging me to come over an4
swing, you needn't ask me no mor,-.
'tain't no use a tall."
"I ain't a-begging you," cried Billy
contemptuously, "you can set on yo'
mammy's grass where you Is, an' be
good from now tell Jedgement Day an'
't won't make no change in my busi
"I .ain't going to be 'ticed into no
meanness, 'cause I'm so good," con
tinued the reformed one, after a short
silence during which he had seen
Sarah Jane turn her back to hi i,
"but I don't b'lieve it'll be no har'm
jus' to come over and set in the swing
with you; maybe I can 'fluence you
to be good like me and keep you from
'ticing little boys into mischief. I
think I'll just come over and set a
while and help you to be good," and
he started to the fence. Sarah Jane
turned around in time to frustrate his
"You git right back, Jimmy," sbe
yelled, "you git erway f'om dat-ar
fence an' quit confabbin' wid dat-ar
Willyum. Fixin' to make some mo'
Injuns out o' yo-selfs, ain't yeh, or
some yuther kin' o' skeercrows?"
Billy strolled to the other side of
the big yard and climbed up and got
on the tall gate post. A stranger,
coming from the opposite direction,
stopped and spoke to him.
"Does Mr. John Smith live here "
"Naw, sir," was the reply; "don't no
Mr. 'tall live here; jest me an' Aunt
Minerva, an' she turns up her nose
at anything that wears pants."
"And where could I find your Aunt
Minerva?" the stranger's grin was in
gratiating and agreeable.
"Why, this here's Monday," the lit -
tie boy exclaimed. "Of course she's
at the Aid; all the 'omans roun' here
goes to the Aid on Monday."
"Your aunt is an old friend of
mine," went on the man, "and I knew
she was at the Aid. I just wanted to
fInd out if you'd tell the truth about
her. Some little boys tell stories, but
I am glad to find out you are so truth
ful. My name is Mr. Algernon Jones
and I'm glad to know you. Shakel
Put it there, partner," and the fasci
nating stranger held out a grimy paw.
Billy smiled down from his perch
at him and thought he had never met
such a pleasant man. If lie was such
an old friend of nis aunt's maybe she
would not object to him because he
wore pants, he thought. Maybe she
might be persuaded to take Mr. Jones
for a husband. Billy almost hopet
that she would hurry home from the
Aid, he wanted to see the two togetiv
"Is you much of a cusser?" he asked
solemnly, " 'cause if you is you'll
hafter cut it out on these premises."
Mr. Jones seemed much surprised
and hurt at the question.
"An oath never passed these lips,"
replied the truthful gentleman.
"Can you churn?"
"Churn--churn?" with a reminis
cent smile, "I can churn like a
Jimmy was dying of curiosity, but
the gate was too far away for him to
do more thans. catch a word now and
then. It was illso out of Sarah Jane's
visual line, so& sh',' knew nothing of
the stranger's sent.
"And you're Ue all by yourself?" '4
insinuated Billy's new friend. "And
the folks next do . whore are they?"
"Mrs. Garner's 1t the Aid, an' Mr.
Garner's gone to Memphis. That is
"She's Got a Horse That You Taim
they little boy a-settin' in they yard
on they grass," answered the child.
"I've come to fix your Aunt Minet'
va's water pipe," said the truth-lovingq
'Mr. Jones. "Come, show me the way;
I'm the plumber."
"in the bath room?" asked thw
child. "i didn't know it needed nj
Hie led the agreeable piumbep
through the hail, down the long back
porch to the bath room, remarking:
"I'll jes' watch you work," And he
seated himself in the only chair.
Here is where Billy received one oi
greatest surprises of his lifa
The fascinating stranger grabbed hha~
with a rough hand and hissed:
"Don't you dare open your mouth
or I'll crack your head open and seat.
ter your brains. I'll ott you alive."
The fierce, bloodsho'. eyes, wicie
had seemed so laughing and merry
before, now glared into those of the
little boy as the aman took a stout cord
fr-om his pocket, hound 1Hilly to the
dhair and gagged him with a large
bath towel. Energetic Mr. Jones took
the key out of the door, shook his i ,
at the child, and went out, and lock.A
the door behind him.
(TO DIllCcONTIN -3),