Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1871-07-27
TINY TIM TYLER.
BY MRS. JENNIE T. HAzKN LEWIS.

name shows, q very little bit of a 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 round berry you
call capers, which are to be eaten with
boiled mutton but these are not the capers
| with which Tim was filled. but another
kind, about some of which III 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 mani
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
| Twas 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 Tin could
get into, she forgot MIN for half hour or
/ so. When she went to lock for him, she
found him sitting by big peony, with
every one of the buds lying in lap.
"Why, Tim what have you done ?"
cried his mamma.
| "Pitty marbles!" chirruped Tim, with
his mouth crammed 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
her fingers in his mouth, and pulled out
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 apo, mammal div it bat to
mel"
Mamma told him he should have big,
red one instead of that
His mamma tried to make him under
stand the mischief he had done TO her
peony, but he only looked at her with his
brown eyes filled with tears, and muir
mured,-
"Pitty marblesl"
Mamma could only hug and kiss the
little fellow, for, after all, he was but a
baby. and worth more TO her than a hun
dred posies SO she took him into the
house, took off his pink bonnet, wash d
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 go to
sleep.
But his little brain was too full Of hi.
"pitty marbles" to sleep, SO, after nibbling
his apple little, he crept out of his crib
went to the sewing machine, took dowI
his mammals work basket, emptied all o.
| Al.
upon the carpet, and went and picked W
the peony buds in it, crept back into th'
house and sat down to play with them.
Ina little while he grew sleepy ant
nOdded his head in most comical way
lower. lower yet it went till, finally, /,
rear he'd the floor, and Tiny Tim was as
fas asleep as was Little Boy Blue"
When mamma came in TO look after his
comfort she was surprised and vexed 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, 81 wing 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 He
was always busy with something he called
work. II he went out with his piece OF
bread and butter and the chickens gath
cred around him and wanted some, be
would crumble it up and give it to them
One day his sister saw him sitting on
the ground surrounded by hens, ducks
and turkeys They were clear up in his
lap and were eating something from it
He would put his hand and touch one
of them, and scream with delight, When
they flew from under it. Sister Cora
went out TO see what he had, and saw q
loaf Of bread, all scratched and pickle u
pieces.
Tim, where did you get the bread p
she asked.
ain de butwy," he replied, innocently.
A sudden panic seized the girl She ran
hastily into the buttery, and looked into
the broad jar. She found it empty
empty of bread, but there was something
else In il. II was the black kitteni Tin
had shut 1t up in the jar, after he had
taken out the bread, because the kitten
frightened the chickens away.
Cora was in a dreadful fix. Her mamms
had gone To town and left her 10 get din
|
there was in the house, and she didn'i
know how to make biscuits.
think she ought to have known how
To make biscuit at twelve years old, don't
your / hope all my little girl r ader!
. know how TO make bread and biscuits
too.
Cora though minute; then she spoke
to herself
an go and borrow a loaf Of bread Of
aunt Becky Meadows. Ma always does
when she gets out Of bread. "Come, Tim,
she called, I've must go over to aunt
'Becky's, and get bread for dinner.
Tim was always ready to 60 anywhere
so he jumped up, and his halfeaten and
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 he
was not more than two years old, wanted
to wear q bonnet, but always cried Justify
for hat, and If one was left within bis
climbing reach he was sure to have 1t on,
| L 81 pt.1 10 t~r1 Z mi n