Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1872-05-30

Pom her pure brow ever liuger,
While each angel is . singer,
Calling homo!
Charleston Courier
My Little NciEhhor On klcy.
BY RosELI.A RICE.
have to keep the window curtains
drawn all the time, for if don't I .riW
peep ont and watch Oakley, and his
dog Prince. Prince is 4 big, yellow,
rollicking Young dog, and lie is all the
playmate Oakley has.
Oakley used to wish he had IL little
brother to play with,-he said Prince
couldn't talk, and couldn't understand,
and couldn't sleep with him, nor read
in his little primer, and he'd rather
have brother than dog.
One morning early, this winter he
woke, and the room was warm aud the
lamp burning, and out in the kitchen
his grandma was getting breakfast, and
it smelled SO good that he raised up in
bed aud looked all around. His aunt
Becky, who lives over the river, was
helping his grandma cook, and his
aunt Rozana. who always wears red
flannel round her throat, -she was
there. He felt down to the foot of the
bed to reach his little nubbins OF PAN
falcons, and just then he heard fine,
wee cry of baby in the bedroom.
"Oh, my goody! goody!' he said
with big round eyes, and gave the
blanket fling, and his pillow toss
away to the foot of the bed.
g I'll see what in the world that is, "
said he, rs he tumbled out of bed on
his shoulders, and looking a. much
like little boot-iack as boy-baby,
he darted off in the direction of the
cry.
"Grandma," he saueaked ont, "t'ot
heard a baby cry!''
1T ,cos baby, Oakley" said she
smiling.
"Who b'longs to-vho's baby is it 81
said he, catching his breath.
"Ours, said his grandma, STOPPING
over to turn the steak.
"Jus' nv pas an my mas and mine
and Prince's!" said he bending over to
look in her face and nearly pulling her
apron of.
"Yes," said she, with feigned gray
ity.
"Oh dear! Oh, what'll I do9"
said he, in transport of delight, as he
pulled her apron, and jumped up and
down in his joy.
"Why, the first thing will be to
have your breaches on, and go and see
your little brother, and make him well
come"
81 don't care for my breeches, ~
shouted Oakley! "snow don't make
me cold. I don't want to wear them
they're too much trouble; Oh, what'll
DO? what'll I doe" and he was so
excited he jumped up and down, and
round and round.
Just then he heard his mothers voice
from the bedroom, calling, "Oakley,
come and see your playmate.
There was a flip of brief little shirt,
and transient glimpse of two pretty
bare legs, and Oakley was gone.
He sat Oh the side of the bed in q
crumpled-up heap, and his mother held
his hands while he sparkled over the
wee baby. He was very much excited.
He begged to feel of 1t, and promised
to touch 1t very gently. She was al.
most afraid, yet she told HIM to spread
out the palm of his hand, and she laid
the tiny baby-hand in his.
'What hand! what hand - said
he, It'll be SO nice to lead him by il
in the summer days, an when he gets
tired I'll let him ride in my new wheel
barrow. O mother, won't he be GLAD
to sec the new railroad bridge, and the
blinds to the 'cademy, and won't BIZ
like Prince, and won't he lire to ride
on Princes furry back, MAJ NV!
what nice, stout Land!' He took M
the little finger and Strengthened itout.
and said, "Pa1l say, See the mus.
cle!" won't he mother2 He-he-he
Does everybody know we've got baby,
s'pose mother2 Oh-oh what will i
do, you little wee dear, you9 Can't
you come out, and look around, and
see how you like things, eh?" and he
lay right over on the new baby, and il
screeched out like little mouse.
snake him squeak more, mother, -
more,-I like to hear it-punch him
there, like I do my doll, and hear il
he'll squeak more-that way-puncl
him. mother. -he-he!" and he thrust
his chubby fist into the tender breas,
of the baby rather roughly.
Grandma came and took the little
fellow away, and told him to get his
breeches, and she would put them or
him.
tell you, grandma, I don't want
any more of these little breeches," hi
whispered, as he drew her head dow1
to his face. "I'm big now, and NEAR
to have them made like my pas, will
buttons on 'em, and s'penders, ani
knife and pencil, in the long pockets
Give mine to that little wee baby.
grandma, folks ought to know bon
our baby ~ said he, suddenly, and h,
jumped off his grandma's knee, ant
ran into the bedroom, and snatched a
something to put on before he would e,
down street
The first thing that presented itsel
to his hurried hand was his mother
breakfast shawl. He whirled it over hi
head, and started, holding it at tn,
throat. He had nothing on but his lit
tic shirt.
"We've got baby! We've got
baby!' he shouted, AS he ran down th,
street, in the gray, morning twilight
He had only passed three or fou
houses when he met man to whom Il,
A"t-1y AHAl1tIA oCu VAC JOJ Au1 UlllU6S.
" why, Oakley Oriville is this Won
and in such plight?" said the famil
lar voice of his father.
~ wanted 'em to know it pa" chat
tered the shiyerlng child.
His father hung the shawl on his arm
and folded the boy inside of his warn
overcoat, and carried him home AM
dressed him warmly.
While the family we're at breakfas
they heard q crash in the pantry, and
on going in, they found Oakley hat
fallen from char and smashed an oil,
teapot in Which he kept his worldl,
possessions.
II only wanted to find cent" sal,
he, so could buy hat for the bah
before took him out in my wheel
barrow" His grandmother told hin
the baby had soft little head, and
hat would hurt it-that it must wear
zephyr hood
Poor little excited Oakley! he hant
led the baby 50 roughly that his grant
MI took him home with her. He foun
!, soft place in the top of it's head, an
wanted a plaster put on it, to make
''bc all hard head :" then he woul
try the muscle in it's fingers by pullin