The Portland daily press., 1873-03-31
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The man looked at his boy proudly, sternly,
sorrowfully. The lad looked into his fathers
face sadly, exultingly, heroically. 1t was
living tableau no artist could repr, duce.
"BiIiy,D said the father, gravely, u took
your mother and sister 10 church yesterday.
Eyes, sir" and LETT you to see to the tnines.
eyes, sir,' replied the boy, gazing our
through the window at the flicker as II hiten- 20
ed down the gate-post, and finally dropped in-
to the grass with q shrill chilp. And you
didn't water the pigs?, 80 90! oh, sir
Geeroody! oh, me! Lawsy, lawsy meP
The slender scion of an apple tree rose and
fell in the hand of Mr.. Coulter, aud up from
The jacket of the lad, like incense from an al
tar, rose cloud OF dust, mingled with the
nap of jeans. Down in the young clover Of
the meadow the lark and sparrows sang
cheerily, the guats and flies danced up and
down in the sunshine, the fresh soft leave,
of the vines rustled, and all was merry in
deed. Billy's eyes turned up towards the
face of his father in appealing agony, but
still with a sharp hiss the switch cut the air.
falling steadily and mercilessly on his should.
| eIs. And along the green banks of the river
the willows shook their shiny fingers at the
lifting fog, and the voices of the children 90
| ing by to school smote the sweet May wind.
"Oh. pap. I'll not forget the pigs no morep'
aspect you won't, neither" The wind. bv
sudden puff, lifted into the room shower
of white bloom petals from sweet apple
tree, letting them fall gracefully upon the
patchwork carpet, the while a ploughman
whistled plaintively In a distant field. "Outch !
Crackeel Oh, pap, papp shut your mouth,
r I'll split you to the backbone. How many
delightful places in the woods, how many
cool spots beside the murmaring river, would
have been more pleasant to Billy than the
place he then occupied, "Oh, mel oh, meF
yelled the lad. Still the dust rose and dane
ed in the slanting jet of sunlight that fell
across the room, and the hens out at the
barn cackled and sang for Joy ov-
er new eggs laid in choice plac-
es. At one time during the falling Of
the rod the girl quit washing, and thrusting
her head into the kitchen said, in sabdued
tome MY land, amt Bill gitten' an awful
oneT: "You're mighty right" replied the
mother, solemnly. Along towards the last
MIR. Coulter tiptoed at every stroke. The
switch actually screamed through the air az
IL fell. Billy danced. "Now 90, sirr' cried
the man, tossing the frizzled stump of the
gad out at the window. ''Go now, and the
next time you water them pigs" And,
while the finch poured out cataract Of mel
ody 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 ne had been dreading
it and shiyering over 1t all night. Now, az
he walked through the breakfast-room, his
sister looked at him ina commisserating way,
but, on passing through the kitchen, he
could not catch the eye of his mother. Fl
nally he stood in the Tree, open air, in front
of the saddle-closet. 1t was just then
speckled rooster on the barn yarn fence
Topped his wings and crowed vociieroasly.
BY the old cherry tree. Billy opened the
door of the closet. "a bows will is the