Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1873-05-07
"But what will your mother say,

thinks I'm in bed, but l got up and
dressed myself. couldn't sleep. Julius,
thinking how hungry you must be-"
And she nestled down close at the
bound boys side. as he eagerly devour-
ed the supper which she brought him.
Il was hungry, Alice" said Julius as
he took long draught Of milk, land
you're a good little thing. Ill do as
much for you come day"
Alice laughed.
81 don't get into acrapes like you Jul
ius."
That's no sign You never will"
| Mrs. Farley, secretly relenting in the
depths of her motherly heart gave Julius
the brownest cakes and the juciest bit of
meat for breakfast, the next morning.
"IIe'll behave himself now, 1 guess.
she thought; but in this she was mis-
taken
Julius did up his chores in the short
est possible period of time that afternoon
when Mrs Farley had betaken herself
to the sewin circle with Alice, and the
farmer was going to the neighboring vii
lage, and applied himself with more zeal
than discretion to the further prosccut.5h
of the experiment that had ended SO dis
astrously for the preserving can.
The tea kettle isn't of glass, thought
Julius, "and know l can make that
work.
Vain JUNCTION to lay to his soul !; for
just as that experiment, whatever it hap
pennd TO he, reached the eliminating
point, up flew the tea kettle from the
stove, tortured by too much caloric. aud
bang went tie lid right into the dresser
cupboard, that held Mrs. Parley's best
set of china.
Julius stood staring aghast at the ruins
All housekeepers have their idols, and
this new "iron stone" set was Mrs. Par
ley's. The teapot lay noiseless and de-
molishcd before his eyes, three cups
were broken, and the handle was dashed
off from the cream pitcher, while the
knob was clipped neatly off the sugar
bowl.
Julius only paused for one glance at
/ the general ruin, then he turned aud fled
ingloiiously from this Waterloo of his
scientific efforts.
And the next day all Briekerton knew
that Farmer Parley's bound boy had run
away, after first demolshing all of Mrs
/ ParIey's china, out of sheer revenge,
because she had boxed his ears the day
before.
Il always knew that boy wouldn't
come to good" said Deacon Jones'"
There was a vicious look in his eyes,
croaked Miss Lavinda Denham, land l
only wonder that he didn't set fire to the
house Or burn you all in your beds"
But little Alice cried bitterly, and
treasured more tenderly than ever, little
goggled eyed doll. with arms out Of all
proportion, and feet several degrees lar
ger than her head, which was the last
wooden exploit Julius had presented to
her.
III never have another bound boy
asserted Mrs. Farley.
"Well, well,' sighed the farmer, chow
time does slip away from US, to be cure !
Alice is nineteen to-day, and it don't
seem right she should be away from us
on her birth day. She's been three
months in the city, now. WIFE"
"Yes." said Mrs. Farley, noddins her
head sagely. land l don't believe she'll
come home alone either. neither"
"Eh - the farmer opened wide his
blue eyes you don't spose she's en-
gaged 70 that Mr. Clinton 2
you men are 80 slow to put two and
two together said Mrs. Farley, with a
conscious smile. 1--WE suspicioned it
this long while, and Mrs Carter writes
that half the young ladies in Boston are
envying our little country girl. Only
think won't it be nice to have our Alice
a rich lady, living in big house in Bos
ton
Mr.. Farley stared steadfastly at the
fire.
WHO Is he any way = he asked in a
troubled voice. She's all the child we've
got, wife. We can't give her to a man
without knowing who, and what be is
You need mt worry" said his wife,
with the superior calmness Of one who is
posted. Hes as steady going as you
be yourseif-at least, so Mrs. Carter
writes-and he's an inventor, whatever
that may be. Any way, he made great
fortune out of patent he's sod to the
government. Alice won't have to work
all her days as hard as have done, and
that's one comfort"
And when Alice's shy letter, which
implied far more than it told, intimated
that she was coming home under Mr..
Clinton's escort, the old farm house was
duly swept and garnished for the recep-
ton of the honored guest. Mrs Farley
nut on her best black silk, and the farm
er donned his butternut suit, which seem
ed to him az gorgeous as it had been on