Delaware weekly Republican. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1841-188?, 1857-10-15
By 7. 5. ARTHUR.


'Father tatherp And a boys quick, firm
grasp was laid upon the arm of Mr.. Jacobs,
who sat near the lamp, absorbed in the pages
of n book.
What do you wantl you troublesome
child said Mr.. Jacobs, turning upon his little
son With an angry countenance,
Does the world go round George An.
drews says the sun stands still and the world
turns round.'
or course it does, you little simpleton 2
replied his father, in tone of thoughtful con-
tempt of the child's ignorance. 'Now, don't
come bothering me any more with your silly
questions he added, as he pushed the curious
boy away.
Philip was disappointed as we'll As hurt by
TINS treatment. The strange TACT, which had
been affirmed by George Andrews that the
world turned round, had puzzled his brain
sorely. He had thought about ii, and imagin-
ed the consequences Of so singular a phe-
nomenon, until bis mind was lost in bewilder-
ment. lfthe world turned round, 1t was plain
to him that the people would fall OIL. And
tnen, again, did not the sun rise and go clear
across the sky every day. No, no. George
ANDREWS, If he was big boy, must be wrong.
80 fhllip ran home from the neighbours house
where he had gone, after tea, to play with the
children, and disturbed his fathers pleasant
state OF mind by the untimely intrusion Of
ton.
Repulsed, harshly, when he should have
6een received kindly and instructed patiently,
fhlhp moved slowly away from Ills fathers
sue, ana sat down upon the floor to ponder
tne mystery Of the earth's rotation-to look
hrough the apparent truth, and see by the
eye Of reason, the real truth that hid itself
away from the unassisted natural vision. But.
the more he thought, the more impossible
seemed the thing which George Andrews had
asserted Forgetting, in lew minutes, his
parents frown. the child, in the eagerness OF
unsatisted curiosity, started up from the floor,
ana crossing the room, disturbed his father
with the question.
Why don't the people fall OFF,
Jane Take that child to bed
Inc nurse was passing the sitting room door
AT me moment. Mr.. Jacobs order was i'm
peratlye and nurse knew that It must be
obeyed.
don't want to so to bed objected Philip.
rake MIN awayp The father spike sternly.
, NeAt Time, when you see me reading, don't
disturb me with your foolish questions.'
Mr. Jacobs turned to his book, and Philip
was carried oil in tears, to bed, suffering the
himself to sleep,
twice repulsed, and punishment added the
second time, new question arose, in Philips
minu, almost as difficult OF solution as the
problem he had submitted to his father. Was
oawned upon his feeble intellect, tranquil seep
came with its blessed forgetfulness.
Uh tue next morning, at the breakfast table
WINE MT Jacobs was relating to his wife some
pleasant incident which had occurred on the
Gay before, Philip broke in with the untimel,
question,
Father where does the sun 70 at night
The inquiry was answered by q irown, and
ahsrply spot"n Hush''
AS was saying, when that troublesome
in P..fsn a -.
ward his wilo again, aud went on with his story
put the telling of it took too large a time f.
inc patience OF Philip, into whose mind floO
Oh curious questions was pouring. ....
sFatherp
No regard was paid to the child.
Mr.. Jacobs went on talking across the IL
BILE. " -
ratheri why can't we fly like tho birds
haven't told you hundred times not
ask questions when ! was taking2 II yo
SPEAK again, you shall be sent from the table
Fhliip covered down in bis chair, lookn
frightened. But his young ewes were ius
opening upon a world of wonderful things
each OF which bat half revealed itself. ii,
was what is callen " bright child by some
aud q troublesome child by others. To all VIII,
would tolerate him no was an eager question
En- 100 soon he forget his fathers threat IL
send him from the table If he spoke again.
Gu. n
voice,
Mother Does sugar grow on treesf'
The child started and flushed like ON
caught in an evil act.
Leave the table =
Philip left his place slowly, and went in tear
from the room.
81 never saw such a boy z exclaimed MI
Jacobs, with an irritated manner, and then fe
INTO silent, moody state. He did not fms
his pleasant story.
Nobody answers his questions said til
mother. 81 can't do it and it's no use 70
me to begin. 1t would take all nv time. an
me wisdom Of Solomon into the bargain
what do you think he asked me yesterday p
probably 70
just what he did ask Somebody Impose
upon MS young curiosity, aud he came TO m
for the TRUTH
Now 1t was the father himself who had don
TINS On the proceeding morning, just as h
was leaving the house, Philip had caught ho
OF him and put the question,
W hat is the moon made Of father?'
VI green cheese was the thoughtess an
swer-we might call it 10y severer name.-
ana MT. Jacobs dragged himself away iron
the child's earnest grasp.
Well, what reply did you make Z, lpauire,
MIR. Jacobs.
was amused, and laughed heartily
W~a', "i'ss ~.e"1 as satisfied will
being laughed at7'
No. lie pressed the question
How did you answer him p
began by trying to make him under
this ''''
MI. Jacobs laughed ont aloud.
he was easily satisfied, presume 2
indeed, then, and he was not. In less
, IMAM TWO minutes hc had asked more dues.
lions than an astronomer could have answered
10 MS satisfaction in a month.
80 You gave it up.'
81 did, and told Jane 10 give hin, , ,o,,ar
his curiosity N" W "io"n
Wise woman 1t was eiiectual 1 gunna,e.
ION heard no more about the moon and green
cheese p e''eu
Nothing more. When next saw him ha
was asleep on the floor, his face damned viii
syrup from chin to eyebrows
MIR. Jacobs laughed. moment after. he
said, looking serious.
must answer Mary letter to.day.'
Oh, yes. 1t won't do TO put that Off an,
longer replied his wife. Poor Mary fac
very sorry for her. | wonder what kind of 4
girl Anna is p =
AN ordinary girl, no doubt. Mary's hus.
oand was coarse man; and they've always
been very poor. The children have had few
opportunities for Improvement
I'm sorry said Mrs. Jacobs And her
dreamy looking eyes sunk to the floor. After
bret silence she looked up, adding.
we snail have to give Anna a home,
oont Know about that replied her bus
9and' 1T might not be best Tor our chill
Ihey are very young
So much the worse She might ei,-a ,,,o,.
young minds twist that we could never gat
out again. I'm afraid