The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1872-11-21

triumphant expression In his black
eyes. the child aoun1ed the marrow
stairs, aud went Oh Aione To his little
bedFoOm.
The next day was Sunday. A gaia
day 70 Tommis. Tor Dandy and Besele
were hasnessed into the great lunbeE
wagoa, and ali hands went to church.
He gsaefaIly sst n mont to help (.)
about tho driving. and the ride wss "a
him delight from beginning to end.
It was pleasant TO 80 the vast flslds oi
waving corn and wheat; aud the
prairisa. covered - they were with the
Olossnming phiox. almost made the
eye ache with their crimson glory
But Tommie's were too busy TO ache.
They hadn't time. On, father, stop
Stop quick = he cried. i,npatisntly.
There's some tunbIe-bugs DO let
me get ball
No. indeed. What would you do
with IT,
L want to see them come out. The
little tumble-bugs sre al planted 10
there, father. Oh. .iear! you've mash
ed 1t, now. They'll have To- plant
some new ones.'
Don't talk 10 loud. going through
town. ssid his mother. "A great hoy
like you ought t. know better, i've
years old. next Sunday
'ls next Sunday my birthday 2
Yes,
'Some bays have presents when
their birthday comes. Shall Z have .
present.
'Dear me- exclaimed Mrs. Leonard,
impstientIy. I s'pt'se there'll bs no
peace now
shall I have present. father
4 don't know. See what . good
boy you can be-
just few words. so easily spoken,
but forgotten the next moment by both
father and mother They did not
mean to be unkind. They loved their
boy. The very 'toiling and Shaving
from morning till night that had
made them old before their time,
deepened the wrinkles In their faces,
aud tapparentiy) driven the sostness
from their hearts. was for him. But
they had no time for fondling and ca.
ressing. no time for . moments visit
to the little bedroom, to hear the
sweet lips lisp their evening prayer.
No; Tommic said 1t just only but 10
God. and ths good might kiss, which
he generally persisted In getting.
somehow, WAS often given with an
ungracious, Here! be quick. or
can't STOP
That week WAS long one to Tom
mie. His mother, sixhing over her
work und0n-, wondered where the
days went to, and wished they could
bs twice as long (tiough what would
have ts.come Of her IL they were. she
hadn't time to think); but the little
fellow, ss he trotted up the staircase
every evening. rejoiced that another
day had gone. Once or twice han said
something about his present, hui no.
body paid sny attention TO him. They
mara .t0o huAp--.. Nohodx dsaanasd h0x
the one thought he'd taken possession
Of his mind. His present! What
would they give him? He bad one
once. 1t was . candy horse; but he
didn't want candy horse now. No,
indeed. He was too big. Wall, be
could wait-n"t many more days now.
Thursday. Friday, Saturday and
theG--
And then. He walked up jubiIant,
sprang out Of bed with . jump. danced
into his clothes, and ran down staire.
Father, mother, I'm ready for my
present
His mother was busy over the baked
beans and coffee. The time wss iwop.
porune. but when did poor Tommie
ever hit upon any other?
Little boys mustn't talk about pres.
ents on Sunday sho oeaid. - she fast
ened the obnoxious buttons.
Its my birthday
L kr0w It,
Cant ! just look ., II. mother?"
The eager. anxious face, moved her
to pity. aud faint sense Of resnorse.
slt,., s,s ,,~x.<l = ,n0ss,art .cA h..c.rs.-
what to say.
Can't !, mother ?"
mo, you can't"
God wouidn't care, / don I b'lieve."
Run out aud tell father to come In
to hreak fast"
Tnmm!e ran cut. across the road, to
find his father mplacently surveying
his eighty-A ~ lot Of corn: He turned
~ he heard the little voice.
Father. bseak kfast's ready. Father.
cant just look at my present to
day ~
Your present! Whst present"'
why, it's my birthday. Don't you
rememhe-? I'm Ave years oldn there
the little figure straightened, proudly.
You said. you know. " I'd be good,
and I've been good !"
II said what. If you'd be good ?"
"You said I'd get . present. Did
you buy It at Chase ?"
Pooh! pooh! Little by. mustn't
expect presents every year," said the
father. thoughtlessly. Come, let's 20
10 break fast"
But rommie stood still, his little
hands clssped, and his large. black
pyes looking straight up into his
fathers face.
Didn't you buy me anything,
fat iher?''
mo. my son."
"You told \ lie! You told . lie!
You said you would II I'd be-go0d-
snd-l-was," and he threw himself
iown upon the gronnd, crying ~ n
HE heart would break.
His father lefs him, with = str .nRe,
uncomfortable feeling st his heart.
He really l"nged to take the poor, sob.
hing child into his arms, and kiss
sway his tears, giving hin the .'aure
promise Of . present on the
morrow. But how foolish that would |
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