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

must either yet up ON that table ana
sit stili, or 70 to he'd. Make up you
mind, quick"
1t was Saturday evening aud In 81
that long June day. the poor woman
had no; been able to tiud ! n,oment 81
time in which to fry the weekly zines,
Of dougbnuts. t3he was Yankee
though she did tive IN the West.) II
wss hard to slave all day. and be Oh.
lieed 70 do her cooking after dark, . nd
II was no wonder that she was cross.
On her feet from morning I'LL night,
every bone In her body scheL with
fatigue.
Poor Totnn.ie gave little Sigh, and
seated himself on one cOEner Of the
table, resolving IN be very good, and
not speak werd. so for half . min.
ute the work went orr in silence. Al
last his anxiety got the better Of his
prudence. "Don't forget my msD,
mother :"
ibid I ever forget it,"
mo. You wouldn't forget It this
time. would you ?"
"No." The little word came out
with an impatient jerk. but Tommie
was satisfied.
1t Was such fun r. ses the unresist-
ing mam plunged into the boiling let.
III he was really man. he'd scream.
woultln't he, mother ~
Like enough
See! His legs are done. His
flead's brown, too! o mother! fish
him out fish him OUT" aud amid
much eplattering ofEresse. the brown
'e was laid upon the platter. reeking
with oily perspirstion.
I'm bite you, cir. when sou get
cold. II he Was . really man, we
wouldn't bite him. would we?'
-~e--S1r cUOsUO
"Rnt they do somewherrs. Ike told
ne. You wouldn't eat man. would
>ou, mother -
"No."
"You wouldn't even taste Of . little
eenty one, would you?"
"Tommic Leonard! II sou don't stop
alkiOg, you shall 20 10 bed. You'll
trive me crssy with your foolish ques-
IONS"
Go to bed not he. indeed. II he
,Duld heipit. He wondered what was
The matter with his mouth. and re-
olved To stop 1t with small piece Of
lis man. who had now arrived at .
omfortable stage of temperature.
'.Don't you est bit Of that tonight,
rammie.'
On. deas! that was very hard. He
put 1t down with look of disappoint-
,nent, and the inevitable why"
''Becauss I don't wish you to-
"Why not!"
"Brainard's dogm light come again"
Brainard's dog WIS huge inastiff,
Ne terror OF Tommie's waking. aud
occasionally of his sleeping, hours.
Would be come when was
aslsep?'
HE might"
"Come sitter my doughnu,:"
"Perhaps so.'
"I'il leave It down here then.
Brsinari's dogs m orfui naughty
dog
"Yes."
ibid God make Brainard's dox?"
"Ye..n
"Whst for"'
"Thst's more than know"
I'M ask him when ! get up to
heaven. II Brsinxri's dog gets killed,
then can eat some donyhnuts, cant
n"
"We'li talk about that when the
Tine comes. Run, now, and let grand.
pa unfasten your clothes"
"Oh, mother! can't your"
"No; my hands amt IT."
"YOu could wash 'em"
"Thomas Leonard! II I do wash
my bands. you'll be snrry."
That wss enough. OF went Tom
mite To grandpa, whose trembling Nm
gers wandered Tor long time among
the strings and buttoDs. without ac-
complishing the desired result. The
child grew impatient, for even going
to bed was better than standing still.
''Graudpa," said he. At length, III
God had .leaded you when you was
sick that sime. you couldn't undo my
buttons, could your"
mo, DEAR
III he beaded you should you be
glsd?"
II ought TO be" replied l,oor grand.
pa. "Ah. yes! ought to be willing
to 60, aud am..
"0od'H ssnd for sou when he gets
ready. won't be ="
"Yes."
"WhO will hs send ~
II don't know
"rhere's angels ub there. Johnnie
aud Charlie" 1.-TWO little brothers who
had gone t'efpr-l .are up there"
"Ies."
.':Sha!! y"u unbuit";s their jackei-:'
] hope not. iAaghr.i srAndp !, tug
Itng II the last heItiM,. tThere! a.,
10 bed now, and don't forget your
prayers
No. sir. ! say them all the nights.
| don't say them to any yt,niy, Just only
but God. It's right funny
'Isit?'
Yes. 'Cause be ds,n't let M, but
be just saves 'e,n sil 40 Till sou
come. He.got lots of mine saved
away. 1.sd tikes me.
Dues be? whyr
''Csuss l'm xood 70 him, and With