ork
for a man that hasn't got sense. Gosh! What kind of maple sugar is that?
Jerusalem, whew, give me some water. O, my, it is taking the skin off my
mouth."

The grocery man got him some water and seemed sorry that the boy had
taken the lump of concentrated lye by mistake, and when the boy went
out the grocery man pounded his hands on his knees and laughed, and
presently he went out in front of the store and found a sign

FRESH LETIS,

BEEN PICKED MORE'N A WEEK,

TUEFER'N TRIPE.

CHAPTER XIII.

THE BAD BOY A THOROUGHBRED--THE BAD BOY WITH A BLACK EYE--A
POOR FRIENDLESS GIRL EXCITES HIS PITY--PROVES HIMSELF A
GALLANT KNIGHT--THE OLD MAN IS CHARMED AT HIS SON'S COURAGE--
THE GROCERY MAN MORALIZES--FIFTEEN CHRISTS IN MILWAUKEE--
THE TABLES TURNED--THE OLD MAN WEARS THE BOY'S OLD CLOTHES.

"Ah, ha, you have got your deserts at last," said the grocery man to the
bad boy, as he came in with one eye black, and his nose pealed on on
one side, and sat down on a board across the the coal scuttle, and began
whistling as unconcerned as possible. "What's the matter with your eye?"

"Boy tried to gouge it out without my consent," and the bad boy took a
dried herring out of the box and began peeling it. "He is in bed now,
and his ma is poulticing him, and she says he will be out about the last
of next week.

"O, you are going to be a prize fighter, ain't you," said the grocery
man, disgusted. "When a boy leaves a job where he is working, and goes
to loafing around, he becomes a fighter the first thing. What your Pa
ought to do is bind you out with a farmer, where you would have to work
all the time. I wish you would go away from here, because you look
like one of these fellows that comes up before the police judge Monday
morning, and gets thirty days in the house of correction. Why don't
you go out and loaf around a slaughter house, where you would look
appropriate?" and the grocery man took a hair-brush and brushed some
sugar and tea, that was on the counter, into the sugar barrel.

"Well, if you have got through with your sermon, I will toot a little
on my horn," and the boy threw the remains of the herring over behind
a barrel of potatoes, and wiped his hands on a coffee sack. "If you had
this black eye, and got it the way I did, it would be a more priceless
gem in the crown of glory you hope to w