Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1867-07-13
@BOy Lost. ."


We fGd afusi in The newspaper sea. we
publish, being confident lhatn will well
repay perusaI by all, and BY our lady
friends in p-ricniar
He has black eyes. with long lashes,
red cheeks, and hair almost black, and
curly. He wore a crimson plaid j'cke',
with full trousers bnIInned on; had hab-
! il Of winding, aud liked 10 ask quesilons;
va, accompanied b. small dog. II is
long time since he disappeared. ! have
very pleasant house aud much comps.
10y. Everything has such an orderly
pui-a~sy look-nnthlng under ioo'-no
dur. But my eyes are srh'ng Tor ihe
sight Of whrllngs and cut paper on the
floor; Of tumb!ed down csrh-houses; OF
~uoIen csl,e and sheep. Of popg"ns,
bnws and arrows, whips, toys, go-csrIs'
blocks and lrumpery.
Il want 10 see boats a rigging, and
kites s-making. | want TO see crcmble'
Ion the csrpe's, and paste spilled on the
Kitchen table | want 10 see the chairs
aud tables turned the wrong way about.
want 10 see candy making and corn-Pop-
ping. and to find Jsck-knlves and fishing'
hooks among my musIlns. Yet these
hiDgs used 10 fret me once. They say
how queI you are here. ah! one may
here sellle his brain and be al peace. But
nv ears are aching for the PalIerIng OF
ll,le feet; for hearty shout: lor a shTliI
whistle; for a ira la IA; Tor iHe crack OF II''
tie Whips; for The noise OF drums. hles
and ln lrumpets. Yet these things made
me nervous once.
They say: "Ah! You have leisure;
nothing di>rurbs you. What heaps OF
sewing you ave Time for! Bot long L"
be disturbed. lwanI 10 be cOsxed Tor a
piece Of new cloth for bs or malnssiI'
and then To hem The same. ! want to
make Ilulr flag. and bags TO hold mar,
hIes. want to be follow ed by lltlIe all
over the house; tessed for bitpt dough
for lllle cake. or 10 hnke PIE IN ssu:
Ger. Yrllhev say 'Ah! YOU are moi 'Ired
=, home. How delighted 10 be At l'oetiy
lion concerts. lectures and parties. y"
confinement for YOU But | want con.
fnemeni | want To listen for The school
bell mornings, 10 give The last hasiy wash
and hrush, and then watch from the win.
dow niub'e ieeI bounding away 10 The
school. | want neqnent Tends 10 mend
and to replace lost buttons. ! want |"
lubllterale mud stains and pains oi all col
or; wan, to he siIuug by l;'le CRIB. oI
evenings. when weary LILLE leel are at
rest. and pratrl ng voices are hushed, NE
mother may sing stones. They don
know theu happiness then. these m"lh.
er,; didu'i. All these things | called
conf ement once.
"A manly figure stands before me no."
he is taller Than |, has 'hrck Shlskrrs.
wears lrock coat. sn6 bosomtd shl' ard
craval. He hss usi come from college.
Ne brings Latin and Geek IN his cOunie.
nance, and dust of ,he old philosophers
from the tirtinp rooms. lie calls me
'Molher." but ! am unwilling 10 own
him. He AYERS that lie is my hoy, and
say. rhal he can prove it. lie brngs his
lllllP 0Ual 10 shO" lUE Itu e'llhse Wv WV
sail (il was the end Of piece. and lhr
name on The s,ern-Lucy Low. a hlhe
pirl Of our neighbours, who. because ol
Ler long curls aud pretty round lace, was
the chosen lavOrlle Of my boy.
The curls were long since cut oil, and
she had grown up tall, handsome RiH.
How his lace reddeDs q, he shows NE lhe
name OF the boat. Oh! see II Is az PLAIN
As # It were arilren in book. My little
boy is lost, and my big boy, in long
white DighI.gown, lying IN his cr'b' with
NE silung by, holding his forehead
watching his eyelids dro"P, aud listening
10 h S deep breathing.
I III ONLY had my Iiule boy again. how
patient ! would ht! How much ] woulG
bear and how luIe would scold! ran
never have hIm back again; but there are
sui many mothers who have not ,ei lost
their liup boy. | wonder # they kno"
they are living then very best day; that
now is The lime To really erjoy iher ch'l'
dreu! think if had been more TO NY
l,te hov. might be more 10 my grown
up SON.