"Quad's odds"; . Smith boy ? I asked. Ill bet ont! he answered. Im glad to meet you, I continued; I hope youll bea good boy, go to school, and not make us any trouble. Ifyou are good we shall all like you. I kin take keer of myself, old Limburger! he answered,giving my dog a kick. That day he thrashed four more boys, broke three win-dows, stole two or three dogs, and hooked a bed-quilt fromhis aunt and set up a circus tent on a vacant lot. His auntsaid we had liberty to argue with him, and Mr. Stevensbribed him into his yard and tried to hirehim to be good. He talked to the boy afull half-hour
"Quad's odds"; . Smith boy ? I asked. Ill bet ont! he answered. Im glad to meet you, I continued; I hope youll bea good boy, go to school, and not make us any trouble. Ifyou are good we shall all like you. I kin take keer of myself, old Limburger! he answered,giving my dog a kick. That day he thrashed four more boys, broke three win-dows, stole two or three dogs, and hooked a bed-quilt fromhis aunt and set up a circus tent on a vacant lot. His auntsaid we had liberty to argue with him, and Mr. Stevensbribed him into his yard and tried to hirehim to be good. He talked to the boy afull half-hour about Heaven, the angels,Sunday school, and so forth, and wasexpecting every minute that the lad wouldbreak down and shed tears, when theyoung villain rose up and said: Well, I guess Ill walk off on my Playing Circus. ,,, ear! Wont you be good? pleaded Mr. Stevens, followinghim to the gate. Oh ! hire a band to march behind you! sneered theboy, as he lounged off. That night he stretched a rope across the walk and. 100 MAKING THINGS STEP HIGH. almost killed three or four persons, and when old Mr. Gol-den came to the door in answer to a wild ring of his door-bell, he was struck in the eye with a tomato and nearlyblinded. It is several months since that Smith boy came into ourneighborhood, and any property owner will tell you thatreal estate has actually declined ten per cent on his has pulled several door-bells out by the roots, blown upthe sidewalks with gunpowder, destroyed shade trees,stopped up our chimneys, and there has been nothing leftundone on his part to make things step high aroundthere. When we saw that kind words were lost uponhim it was agreed to make him fear us. I caught him andnearly shook his boots off, but in the midst of my exulta-tion he built a bonfire under my buggy. Mr. Stevensshook him, and Mr. Stevens soon had $12 worth of plateglass broken by a stone. Mr. Brown cuffed the youngterrors ears, and Mr. Browns coach dog was found deadnext morning.
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