Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1873-05-28

: Little boy Blue, come blow your ho1n,
Sleeps in the meadow cows in the corn,
Where's the little boy tends the sheep?
Under the haystack, fast asleep
Sung Jenny Darrow 20 dear, Tinny, you
never were so crossl" she added, in an
other breath Her small stock of patience
was exhausted and she shook little Miss
Tinny, who screamed as Jenny placed her
on the floor. Somebody came whistling
along the gravel walk.
There, that's the new 'hand,' [ sup
pose, and no table set!' exclaimed Jenny,
springing to her feet E'Please do stop cry
ing, Tinny, dear Here, take my book of
portraits : take anything = only, you
wicked little thing do stop crying!"
Tinny took the book; of course she did;
it was just what she had been crying for;
and, while the big tears still rolled down
her cheeks, her mouth was wreathed in
smiles.
II just hope mother never will be in
Vited over to the ministers again to spend
a Whole day. Tinny's like an angel when
she's at home, but when she's gore, she's
hke-Well, anything but an angelo
All this time Jenny was Flying round"
as she would have designated her hurry,
to get the small table out. The steps were
silent, but she knew that the new shand"
was in the kitchen, washing before he
came into the dining-room.
II don't believe put a new roller towel
up, either" she said, partly to herself. az
don't care He's only farm hand, any
how, and not used to niceties, either, [
imagine. Here he comes, and [ haven't
got the bread cut, and Bridget is churning,
and everything goes wrong"
Jenny, in spite of her hurry looked up
with some interest when the new 'hand"
in fo+hor I, Id
him at the Corners, with his valise in his
hand, land" he added, che was such
nice, honest-looking lad, that somehow I
took to him at once, though he said he
was raw; but we'll teach him if there's
work in him"
The "hand" looked as if there was work
IN him as he entered, or, at all events, as
if he had been at it; for his face was red,
and there were circles about his eyes
where the heat had brought the blood. He
nodded, and Jenny nodded. There was
no need to do anything more, she thought;
he was only hand"
"Ill have you some tea in moment"
said Jenny, after an awkward pause
Mamma is out, and Bridget is churning, so
I'm rather late"
seating himself quite at his ease, and WHIP
ing his face with clean white handker-
chief
"a white linen handkerchief p said
Jenny to herself. "Well, I guess he i'm
AGNES himself somebody"
He in his turn sat looking at her as she
cut the bread, her hand poised daintily,
her bright cOuntenance thoughtful, until,
happening to look round, she caught SIGHT
of General Grants face torn in halves bv
the baby, the upper part looking piteous-
ly at her, as if appealing to her for pro-
lection
'You horrid little"-and away she flew,
snatched the book her Christmas present,
out of the child's hand, and ear-splitting
screams ensued. please, help Yourself"
she said hastily, and caught the hapless
baby up. When she reached her own
room, she placed Tinny on the bed, and
sat looking helplessly at her, feeling that
she had shown herself to some disadvan-
tage to the new ''hand," and haunted bv
the impression that he was laughing at
her.
Meantime Miss Tinny screamed till she
was thoroughly wearied out, and then she
fell asleep. Jenny watched the new
''hand" from the door to the road, threw
a light covering over Tinny, and ran
down stairs to clear away the dishes from
the table.
Boys are SO forward now" she said to
herself, remembering his cool and quiet
manner, her cheeks burning as she
thought of the way she had snatched up
poor little Tinny.
Tea time brought Mrs. Darrow. She
was little anxious to know how things
had gone through the day; but as the
baby had enjoyed long, refreshing slum-
Der, and, dressed in dainty white robes,
hoo
mortal baby with temper of its own
Jenny said nothing about her trials, only
''it looked so pleasant to see mother home
again" Mr.. Darrow came in
Il suppose there's no objection to the
boys sitting down with u.s." he said
The lads decent lad"
80 father, pray don'tr' exclaimed
Jenny. Let him eat his supper in the
kitchen. None of the people round here
allow their hands to eat with them.n
"Hlty-tltyP' said her father, laughing as
he looked at her; "our little girl is getting
fine notions, isn't she? Why, my dear, {
was hand once, as you cali if Manv,s
the day I've had to take nv meals from
the second table: and | had spirit of NV
own, too. 1t always hurt Now T don't
see why decent, tine-mannered bow like
this can't enjoy our tea-table; so I shall
ask him to sit down with us'
Jenny's cheeks burned.
'You don't know anything about him
papa, ;" she said, with spirit. "He may be
a thief"
90, no, not so bad as that!" said Mr..
Darrow, and called him in.
In spite of his being "hand" there was
something about the boy that compelled
Miss Jennie to respect him; but the fool
ish notions she had imbibed from her
thoughtiess school-companions colored
her speech and manners. She treated
HIM with a cool reserve that was almost
laughable to behold, and during all the