Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1874-10-17

Alice laughed. -g r.u saat!a 90, .i.,
II don't get into scrapes like you,
julius" I a.t r.i,t.qun .7.fi ,
"That's no sign youlnever will" .; (.
Mrs. Farley, secretly rslenting in the
depths of her motherlynheart. gave JUL
ius the brownest cakes and, the jucisst
bit of meat for breakiaAtthe next MORN
ing. a' ,..i -4d. r1g 0. ,.a- a.l
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
afternoon, when Mrs. Farley had be-
taken herself to the sewing circle with
Alice, and the farmer was going to the
neighboring village, and applied himself
with more zeal than discretion to the
further prosecution of the experiment
that had ended so disastrously for the
preserving can.
"The teakettle isn't glass" thought
julius, "and I know I can make that
work"
Vain JUNCTION to lay to his soul! for
just as that experiment, whatever it
happened to be, reached the culminat-
ing point, up few the teakettle from
the stove, tortured by two much caloric,
and bang went the lid right into the
dresser cupboard that held Mrs. Par
ley's best set of china.
Julius stood staring aghast at the
ruins. All housekeepers have their
idols, and this new iron-stone" set
was Mrs. Parley's. The teapot lay
noiseless and demolished before his
eyes, three cups were broken, and the
handle was dashed off from the cream
pitcher, while the knob was neatly
clipped off the sugar bowl.
Julius only paused for one glance at
the general ruin, then he turned and
ingloriously fed from this Waterloo of
his scientific efforts.
And the next day all Bickerton knew
that Farmer Parley's bound boy had
run away, after first demolishing all of
Mrs. Parley's china out of sheer revenge,
because she had boxed his ears the day
before.
"I always knew that boy wouldn't
come to good" said Deacon Jones.
"There was q vicious look in his
eyes," croaked Miss Lavinda Denham,
and I only wonder that he did not set
fire to your house or burn you all in
your beds"
But little Alice cried bitterly, and
treasured more tenderly than ever lit
tie goggle-eyed doll, with arms out of
all proportions and feet several degrees
larger than her head, which was the
wooden exploit julius had presented to
her.
"I'll never have another bound boy"
asserted Mrs. Farley.
\
Well. well," sighed the farmer
chow times does slip away from us, to
be sure! Alice is nineteen to-day, and
it don't seem right she should be away
from us on her birthday. She's been
three months in the city now, WIFE"
Yes" said Mrs. Farley, nodding
her head, sagely, "and I don't believe
she'll come home alone either, neither"
"Ehw the farmer opened wide his
blue eyes. "You don't s'pose she's en-
gagged to that Mr.. Clinton ?" a.a
"You men are so slow to put two
and two together" said Mrs. Farley,
with a conscious smile. "rve sus-
picioned it this long while, and Mrs.
Carter writes that half the young ladies
in Boston are envying our little country
girl. Only think! Won't it be nice to
have our Alice a rich lady, living in a
big house in Boston," H
Mr.. Farley stared steadfastly at the
fire.
"Who is he, any way?" he asked in
o troubled voice. "She's all the child
we've got, wife. We can't give her to
man without knowing who and what
he is"
"You needn't worry" said his wife,
with the superior calmness of one who
is posted. He's as steady going as
you be yourself-at least, SO Mrs. Car
ter writes-and he's an inventor, what
ever that may be. Anyway, he made q
great fortune out of patent he's sold
to the Government. Alice won't have
to work all her days as hard as I have
done, and that's one comfort"
And when Alice's shy letter, which I'M