The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1869-04-08


than the sight of children at play? l be-
lieve heaven itself is pleased at it."
"There he said we might" cried Tom
fmy. "Come, Clint, make wheelbarrow
of me, and let Sissy ride, as we did the
other night"
So, Clint made wheelbarrow of him.
using his legs for handles and running
him on his hands, which worked quite
well In place OF wheel; and Lucy and
Jimmy set little Sissy on, and held her,
while Clint trundled her about the room,
tcryleng "po-ta-toes! any body want to buy
a bag of POTATOES" Sissy thought it
the funniest thing in the world to be a
bag of potatoes, and to have somebody
buy her; and, of course, everybody laugh
ed Tommy himself laughed SO that he
broke down, and had to be taken to the
blacksmith shop to be mended. Grand
fathers knees we're the shop, and grand
fathers arm was the handle OF the bel
lows; and Clint blew and hammered, and
hammered and blew, initiating with his
| lips the wheeze of the blast, until Tommy
declared that he was clicked to death"
and begged not to be mended any more.
"Well, Ill just put your tire on" said
Clint; but Tommy said he didn't wear
tires Jimmy and Sissy did-he was big
boy, and had out grown them; which
blunder Of his created great merriment
among the older ones; for Clint meant the
tire of the imaginary wheel Clint was
pedling potates again, when a second cal
Ter came in. This was no other than the
Ice Company's foreman, Phil Kermer. The
arrival of no other person could have Gre
ated livelier interest in the little circle
just then. Emma blushed, as she had not
blushed when Clinton came in; and the
younger Children; with whom Phil also
was great favorite, rushed to meet him
"The old woman is picking her geese !!
the old woman is picking her geese !"
said Lucy aud Jimmy, as he shook the
feathery snow from his garments, while
the wheelbarrow jumped up, and ran
away on it's handles to the entry, greatly
to the disappointment of the bag of po-
tatoes.
q wanted you to thellme to him. lisp
ed the commodity, regarding the new
conner as acustomer-
"Well, I'll buy you. What are you?
; Irish potatoes?" tossing the bag up lightly
on his shoulder.
:" No. I'm thweet potatoeth," said the
bag. At which unconsciously apt reply
for soasaa't she sweet, thought everybody
: was delighted. atl
"Now, I'll put you in the cellar" said
, Phil setting her up in the corner behind
] his chair. (Which will you be-boiled
} or roasted?' g3 ua. bass
Woathted, with salt on me; but the
, watth (rats) will nibble me here!' And
, out ran sweet potatoes, flying about the
room, and keeping up her play till that
season so dreaded by tun-loying children
arrived bedtime. gar
"Not word" said Emma; and the
; gentle authority she exercised over the
, little pouters, was beautiful to behold.
J "Come, have let you sit up good deal
longer than usual tonight, to see the
company; and now you mustn't complain.
, If you do, I shall have to send you off to
bed the first thing, the next time they
| come. Why, Sissy needn't hang your
clothes ON the hook, tonight, need /? I
: can hang them on your lip!
2 That funny notion set Sissy to laughing
so that she quite forgot the grievance of
t having to 60 to bed. Ha m I d
4 "Come then," said Emma, and she led
the three younger ones, Lucy was going
/ to sit little longer) to their grandpapa's
| knee, around which they knelt, and with
5 sweetly composed face, and title hands
1 folded, repeated the Lords Prayer in uni
4 son, very reverently. Sissy lisped sylla-
!, bles, "lead nth not into temptation"
a chimed in so softly and so suggestively,
| (dear child, what did she know of temp
= tation?) that Phil Kermer-who did know
r something of it, and knew, too, that there
e was need enough Of has making that pray
r er-felt his eyes, as he listened, suddenly
s grow dim with an unaccountable and
o very extraordinary moisture. Young
t Clint might also have breathed that pra-
= er to advantage; but somehow the scene
: did not touch him in the same way.
l., Then the old grandfather, in accents af-
e fectingly tremulous with the earnestness Of
his love- gave the little ones his blessing;
e then they kissed everybody good highland
n Emma went to see them safely tucked up
y in bed. Presently rap was heard on the
II stove pipe which went from the sitting
Il room into the chamber above: "Mithter
Phil! Mithter Phil" called Sissy, when
e YOU going to woatht and eat me?' Then
r the ringing laugh that followed did
d ever silver bells equal its music?
# "What should we do without the chill
II dren?" said Uncle Jim. "What would
d the old folks do without you, Clinton?
d he added, thinking Immediately of his
e aged friends in the other house. cts
o fortunate you have such loving DISPOSE
3 ton. l., You're their sunbeam, I'm sure.
dl Clint looked tribe disconnected al
le tGis, !" It's being a sunbeam under diff
d eulties where they are" he, said. s,ri h
8, SWELL, l suppose it may be. Poor
II, oh hrirr rIrl w hon
d I'm sincerely sorry for them" said the
old man, with emotion. He had never
}" treasured up resentment against them fol-
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