Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1873-05-07
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The Bound BOy.

II Oon care SOOOeu JULIUS Mugs
ley. you're real mean-so you are -
And he threw himself down on a pile
of disjointed kindling wood, in parox
ysm of childish rage.
els that the way to talk to me : an
grily demanded Mrs. Farley. bestowing
a cordially given box on either side Of
the doomed young victims head, "and
your nothing on earth but bound hoy
1 ha'nt no patience with you-and job
himself wouldn't have"
Gently, mother gently. What's the
matter now p demand Farmer Farley
cautiously thrusting his sunburnt shock
of hair into the woodshed door.
Matter" echoed Mrs. Farley. why
Just look here. Them wheels off the old
wheel barrow hyated up to the ruff, with
the second hand harness you bought o
Deacon Silsbury. and the strips for the
new rag carpet-and all the wood tum-
hled down higgledy piggledy, to make
room for it. And the hens ain fed, and
the cows amt gone after-and there
amt snothin' done that ought to De.
tell you ha INT no patience with his ex
periments and his tricts. Get up julius,
this minute, and go for the cows ; and
not a blessed mouthful of supper will
you get this night"
Julius Kingsley obeyed sulkily. and
with housekeeping head. He was a
bright looking boy of about thirteen
with dark gray eyes and thick brown
hair, which hung over a low square fore
head and as he walked he clenched his
boyish hands, until the nails indented
the flesh in crescent shaped marks.
II won't stand it :" muttered Julius 10
himself. ."They've no business to treat
me so.''
And then the wrathful mood subsided
in some degree, as he remembered the
many deeds of kindness he had received
from both Mr.. and Mrs. Parley-the care
in sickness, the neatly mended clothes
the many little tokens of watchfulness
so new and grateful to the orphan boy ;
and little Alice, too, who trotted at his
heels when he went to gather apples in
the orchard, and thought of the wooden
toys his ingenious jack knife furnished
the most marvellous of creation.
Il suppose am trial. sighed Julius
but che needn't have torn all my machin
cry down and then to box my ears
too"
1t was rather derogatory process to
the boyis dignity of thirteen.
"You amt in earnest about his supper
mother :" said Farmer Farley. as they
sat down to the well spread and evening
board
yes, l be. Have some ounce sass
Alice :"
Remember. he's CROWN boy plead
ed her husband.
al can't help that he's got to learn
to behave himself. There amt no other
way of managin' him. 1t was only yes
terday he olowed the top off my best
preservin' can, to show Alice how a
steamboat worked and last week,
most got poisoned with bottle O. some
stuff he'd tucked away on shelf, that ]
took for vinegar"
"Su.phuric acid, mother" said little
Alice, ut was too"
IL don't care what it was for" inter
rupted the farmers wife. Julius can
behave we'll enough when he's mind to
and he's got to-"
And the farmer knew from the way
his wife compressed her lips together
that she was in unmitigated earnest.
Julius Kingsley went supperless to hlf
room, but before be had begun to undress
a soft knock came to his door and Alice's
voice whispered:
Julius Julius y
"What is it p
"Open the door. I've got a piece ol
peach pie for you, and two rusks, and
LouI of milk