The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1873-06-04

Il don't care," sobbed julius
Kingsley. "You are real mean-so
YOU are!''
And he therw himself down on q
pile of dijointed kindiing wood, in a
paroxysm of childish rage.
is that the wsv to talk to me ~
angrily demanded Mrs. Farley, be-
slowing a mos; cordially given box
either side of the doomed young
victims head, and you nothing on
earth but bound boy? | ha'nt no
patience with you-Job himself
wouldn't have"
Gently, mother, gently. What's
the matter now ?" demanded Farmer
Farley, cautiously thrusting his sun
burnt shock Of hair into the woodshed
door.
Matter echoed Mrs. ParIey.-
why, just look here! Them wheels
off the old wheel-barrow hysted up
to the ruff, with the secondhand
harness YOU brought o. Deacon
Silsbury and the strips for the new
rag carpet-and all the wood tumbled
down, digglelypiggiedy, to make
room for it. And the hens amt fed,
and the COWS amt gone after-and
there amt nothing done that ought TO
be, tell you | hant no patience
with his experiments and tricks. Get
up julius, this minute, and 90 for the
COWS; and not a blessed mouthful of
supper viii you get this night
Julius Kingsley obeyed sulkily and
with down dropping head. He was
a bright looking boy of about thirteen
with DARK gray eyes and thick brown
hair, which hung oyer square low
forehead, and as he walked he
elenehed his boyish hands, until the
nails indented the flesh in crescent
shaped marks
II won't stand it," muttered julius
to himself They have no business
70 treat me so.'
And then the wrathful mode sub
sided in some degree, as he remem-
bered the many degrees of kindness
that he had received from both Mr.
and Mrs Parlev-the care in sick
ness, 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 ap-
pies in the orchard, and thought the
wooden TOYS his Ingenious jack-knife
furnished the most marvellous of
creation.
II suppose | am trial." sighed
julius; but she needn't have torn all
my machinery down; and then to
box my ears too"
1t was Father derogatory process
TO the boyish dignity of thirteen
You amt in earnest about his
supper, mother - said Farmer Farley,
as they sat down TO the well spread
evening board.
Yes, | be. Have some ounce
sass, Alice p
Remember, he's a CROWN boy"
pleaded ber husband.
Il can't help that; he's got TO
learn to behave himself There amt
no other way of managing him. 1t
was only yesterday he blowed the
top of my best presarvin' can, to
show Alice how steamboat worked;
and last week | most got poisoned
with a bottle o some stuff he'd got
tucked away on the shelf, iha, took
for vinegar"
"Sulphuric acid mother said little
Alice 1T was to"
Il don't care what it was for" in
terrupted the farmers wife. Julius
can behave well enough when he's a
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
his room, but before he had begun to
undress a soft knock came to his
door, and Alice's voice whispered:
Julius, 2, julius
What is it ?"
Open the door. I've got a piece
of peach pie for you, and two rusks,
and bowl Of milk :"
"But what viii your mother say
Alice 20
She's gone TO Mrs Badgers and
she thinks I'm in bed, but / got up |
and dressed myself. :couldn't sleep,
Julius, thinking how hungry YOU,
must be-
And she nestled down close at the /
bound boys side, as he eagerly de-
voured the supper, which she brought |
him.
Il was hungry, Alice said Julius,
as he took a long draught of milk, .
and you're a good little thing. I'll
do as much for YOU some day.
Alice laughed
Il don't get into scrapes like You I
10, julius"
That's no sign you never viii.
Mrs. Farley, secretly relenting in
The depths of her motherly heart. /
gave Julius the brownest cakes and
.he juciest bi, of meet for breakfast,
The next morning.
"Hell behave himself now, i guess.,I
she thought but in this, she was
mistaken.
Julius did Up" his chores in the
shortest possible period of time, that
when Mrs Farley had be-
aiken herself to the Sewing Circle
with little Alice, and the farmer was
gone to the neighboring village, and
applied himself with more zeal than
discretion to the further prosecutions