Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1874-09-05

some candy, or Somebody TO play
with, he didn't care which.
Grandma, he said, straying into
the house. ''I wish you would dive me
| five cents"
what for, pet27 said grandmother,
who had been reduced to the verge OF
bankruptcy by Digglybones already.
81 want some tandy.'
cit isn't good for yOu." replied
grandmother. "SOme of these days
some lady viii say, why hasn't that
nice little boy any teeth' aud some
body Will have 10 answer, Because
his naughty grandma gave him so
much candy"
''Then can buy teeth like yours, "
answered Digglybones; II want some
tandy anyway"
But grandmother shook her head,
and that day she was proof against
teasing, although Digglybones teased
his best.
He found his mother equally un-
tractable, and then his busy little
brain began TO think; and he thought,
among other things, that WOsie had
some five centses," and if be gave
her that letter she would give him
. some of them. Grandma had said
that she would give two bits to get
that letter, and he was sure there was
( a good many ''five centsesv IN two
| bits; and visions of an unlimited
amount of candy passed before him.
He knew the school where Wosie
went, and was sure he could find it;
he had watched her 90 down the
street so many times.
So, without saying a word to any
body, he put the letter in his little
I jacket pocket and started of. The
letter stuck up SO high that it scraped
his soft skin, so he doubled il up and
crowded it down. He walked along
very complacently, with his ragged
straw hat on one side, totally uncOn-
scious that his face was dirty and his
hair in his eyes; in fact, he felt per-
fectly satisfied with himself.
By and by it occurred to him that
he was pretty hungry, and it was queer
that he did not find the high school.
"My daciousi" he thought to himself,
1 wonder if WOsie doesn't get awful
tired going to school," He thought a
little rest would do him no harm, so he
found a nice, shady doorstep, and sat
down.
"
to his pocket, he felt something hard
in it, and now being reduced to great
necessity, he much wondered if that
something hard wasn't something to
eat.
Perhaps" thought Digglebones to
himself, cit is five cents I dess it
is, and 1 dess Wosie would Just as
lieve dive it to me as not"
+,
mark of affection on Mr.. Affords part
than his inclOsing five cents TO Wosie
He opened the letter as carefully
as his clumsy little fingers could do
1t, and out sEpped-not something to
eat, and not five cents, but round,
firm curl clipped from Mr.. Affords
black, curly head.
80 dear." said Digglybones, dis
gusted.
He tried to slip it back again, but
his small fingers were sail thumbs, "
and slipped it down to the sidewalk
beside him; he thought, however,
that he had got it in again all safe,
and he stuffed the letter back into his
pocket, feeling rather dubious about
what Wosie would say when she
found that he had opened it.
Not being in the habit of borrowing
trouble, however. Digglybones dis
missed the subject from his mind and
started off again on his journey.
The further he walked the more for
cibly it occurred to him that it was
queer that he did not find the High
School; and the more certain he was
that he felt decidedly hungry.
These two circumstances together
caused Digglybones' spirit to descend
to zero, and putting his fingers in his
mouth and rubbing his eyes with his
dirty first, he began to cry.
For some time he walked along,
crying harder and every minute, and
nobody noticed him; but at last
brown eyed gentleman, who, perhaps,
had a half-dozen little brown eyed
children at home, stopped Diggly-
bones and said:
whats the matter, little man?'
Digglybones took his fist away from
his eyes to see who it was that had
spoken to him; and beng won at once
b. the kindly light of the brown eyes
he took his finger out of his mouth
and answered:
"Please, sir, want TO find the high
school; and 1 hain't had no lunch, and
I'm hungryr'
The last words came out with bel
low that would have made grand
mothers heart ache for her pet if she
could have heard it.
Hungry said the gentleman, who
could not suppress a grin at the ma
ture of Digglybones' complaint.
'Well, we'll my boy, we'll soon cure
that. Now tell me which high school
you wish to find, the boys or the
girls?"
This was a poser for Diggly bones,
who instantly clapped his fingers into
his mouth again to consider the sub
ject; and he came out bravely.
81 want to find Wosie," he said.
''Ah, hal" said the gentleman. rs
Rosie your sister?"
Digglybones nodded.
Take my hand" said his new
friend, land we will find something
to eat first. and Rosie afterward." J."
They walked along together very
cOnfidentially indeed; for the indis-
Greet DigglybOnes told the gentleman
all about Wosie's letter, and what
! grandmother had said, and what his
naughty eye saw at the parlor key
| hole, and the curl of black hair that
had dropped out of the letter, all of
which made the gentleman laugh so
uproariOusly that Digglybones was
profoundly astonished. He filed his
little companions pockets with cakes,
/ candy and nuts, however, so that the
/ little boy could not feel hurt at his
/ laughter, and took him to the very
steps of the high school
''Where is your letter, my little
man?" he said. "Let me see the curl. !"
| Digglybones took out the letter aud
shook it, but no curl fell out; then the
gentlemen took the letter and shook;
and all in vain.
''Why, my boy" he said. what
viii Rosie say to you? You've lost the
curl of hair
Digglybones looked a little puzzled
and worried for a moment. but his
face soon cleared, and he replied, very
calmly:
"Oh, Wosie can Diet another; his
head Is all covered with en-"
/ WhereupOn the gentleman took ont
his handkerchief and wiped his eyes,
and shook very hard; Digglybones
looking on wonderiugly.
just then a young girl came down
the steps, and the young gentleman
said:
eau you tell me # Miss Rose Still
ingfeet attends school here?'
Yes, sir, she does said the young
girl"
"Will you. take this little boy so
that he can find her:''
Certainly" she answered
"Good-by, then, my boy" said The
brown-eyed gentleman, patting Dig
/ glybones' head, and then, walking
away.
Perhaps he told his brown-eyed
children that night about the funny,
diriY-facel little hoY whom he nat