The Winchester journal. [volume] (Winchester, Ind.) 18??-1920, 1870-06-16
How Edgar Left Home.
BY J. 7. TROWBRIDGE.

Loud screams i'm the wood -sheC
frightened every body in the house
and Mrs. Drew ran to see what was tn,
matter. She opened the door, anC
there stood her son Edgar by the work
bench, looking proud and fierce, will
his fist doubled up; and there sat hi.
little cousin Walter on the floor, his
eyes shut tight and his mouth wide
open, screaming as loud as he could
scream.
"Children! what is the matter?''
cried good Mrs. Drew, Fastening to
see if Walter had had finger cut off,
or an eye put out, or leg broken, fol
she was always afraid some such ac-
cideLt would happen to those boys.
He-struck-me!" screamed Wal
ter.
"He sban't have my playthingn
said Edgar, shaking his head, and
looking prouder and fiercer thun ever;
and with his foot he began to pus II
them under the work bench. There
was an eXpress-wagon with four
wheels, and cart with two wheels,
and wheelbarrow with one wheel, n
bow and arrow, q box of blocks to
make houses of, an India-rubber dog
that would bark and cat that would
NEW, when you squeeze them, a jump
ing Jack, and don't know how many
more things. Edgar had had most OF
the toys good while, and had played
with them till they no longer interest
ed him, and they had long lain in his
tool-chest at the end of the work
bench, neglected and forgotten, and of
no use to any body. When his little
cousin Walter came to live with him
his mother said, "There are those old
play things Of Eigar's; they are just
what we want for Walter"
Walter was of course delighted with
them. But Edgar, rs soon rs he found
out that some body else wanted his
playtings, thought that he wanted
them, and was unwilling to share
them with Walter. If his cousin
wished To take the express-wagon.
Edgar said he was just going to take il,
and Walter shouldn't have il; then
if Walter gave that up, and chose the
carte, Edgar declared he must have
the cart-he was just going To draw
chips in it. And so they quarreled, in
spite OF all Mrs. Drew could say to
make her son ashamed of his selfish
ness.
But to-day she thought the time had
come TO put an end to these disputes
about the playthings. So she stopped
and put one hand kindly on the weep
ing Walters head, and took Edgars
unwilling hand in the other.
"There, Walter, don't cry; you shall
have the playthings. for | said you
might. Edgar, how can you treat
your little cousin so? Remember, you
are great boy, almost eleven years
old, and he is only fiver'
II don't care. l amt going to have
him coming into this house and get
ting all my things away from mcr
"Have you forgotten what you told
me when his poor mother died? Said
l, Edgar, your little cousin hasn't any
mother now, and he won't have any
home, unless we let him come here;
how would you like TO have him for
little brother?' You say you would
love him.
"Yesw muttered Edgar. 81 thought
we'd play horse, and he'd let me drive;
but he wants 10 drive half the time!
The idea of his driving me, l amt
going to stand any of that nonsense,
now, come.n
Look here, Edgar; do you know
you are talking to your mother" said
Mrs. Drew.
'1 can't help that. You always
take his part against me. I've stood
il long enough. j shan't stand it any
longerm
Mrs. Dew looked nj her boy i'm as
tonishment. Aftera moments parse,
she said, calmy, "What will you do
about it:"
"Ill have Walter 60 away. II he
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