The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1874-12-04

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recognized them on the City Park or
the village green. They are recon-
structed into footballs, and butterfly
traps, and buckets for bailing mud
puddles. They crown the heads Of hob
COLLINS made out of bloomsticks ard
other poles. it is easy enough to see
what becomes OF the hats.
At noon Little Breeches is dressed
afresh-clean linen suit, new trousers,
shining face, smooth hair, striped
stockings well gartered up, new slip
pers, pansy in the button-hole-a little
stiff with the consciousness of being
well-dressed. but a most appetiZing
morsei. it rains, but he has a new pair
OF rubber boots which he is DER anx-
us to try, and his infatuated mother
yes him leave to walk to the barn.
To walk to the barn by 2 roundabout
ramble through the garden seems to
him but & small stretch of privilege,
but by the time he enters the barn his
clothes are so thoroughly damp that
when he emerges from the 1iour-barrel
| into which he entered. as his first ex-
plot, he is Z mass of paste, and the
brave, bright clothes have to be igno-
mirious,y and Immediately set to soak
in the wash-tub.
What can you do? His troubles
seem to come naturally, not wlckedly.
Even when for some real and leinOus
crime he was IS prtmaturely TO beG.
n mes and means, oh now my heart
IS broken" He evidently contemplates
the situation not rs punishment, bat
affection. His busy little brain is all al
skies and seTens about. cause and
effect, right and wrong, sin and suf-
fering.
Ann" SAYS he. stroliing in two
hours after the dinner from which he
was missing. Ann, have I lad my
d:nner?"
But Ann is non committal and says
How should know whether you have
had your dinner or not ?"
Was l at the table, Amp"
No, l did not see you at the Ia
bic"
Then Of course ! have not hid my
dinner"
Would you vex this acute little rea-
sUner by forOidding him the dinner he
forgot 10 come home TO and cannot even
now tell whether he has eaten except 10y
external testimony and abstract argu-
meut? He take no note of time but
from It's loss, and LIE never loses any.
Play IS his driving and thriving bust
ness. School he stoops 10, the sturdy
old-fashioned school OF books and study
and recess, but the city kindergarten
IS abomInatisn in his eyes.
Cant l tell Miss kindergarten -
thus ne always calls his teacher, whin-
ing 0 piteously. Cant i tell Miss
Kindergarten you want her TO let me
home when l feel feeble z" and
evidently ne has at this moment an
overmastering attack of feebleness.
The mature male heart is easily in
posed upon.
"Baby-in- breeches is 4 frail bud,"
says papa. 1T is too cold and wild
him TO go TO school today" and
Little Brooches r~ejoices greatly, but IL
une-half hour the frail bud has vanished
from sight nor appears upon the scene
again for three, four, five hours, and
then blows in, rudy, ~disheveIed, shout
ing, strong and altogether happy, ey-
Tor being blown II.
The well-beloved Prof. Prophet
Olesses the house with his presence,
and Baby-in-R reeches is warned before
land that he must not talk ut the table.
1t seems hard to put IN iuterdict on
sweet lips, but, mine own dear
little boy, there is no way but this.
promises faithfully, and puts on Il
.orty- horse-power-pressure of silence. ,
In five miuutes-fve hours to bis wait l
and seething soul-he whispers,
9 Mamma, cant speak now?"
mo, sh-sh ~ says mamma :
Cant / whisper, mamma"
"No, sh I"
Mamma in an ever crcScendO and |
audible whisper, Cant /
ell you there was u skunk at the {
,choolhouse to-day? Oh there Was, t
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