The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1874-11-28
The Babies.
BY GAIL HAMILTON.


do2 Railroad trains of chairs, and Prince
Butler, the dog, cannot be allowed on Sun |
day, that is certain. Star Eyes can be left |
to herself, for of herself is she never bois-
ferrous but Little Brooches esteemeth not
one day above another. He is fond of pic
lures, however, and will listen to reading
with an almost startling intentness, gazing
into the face of the reader with widc-eyed
eagerness, as if he drew.
with one long look Your whole soul through
Your lips, US sunshine drinketh dew"
A picture of Joseph sold by his brethren
serves as text for long sermon on
well, it must be confessed-on camels as
much as en- Joseph. Then l say, snow if
YOU will get me Bible will read you the
story Of Moses"
"The Bible is lost says he, solemny.
"Oh! no, think you can find Bible in
the bookcase"
"Yes," he says, with renewed and in
creasing emphasis, ''there has been Bible
lost out of this house. 1t says
"saw Young Anna faber come walking into
church !" "
Blessed and beloved apostle Sweetest
saint in all, the calender! Worthy success
sor of that disciple whom Jesus loved, gen.
tlest and tenderest CT all the sons of thun
der. l should not have dared to follow my
hearts promptings and class you with those
holy men Of old; but when, out of the
mouth of babes and stockings, your praise
is perfected it Is not for me to stand by
and say them nay
So Little Brooches is presently convinced
that it is a volume of Whittier and not the
Bible that is lost out Of this house, and he
starts off on a tour of exploration. Bibles
are not so scarce that they need take Sab.
bath days journey; hut his views are vague,
his mind is discursive and his search pro-
longed. Presently, after long silence, a
hollow voice resounds from some remote
fastness. "Cusnabe, don't care to hear
about Moses!' and the culprit hcaves in
sight with big kaleidoscope which was
put on an upper shelf in the dark closet for
the express purpose of keeping it out of HE
way. So that is the reason why ''Moses"
was soon nipped in the bud; but what pos
sessed him to go Bible hunting in Il clothes
closet?
And what feeling is it, what divides dis
content with the established order ofthings,
that makes him come in and throw himself
in chair with his back to the front and his
heels as high up the back as the supply will
permit? Is it physical or mental, nerv-
Gus or social sOlace that this attitude min
listers to his perturbed spiritf And what be.
comes of his clothes! Oh! his jackets !
Oh his knees Oh! the seat of his trous-
ers! "Little Brooches has gone out without
his jacket, and will certainly get his death
of cold" says Ann, holding up the mite of
garment she has found
"No, Ann, do you not see that is his
best jacket, and he has on his old one2"
His best! but what SCARED old veteran
it looks! And if this is the jacket, how,
then, shall the trousers appear? those eight
pairs which it was fondly hoped would bear
him triumphantly down the summer months
and through the Indian summer till the
nipping frosts appeared, and alas before
the ides Of August the daylight shone
through them.
becomes OF them. They are hung on the
pumphandle to be gently soaked over night
with the gentle rain; they float in the bath
tub; they are brought home tenderly by any
kind friend or faithful servant who may
have recognized them in the city park or
the village green. They are reconstructed
into footballs and butterfly traps and buck
cts for baiiing mud puddles. They crown
the heads of hobgoblins made out ef broom
sticks and other poles. 1t is easy enough
to see what becomes of the hats.
AT noon Little Brooches is dressed afresh
clean linen suit, new trousers, shining face
smooth hair, striped stockings we'll garter
ed up. new slippers pansy in his buttor
hole, a little stiff with the consciousness O
being well dressed, but a most appetizinl
morsel. 1t rains, but he has new pair o
rubber boots which he is DER anxious t
try, and his infatuated mother gives hin
leave to walk to the barn. To walk to tn,
barn by roundabout rambe through thu
garden seems to him but small stretch o
privilege, but by the time he enters tn
barn his clothes are so thoroughly dam
that when he emerges from the flour barre
into which he entered, as his first exploit
he is a mass of paste and the brave, brigh
clothes have to be ANONYMOUSLY and i'm
medately set to soak in the wash tub
What can you do His troubles seem t
come naturally, not wckedly. Even whe
for some real and heinous crime he is sen
prematurely to bed, he lies and means
ooh now my heart is broken He evi
IDENTIFY contemplates the situation not a
punishment, but affection. His busy litl
brain is all at skies and sevcns about caus
and effect, right and wrong, sin and suffer
ing. "Ann, says he, in strolling two hours
after the dinner from which he was miss
ing, Gam, have had my dinner!"
But Ann is non-committal, and say,
GLOW should / know whether you hay
had your dinner or not?"
"Was at the table, Ann?"
'No, did not see you at the table"
"Then of course have not had my dil
ner."
Would you vex this acute little reason,
by forbidding him the dinner he forgot
come home to, and cannot even now IL
whether he has eaten except by extern
testimony and abstract argument? We tai
no note Of time but from its loss, and
never loses any. Play is his driving ar
thriving business. School he stoops I
the sturdy old fashioned school of bool
and study and recess, but the city kinde
garten is an abomination in his eyes. "Car
/ tell Miss INDEPENDENTLY he alwa
calls his teacher, whining most piteousl
"Cant tell Miss kindergarten you wa
her to let me to come home when fe
feeble2' and evidently he has at this m
ment an overmastering attack of feebl
ness.
The mature male heart is easily impos
upon. "Baby in breeches is frail bud
says papa. ''It is too cold and wild +
him to go to school to-day" and Lift
Brooches rejoices greatly, but in one BIZ
hour the frail bud has vanished from sigl
nor appears upon the scene again for thre