The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1873-05-23
THE Bound BOY.

Ic threw himself down on a pile of dis
,iuted kmdlmg wood in 4 paroXysm Of
childish rage.
is that the way TO talk to me?' angri-
j., demanded Mrs. Parley bcstowing cor
dianygiven box on either side of the doomed
oung victim head; ''and you nothing on
,trth but bound boy! l hair't no pa
tgnce with you-and Job himself wouldn't t
Llven'
Gently, mother, gently! What's the
Ilatter now p demanded Farmer Farley,
cautiously thuIsting his sunburnt shock of
hair into the wood shed door.
'Matterr' echoed Mrs Farley. ''Whv
just--just look here! Them wheels off the
old wheel-baTows hysted up to the ruff,
with the second hand harness you bought
o Deacon Silsbury, and the strips for the
new rag carpet-amd all the wood tumbled
Gown higgledy- -piggledy, to make room for
IT. And the hens amt fed, and the cows
amt gone after-and there amt nothin
done that ought to be l tell you | hain't
10 patience with his experiments and his
tricks. Get up, Julius, this minute, and
go for the COWS; and not mouthful Of
supper will you get this night
julius Kingsley obcycd sulllily and with
dropping head. He was bright-lookimg
boy of about thirteen, with dark gray eyes
and thick brown hair, which hung over a
low square forehead and as he walked he
cienchcd his boysh hands until the nails
indented the flesh III crescent shaped
marks.
II won't stand it - muttered Julius to
himself. They've no business to treat
me So"
And then the wrathful mood subsidcd in
some degree, as he remembered the many
deeds of kindness he had received from
both Mr.. and Mrs. Parley-the care in sick
ness, the neatly mended clothes, the many
little tokens of watchfulness 50 new and
grateful TO the orphan boy; and little Alice
too, who trOttcd at his heels when lie went
To gather apples in the orchard, and tho't
of the wooden toys his ingenious idck-kmfe
furnished, the most marvellous of creation.
Il suppose l am Il trial, sighed julius :;
"but she needn't have torn all my machine
ry down; and then to box my ears, too -
1t was rather a derogatory process to the
boyish dignity Of thirteen.
''You amt i'll earnest about his supper,
mother?" queried Farmer Farley, as they
sat down to the Widespread evening board.
Eyes. l be. Have some ounce sass,
Alice p
Remember he's growing boy" plead
cd her husband.
81 can't help that; he's got to learn to
behave himself, and there amt no other
way of mauagin' him. l. was only yestcr-
day he blowcd the top off my best prcsary-
in can, to show Alice how a steamboat
worked, and last week most got poisoned
with bottle of some stuff he'd got tucked
away on the shelf that took for vinegar.
''Sulphuric acid, MOTHER" said little
Alice. at was to"
Il don't care what it was for, inter
rupt,d the farmers wife. Julius can be
have well enough when he's a mind to, anc
he's got to- And the farmer knew from
the way his wife compressed her lips to
Cether that she was in the most unmitiga
ted earnest.
julius Kingsley went supperless to hi:
room, but before he had begun to undres>
soft knock came to his door, and Alice's
voice whispered:
Julius Julius ~
''What is it p"
'Opcn the door. I've got piece o
peach pie for you, and two rusks and /
bowl of milk"
''But what will your mother say, Alice?'
''She's gone to Mrs. Badgers, and sh
thinks I'm in bed, but | got up and dresse
l. vsslf. couldn't sleep, Julius, thinking
how hungry you must be-" And she nest
led down close at the bound boys side, a
lie eagerly devoured the supper which sh
lad brought him.
81 was hungry, Alice" said Julius, a
le took long draught of milk, land yO'
are good little thing. I'll do as much 70
YOU some day
Alice laughed.
u don't get into scrapes like you, JUL
Us"
That's no sign You never will
Mrs. Pmlcy, secretly relenting in til
Nellh Ol hCl lilollltI lltSlil, SslNC q tiAN
the brownest cakes and the juciest bit
meat for breakfast the next morning.
''He'n behave himself now, | guess,
she Thought; but in this she was mistake
Julius ''did up'' his chores in the shol
est possible period Of time that afterno'
when Mrs. Farley had betaken herself
the sewing circle with little Alice, and Il
farmer was going to the neighboring V
hge, and then applied himself with mo
zeal than discretion to the further prosec
tiUn of the experiment that had ended
disastrously for the preserving can.
''The tea-zettle isn't of glass" thong
julius and l know l can make that wcI
Vain junction to lay to his soul for j.
as the experiment, whatever it haPper
70 be, reached the eliminating point,
lew the tea kettle from the stove, tortu