Carson daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1873-1877, 1873-04-11
1 WOULD L WE'RE a BOY AGAIN.

L WOULD WE'RE \ BOY AGAIN.
| Oh the blissful days :" when life
seemed formed of sunny years -
when all was joy and innocence /;
when bad boys had button lotteries
and pitched cents at a mark when
good boys wended their happy way
to the Sabbath School and were not
tempted to join the gangs of little
freckle- faced Paddles who were scall-
ing around on an old door in flood
ed cellar when re used to sit on
dear green bench ard sing the songs
and spell the words of innocence,
and bad boys munched the contra
band chestnut and gave wicked pro-
ru sion to the mischievous spit ball;
when US good boys went regularly
to school while the children of sin
played hockey, those were the times
of which we are delightfully."- remind
ell as we read this touching narrative
from n late number of the Literary
J3urnui:
new ,tSABIAN,:A.
The man looked at his boy proudly,
sterulv, sorrowfuiiy. The lad looked
into his father face sadly, exultingiy,
heroically. 1t was 9 living tableau no
artist could reproduce. Billy said
TIL father, sravcly, 1t took your mother
and sister to church yesterday" Yes,
sir Aui left You to see 10 ii.e
things" Yes, sir, replied the boy.
gazing oat through the window at the
ticker a.; !; hitched down IT, gate-post.
ana finally dropped into grass with 4
shriil cl.l.p- And :ou didn't water
the pigs ~ . GOO, Oh, sir, Gee
roody Ga, me! Lawsy, hwsy MT y
The slender s@ion Of an apf!e tree rose
and fell in the hand Of Mr.. Coulter, and
Up from ths jacket uf the lad, Ike III
c-lis. from an altar. rose rlo;.i of dust,
mingled with the nap Of jeans. Down
II tile young Tt!0Ttr % the meadow the
Ink "Iii Spurrows san, cn"erily the
gnats and flies danced up and down il
the sunshine, the fresh soft leaves of the
vines rustled, and all was merry indeed
Biily's eyes turned up towards the face
OF his father i'll appealing agony, but
still with 4 sharp hiss the switch cut the
air, falling steadily and Inercilessly on
his shoulders. And along the green
banks of the river the willows shook
their shiny fingers at the lifting fog, and
the voices OF children going by to school
smote the sweet May wind. "Oh, pap, |
I'll not forget the pigs no more -
''Spect you won't heather" The wind
by IL Sudden puff, lifted into the room a
shower Of with bloom petals from sweet
apple tree, letting them fail gracefully
upon the patchwork carpet, the while Il
ploughnliin whistled piaiutively in dis |
tant field. Dutch ! Csackee Oh, pap,
p.pG' Shut your mouth, ri I'll spli: /!
you TO the backbone" How many de- /
H5htful places in the woods, how many !
cool spots beside the murmuring river, !
would have been more pleasant to Billy !
than the place he then occupied. "Oh, |
Inc, oh, me y yelled tie lad Still the
dust rose and danced in the slanting it
of sunlight that fell across the room, and
the hens out ut the barn cackled and
sang for joy over new eggs laid in choice
places. At one time during the falling
of the rod the girl quit washing, and,
thrusting her head into the kitchen, said
in subdued tone, MY land, ain Bill
get in an awful one p You're mighty
right" replied the mother, svlemnly.
Along towards the last Mr.. Coulter tip
toed at every stroke. The switch actually
screamed through the air as it fell. Billy
danced. Now go sir - cried the man
tossing the frizzled stump of the CAD at
the window. go, now, and the next
time you water them pigs" And, while
the finch poured out a cataract of melody
from the locust, he went. Poor boy,
that was terrible thrashing, and, to
make it worse. it had been promised to
him the evening before, SO that he had
been dreadins it and shlvering over it all
night. Now. as he walked through the
breakfast room his sister looked at him
in commissioning way, but. on pass
ing through the kitchen, he could not
catch the eye of his mother. Finally,
he stood in the free, open air, in front
Of the slddle-closets. 1t Was just then a
speckled rooster on the barn-yard fence
Topped his wings and crowed vocifer-
ously. A turkey-cock was struttingl
upon the grass by the old cherry tree.
Billy opened the door of the closets.
8 A boys will is the winds will, and the
thoughts of youth, are long, long
thoughts. Billy peeped into the closet
md then cast u glance about him, as if
% see if anything was near. At length,
Turing pleasant hull in the morning
Wind, and while the low, tenderly mel
ow flow of the river was distinctly aud
BILE, and the song Of the finch increased