Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1871-07-20
TINY TIM TYLER.

ot INNS JENNIE L. hALEN LENlS.
His name was Tiny Tim, and, as his
name shows, a very little bit of boy was
he; but what he lacked In size he made
up IN mischief His mamma said he was
as full OF funny capers as his skin could
hold. Perhaps some of you have plant
in your garden bearing a round berry you
call cspers, which are to be eaten with
boiled mutton /; but these are not the capers
with which Tim was filed. but another
kind, about some of which I'll tell you.
When he was the smallest mite of a boy,
and wore little pink and white striped
dresses, his mamma tied on his sun-bon-
net one sunshiny morning in May, and
told him he might go out in the front yard
| to play. Tim trotted directly down to the
gate, and clutching it with his pink fingers,
began to shake it to open IL But his NAM
ma knew it had been fastened, so he could
not open it, and she went back to finish
WORKING over the butter, and packing it in
the jars, ready TO carry to market.
1twas so sweet and yellow-the butter
Il wish / had some of it now.
Mamma was very busy, and as she could
think of no mischief that Tiny Tim could
get into, she forgot him for halfhour or
so. when she went to lock for him, she
found him sitting by big peony, with
every one of the buds lying in his lap.
"Why, Timl-wbat have you done?"
cried his mamma.
"Pitty marblesI" chirruped Tim, with
his mouth cramned full of something.
Mammals heart flew into her mouth, for
Tim had habit of putting almost every
thing into his mouth, and had several
times come near choking to death. She
lifted Tim up quickly, spilling all his
"pitty marbles on the ground. She put
/ L -, ,,I
What do you think?
An old, withered apple, that had lain on
the ground all winter!
Tim kicked and squirmed, and cried,
too, as soon as his mouth was empty so
he could, and begged for the apple.
"Dood appo, mammal div it bat to
mel"
Mamma told him he should have a big,
red one instead of that.
| His mamma tried to make him under
stand the mischief he had done 10 her
peony, but he only looked at her with his
brown eyes filed with tears, and muir
| mufed,-
"Pitty msrblesl"
Mamma could only hug and kiss the
| little fellow, for, after all, he was but q
baby, and worth more to her than a hun
| dred posies. So she took him into the
| house, took off his pink bonnet, washed
his face and hands, fed him his bread and
milk, gave him red apple, and put him
| in his little crib, and left him to 60 to
sleep.
But his little brain was too full of his
"pitty marbles" to sleep, so, after nibbling
his apple little, he crept out of his crib,
went TO the sewing machine, took down
his mamma's work basket, emptied all OF
the spools and thimbles and scissors out
upon the carpet, and went and picked up
the peony buds in it, crept back into the
house and sat down TO play with them.
In little while he grew sleepy and
rodded his head in a most comical way
lower, lower yet it went, till, finally, il
reached the floor, and Tiny Tim was as
fast asleep as was Little Boy Blue"
When mamma CAME in to look after hi:
comfort, she was surprised and vezed and
glad, all at once. She stopped and took up
her little bundle of "capers" and laid him
so softly in the crib that he did not wake
up. Then she picked up the spools and
things and put them in the machine draw.
er, saying to herself:
Poor Tiny Tim-he shall have the
basket to keep his pity marbles in"
When Tim walked up, he was ready fol
more business. There was one good
thing about Tim, and that was this: 81.
was always busy with something he calleC
work. If he went out with his piece O
bread and butter, and the chickens gath
cred around him and wanted some, b,
would crumble it up and give it to them.
One day his sister saw him sitting OF
the ground surrounded by hens, ducks
and turkeys They were clear up in hi
lap and were eating something from it
He would put his hand and touch ont
of them, and scream with delight, wheI
they flew from under it. Sister Cor;
went out to see what he had, and saw {,
loaf of breed, all scratched and picked Il
pieces.
"Tim, where did you get the bread !?
she asked.
ain de butwy," he replied, innocently
A sudden panic seized the girl She ral
hastily into the buttery, and looked int
the broad jar. She found it empty
empty of bread, but there was something
else in it. 1t was the black kitteni Tin
had shut it up in the jar, after he haC
taken out the bread, because the kitteI
frightened the chickens away.
Cora was in dreadful fix. Her mamm;
had gone to town and left her to get din
ner, and that was every crumb of breaC
there was in the house, and she didn'
know how to make biscuits.
think she ought to have known how
to make biscuit ct twelve years old, dom
you? l hope all my little girl reader
know how to make bread and biscuits
too.
Cora though a minute; then she spok
to herself
"PIl go and borrow a loaf of bread o
aunt Becky Meadows. Ma always doe
when she gets out of bread. "Come, Tim,
she called, I'VE must go over to aun
'Becky's, and get bread for dinner.
Tim was always ready to go anywhere
so he jumped up, and his halfeaten anS
wholly spoiled loaf fell to the ground 70
the fowls to finish.
Tiny Tim grew fast in years, and grew
some in size. He never, even when h
was not more than two years old, vantet
to wear bonnet, but always cried lustil,
for hat, and if one was left within III
climbing reach he was sure to have it on
and he was always obliged to hold it witt
both hands to keep it from resting upol
his shoulders.
Having such passion for boys clothes
it is not strange that at the age of four h
was dressed in jackets and trousers resem
bling the clothes of the father. Tim ha
always teased to go fishing, but he ha
, been put of.
"You must wait till you have a coat an
trousers, F" said his father.
And when the day did come, he did no
S. forget it. He did not consider it neces
: sary to ask again if he might 60, for hi
$ coat and trowsers were on him.
b Brother Lucius had den" upstairs
v where Tim was seldom permitted to en-
e ter, the door being carefully locked; bS
t this day, as it happened, it was open, an
q you may be sure Tim was not long in find
: ing it out, and in going in and taking
o fish-hook, line and rod from among tn
d treasures he found there.
i Tiny Tim had no idea he would be dc
ing anything wrong IN going to th