Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1872-03-20
The Forgotten Presents.

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The Forgotten Presents.
"Tommic" said bis mother, you must
either set up on that table and sit still, or 20
70 bed. Make up your mind quick
1t was Saturday evening; aud in all that
loDg june day, the poor Woman had not been
abe TO dnd a moment Of time in which to fry
the weekly " mes lf dougbnuis" (Shc was a
Yankee though shl did i've in the West1
Ii was bard to slay ali dag, and be obliged
to do her cooking ottcr dark, and il was no
wdnder that she w scfoss, On her feet from
morning till night, eyerv hane IN her body
acAod with fatigl i
/ foor Iommle gave little sigh, and seated
| hi1scll on enc corner Of the table, resolving
.t-n very good aud not sneak a word. SO
I for half minute the work went on in silence
At lat his anxiety got the better Of bis pru.
dence Don't forgot my man, mother p
9Did l ever forget it2"
No. You wouldn't forget it this time,
word you ?"
No" The little word came out with an
inpatient jerk but Tommie was satisfied
was such fun to see the uuresisting man
plunged into the boiling fat. If he was a
ren 81 man, he'd scream, wouldn't hemother ?'
Like enough
See! His legs are done His hc1ds
broFu. too o mother fish him out fish
biz out :" aud amid much spluueriug Of
grease the brownie was laid upon the platter
retling with oily perspiration.
III bite you SIR when you get cold II
nc vas really man, We wouldn't bite chin,
would WEI"
OF course rot"
But they do somewheres. Ike told me-
Ycl wouldn't eat man, would you, mother?'
No
You wouldn't oven taste Of little teeuty
Que would you %
Tommic Leonard if You don't stop
falling, You shall go to bed. You'll drive
me razy with your Foolish questions"
! 90 to bed not he. indeed, If he could
| he'll IT, lie wondered what was the matter
! witt bis mouth, aud resolved TO stop it with
a snail piece Of his man, who had now ar
rived at a comfortable stage Of temperature.
Don't You eat bit Of that to-uight, Tom
mic
Ga, dear that was very hard. He put it
down with a look Of disappointment, and the
incyitable 80 Why?n
Because don't wish you to-
Why not 2n
Brainards dog might come again"
Brainards dog was huge mastif, the ter
ror Of Tommie's waking, and occasionally of
bis leeping hours.
Would he come when | was asleep ?"
He might
Come after my doughuui ?'
Perhaps So
IN leave it down here then Brainard's
dog an orful naughty dog"
Yes
Did God make Brainard's dog2"
Yes"
What for2'
That's more than know"
ill ask him when | get up to heaven.
If Bninard's dog gets killed, then | can eat
1somcd1ugh1uts, oaul o.
Wen talk about that when the time
comes Run, now, and let grandpa uulastcn
your clothes"
"Oh mother can't you2"
No; my hands amt fit
You could wash EN-"
Thomas Leonard If 10 wash my
hands, you'll be sorry"
That was enough OF went Tommie to
grandfi, whose trembling fingers wandered
for long time among the strings and buttons,
without accomplishing the desired result
The child grew inpatient for even going to
bed was better than standing still.
Grandpa said he, at length, if God
had dcded you when you was sick that time,
You couldn't undo my buttons, could your
No dear
|. he beaded you should you be glad p
Il ought to be-" replied poor grandpa
All yes ought to be willing to 60, and |
am
"jod'll send Tor you when he gets ready,
wont he?'
"Yes"
"Who will he send 2'
81 don't know
There's angels up there Johnnie and
Charlie two little brothers who had gone
befcrel "are up there
YES"
Shall you unbutton their jackets ?'
81 hope not laughed grandpa, tuggug
at the last button. There Go to bed
nov and don't forget your prayers"
No, sir. say them all the nights
don't say them to anybody, just only but God.
It's right funny"
"Is it2r
! Yes Cause he don't let on, but he Just
saves EN- all away till you come. He's got
lots of mine saved away. God likes me-"
Does he? Why2'
" Cause I'm good to him. and with q iri-
umphant expression ia his black eyes, the
child mounted the narrow stairs, and went of
to bis little bedroom.
The next day was Sunday. \ gala.day to
Tomme, for Dandy and Bessie we're har
messed into the great lumber wagon, and all
hands went to church. He generally sat in
front to help (2) about the driving, aud the
ride was to him a delight from beginning to
eud. 1t was pleasant TO see the vast fields Of
waving corn and wheat; and the prairies,
covered as they were with the blossoming
tphlox, almost made the eye ache with their
crimson glory. But Tommie's were too
busy to ache. They hadn't time. q" Oh
father, stop Stop quick !" he cried, i'm
patiently. There's some tumble-bugs Do
let me get a ball"
No, indeed. What would you do with
it?p
want to see them come out. The little
tumble-bugs are all planted in thorc father
Oh, dear you've mashed it, now. They'll
have to plant some new ones"
Don't talk so loud, going through town"
said bis mother. "a great boy like you
ought to know better,-dye years old, next
Sunday"
"Is next Sunday my birihday2"
yes"
Some boys have presents when their
birthday comes. Shall have present2'
Dear me 4" exclaimed Mrs Leonard, i'm.
patiently, 81 s'pose there'll be no peace
now"
Shall | have a present, father ?"
81 don't know. See what good boy you
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