Connecticut western news., 1873-02-14
THE BOUND BOY,

THE BOUND BOY.
 "I don't care Y sobbed Julius Kings ley. '" You're real mean-so you are p
 And he threw himself down on pile of disjointed kindling wood, in a paroxysm of childish rage.
 "1s that the way to talk to me P'' angrily demanded Mrs. Farley, bestow- ing a most cordially given box on eith- CT side of the doomed young victims head, "and you nothing on earth but a bound boyl I ha'n't no patience with you-and Job himself wouldn't have ]"
 "Gently, mother, gently. Whats the matter now?" demanded Farmer Farley, cautiously thrusting his sun burnt shock of hair into the wood-shed door.
 Matter P echoed Mrs. Farley. Why, just look here! Them wheels off the old wheel-barrow hysted up to the ruff, with the secondhand harness you bought O Deacon Silsbury and the strips for the new rag carpet-and all the wood tumbled down, higgledy-pig- gledy, to make room for it. And the hens ant fed, and the COWS ant gone after-and there ant nothin' done that ought to be! I tell you ha'n't no pa- tience with his experiments and his tricks. 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 down-drooping head. He was Q bright looking boy of about thirteen, with dark gray eyes and thick brown hair, which hung over a square low forehead; and as he walked he clench- ed his boyish hands until the nails in- dented the flesh in crescent-shaped marks.
 "I.won't stand it P muttered Julius to himself. They've no business to treat me so." -. And then the wrathful mood subsided ln some degree, as he remembered the many deeds of kindness that he had re- ceiyed from both MT. and Mrs. Farley the care in sickness, the neatly mend ed 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 the wooden toys his ingenious Jacknife furnished the most marvellous of creation.
 T suppose I am trial, sighed Ju- hus; "but she needn't have torn all my machinery down; and then to box my ears, too!'
 It was rather derogatory process to the boyish dignity of thirteen. -
 You ant in earnest about his SUD- per, mother ?" said Farmer Farley. as they sat down to the well-spread eve ming board.
 "Yes, I be. Have some quince sass, Alice?
 Remember he's a growth boy B pleaded her husband.
 'fI can't help that; he's got to learn to behave himself. There an'tno other way of managin' him. It was onlyyes terday he blowed the top off my best presarvin' can, to show Alice how a steamboat worked; and last week I most got poisoned with bottle O some stuff he'd got tucked " on the shelf, that took for vinegar
 Sulphuric acid, mother" said little Alice. "It was to"
 don't care what it was for" inter- rupted the farmers wife. "Julius can behave we'll enough when he's o 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. .Jullns Kingsley went supperless to hls room, but before he had begun to undress soft knock came to his door. and Alice's voice whispered:
 "Julius! Julius!'
 "What is it ?"
 Open the door. I've got piece of peach-pie for you, and two rusks. and . bowl of milk"
 "But what will your mother say, Alice ?' - = S''s ." She's gone to Mrs. Badgers, and she thinks I'm in bed, but got up and dressed myself. I couldn't sleep, Ju- Illus, thinking how hungry you must
 And she nestled down close at the bound boys side, as he eagerly de- youred the supper which she brought him.
 "I ,oas hungry, Alice," said Julius, as he took long draught of milk, ''and you're good little thing. I'll do as much for you some day"
 Alice laughed.
 Julius"
 That no sign you never will. ,"
 Mrs. Farley, secretly relenting in the depths of her mother1y heart, gave Ju- Illus the brownest cakes and the iuciest bit of meat for his breakfast the next morning. He'll behave himself now, I guess, '' she thought; but in this she was mis- taken.
 Julius "did up" his chores in the shortest possible period of time that af- ternoon, when Mrs. Farley had betaken herself to the Sewing Circle with little Alice, and the farmer was gone to the nelghboring village, and applied him. self with more zeal than discretion to the further prosecution of the experi- ment that had ended so disastrously for the preserving can.
 '"The tea-kettle isn tof glass, thought Julius, ''and know I can make Int work" ''''''
 Vain unction to lay to his soul: for just as that experiment, whatever it happened to be, reached the culmina- ting point, up flew the tea-kettle from the stove, tortured by much caloric and