South-eastern Independent. (McConnelsville, Ohio) 1871-1871, 1871-09-29
Youths Department.
THAT PHELAN BOY.

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4 whole story.
4 Mrs. Ives, that was Taddy's mother:
4 name, sat sewing in the parlor, and it was
f such fine day that the window was
+ thrown open to let in the sweet breath Of
the apple blossoms in the orchard, and the
T English violets that grew by the front
door. Grandma sat knitting in her easy
chair, and Rose was painting bunch of
trailing arbutus that looked so like the real
flowers it seemed as though you could
! pick them up from their bed of soft green
moss. 1t was so quiet in the room that
they all heard what Taddy said, and saw
!, what he did, though he neither heard nor
saw them He was sitting on the grass
plot just in front of the parlor window,
this little five-year-old Taddy, eating buns,
and singing to himself song that he had
caught from his college brother Tom, and
his mother, listening to the pleasant voice,
thought within her heart, Ny Idddy is a
darling! when the gate opened, and jim
my Pnelan came whistling up the walk,
with his old straw hat perched on the back
of his head. Jimmy was the fourth son
of Mike Phelan, who worked in gentle
mems gardens up and down street.
al wish that boy wouldn't come here"
said Rose, glanclng up from her painting,
1 i
shouldn't think you would allow it,
mother. Just hear Taddy call out,
'HHLI0P He is getting so rude that am
really ashamed of him, and that Phelan
boy is horridl"
"Hullo - said Jimmy, quite unconscious
Of the Young lady criticism and thrust
ing his hands into his trousers pockets, he
stood facing Taddy and the open parlor |
window. He wss a wretched looking |
little ragamufin, there was no denying it |
but then you could not wonder if you |
would only bear in mind that there were |
eleven more at home as like him as the |
peas in pod are like each other to be |
fed and clothed and the best that Mike |
and his wife could do, the feeding and |
clothing were of the poorest and scantiest |
kind. Indeed 1 suppose there was seldom
a day that Jimmy's stout little bread-basket
was comfortably filed.
"Whst is it ye're eatin', Taddy?" asked
Jimmy, after the salutahons.
"Buns," said Taddy, with currants in
'em"
"Gr me biteG"
Taddy shook his curly head. 81 tan't.
They'd make you awful sickP
"Ill risk it." said Jimmy, holding out
very dirty hand "Just one small little
bit, Taddyf"
No, SIR" answered Taddy, his mouth
crammed full. an My mother puts pizos in
her buns, an fyou eat just teenty tinty
bit it'll make you sick so you'se have to
have the doctor, and take palegolic."
"That's a liep said Jimmy, stoutly.
Il Why don't they make you sick if they're
pizon?"
"Oh, ,tause-tsuse-tause I'm my moth !
er's boy, and - what did you tome in
here for, Jimmy Phelans Nobody told !
you to, an don't want you, an | wish
you'd go of where you b'longp
"a want something to eat,n said Jimmy.
Then go'an ask your mother, way as 1
"She's off washing, and there amt !
nothing in the cupboard, cause looked" :
md Jimmy sat down on the grass. "Just :
e'me have one bite, Taddy." :
No, 1 shall not! My mother don't low
ne to give buns to PaddieslH :
Theodore Ives, you naughty boy, come I
nto the house this minutel' cried Rose, :
,utting her head out of the window. :
"No, l sha'n't," answered Taddy, COM =
,osedly.
Then will come and fetch you" said v
Rose.
"You tan't do il" rejoined Taddy, plant Q
ng his heels in the grass, and throwing Y
e6ant look over his shoulder. y
"Just one mite of a piece" coaxed =
Jimmy, in whisper; there's such -
plendid currant" = .
Il won't do ii" said Taddy, very rcd in u u
he face, nd if you don't go off Ill-Pll u u
IN double up my fist to you, l will, Just -
Ike that " and am ashamed TO say that H
e hit Jimmy blow on the side of his
cad that knocked off his old straw hat. " "
Taddy, want youl" u :.
1t was Mrs. Ives that spoke this time, !e
Orrowfully enough you may be sure, and ~ ~
ne little boy, hastily swallowing the last ~ ~
bit of his last bun, got up re- :!
~ ~
"WhatT she do to yeg" asked Jimmy p
nder his breath. "
Taddy shook his head. ~ ~
"Is it because you boxed my ears dye al
poseT' "
"Yes, and 1 guess-I guess she heard o. a.
le say pizOn and PGddy" -
"That's nothing" fa tn
" Yes, it is; my mother don't low me ~ ~
} say wrong stories and call names" - ::
Taddy came into the parlor hanging his n
cad so low that the curls fell over his N
zee like 8 yellow veil. Rose looked at al
i'm, and said, severely: an
A. L n
ou with q stick, Taddy Ivesi" tn
Mamma did not speak, but held out her 81
and to her naughty boy. Grandma al by
ost always had an excuse ready for his SD
tile misdemeanors, but looking askance OF
rough the veil of curls, Taddy saw her SO
nd faceAuite turned away from him, and Is
1t single word did she speak in his de- fol
nse. to-
Rose, tell Jimmy Phelsn to go to the OF
and ask Jane for some din tn
II" said Mrs. Ives. tai
Then she took white handkerchief out 10
her pocket, and put it over Taddy's We
outh-that naughty mouth that had told N.
s and called names. Teddy stood quite
ii while she tied the corners, but his for
art beat very loud and fast, and tears wi
thered in his blue eyes. He had never err
en- punished like this before, and it eff
emed the worst punishment in the world. la
tier the knot was tied, Mrs. Ives pointed eri
"Taddy's naughty corner" and thither we
e little culprit went, and sat down on wi
icket with his face to the wall. ruj
" That Phelsn boy won't go for his din lar
r, mother; he says he wants to come in the
d speak to you"
Before the words were out other mouth,
mmy Phelan had pushed past Rose, and VIII
rust his uncombed red head in at the "V
rlor door. "Y
It was grand room compared with the "Y
], smoky kitchen where the tribe of in
lelan cooked, ate and slept Jimmy had ay
dom seen grander, but that was moth an
3 so long as poor Taddy sat sobbing in hel
,orner of it. but
q If you plaze, num-" he suffered, "if sai,
u Place" suc
q Whist is it, my boyi"
q If you plaze, mum, I'd wish that We =
'uldn't tie up his mouth with banker gin
y; he didn't mean no harm, Taddy the
int, and Id just'slieve he'd call me Pad hol
s notr ron
Now I call that noble and generous in cur
nmy Phelan, who had never been taught Of
her good manners or morals, and whose orr
ms were full of hot Irish blood. But in cal
tie OF his pleading, Taddy had to be
nished as he deserved. He was kept in
, corner until the tea bell rung, aud as the