South-eastern Independent. (McConnelsville, Ohio) 1871-1871, 1871-07-21
TINY TIM TYLER.

BY MRS. JENNIE T. HAZEN LEWIS.
His name was Tiny Tim, and, as his
name shows, 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 eapers as his skin could
hold. Perhaps some of you have plant
In your garden bearing a round berry you
call capers, 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 sunsi1iny 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, Sc 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.
Itwas so sweet and yellow-the butter
Il wish | had some of it now.
Mamma was very busy, and as shecould
think of no mischief that Tiny Tim could
get into, she forgot him for halfhour or
so. When she went to look for him, she
found him sitting by a big peOny, with
every one of the buds lying in his lap.
Why Timl-what have you done ?"
cried his mamma.
"Pitty marbles y chirruped Tim, with
his mouth crsmmed 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 winterl
Iil, 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 filed with tears, and mur-
mured-
"Pitty marblesl"
Mamms could only hug and kiss the
little fellow, for, after all, he was but
baby, and worth more to her than 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 spple, and put him
in his little crib, and left him to go 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 mammals 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 most cOmical way
lower, lower yet it went, till, finally, it |
reached the floor, and Tiny Tim was as
fast 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
m Tl,Gn she picked up the spools and
things and p,:t them in the machine draw
er, saying to herscH;
"Poor Tiny Tim--he shall have the
basket to keep his pity i2arbles ID"
When Tim walked up, he was ready for
more business. There was one good
thing about Tim, and that was this; Ee
was always busy with something he called /
work. If he went out with his piece of |
bread and butter, and the chickens gath
cred around him and wanted some, he
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 a
loaf of bread, all scratched and picked to
pieces.
"Tim, where did you get the breads"
she asked.
"In 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 it. 1t was the black kittenl Tim
had shut it up in the jar, after he had
AIKEN out the bread, because the kitten
heightened the chickens away.
Cora was in dreadful fix. Her mamma
lad gone to town and left her to get din
her, and that was every crumb of bread
here was in the house, and she didn't
know how to make biscuits.
I think she ought to have known how
% make biscuit at twelve years old, don't
you? I hope all my little girl readers
Know how to make bread and biscuits,
90.
Cora though a minute; then she spoke
o herself
"Tll go and borrow a loaf of bread of I
unit Becky Meadows. Ma always does
When she gets out of bread. "Come, Tim,
he called, 1--WE must go over to aunt
Becky's, and get bread for dinner.
Tim was always ready to go anywhere;
o he jumped up, and his halfeaten and
Wholly spoiled loaf fell to the ground for {
be fowls to finish.
Tiny Tim grew fast in years, and grew
ONE in size. He never, even when he {
yas not more than two years old, wanted !
o wear bonnet, but always cried Justify ]
Or hat, and if one was left within his !
limbing reach he was sure to have it on, {
nd he was always obliged to hold it with |
9th hands to keep it from resting upon I
is shoulders. '
Having such passion for boys clothes, {
! is not strange that at the age of four he
vas dressed in jackets and trousers resem- {
ling the clothes of the father. Tim had {
lwsys teased to go fishing, but he had {
een put off.
You must wait till you have coat and I
said his father.
And when the day did come, he did not &
Orget it. He did not consider it neces- {
airy to ask again if he might go, for his s
Oat and trowsers were on him. &
Brother Lucius had "den" upstairs, i
where Tim was seldom permitted to en- 8
er, the door being carefully locked; bat |
his day, as it happened, it was open, and '
'ou may be sure Tim was not long in find {
ng it out, and in going in and taking a
sh-hook, line and rod from among the
he found there. 1
Tiny Tim had no idea he would be do
ng anything wrong in going to the {