Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1874-12-03
The Babies.
BY GAIL HAMILTON.

do? Railroad trains of chairs and Prime,
Butler. the dog, cannot be allowed on Sun
day. that Is certain. Star Ewes can be lef
to herself, for OF herself she is never bois
ferrous; but Little Breeches esteemeth no
Que day above another. lie is fond O
pictures, however, and will listen to read.
In. with an almost startling intentne.s
gazing into the face of the reader with a
wde-eyed eagerness as il he
With one long LOOK your whole soul through
Your lips as sunshine drinketh dew"
picture OF Joseph sold by bis brethren
| serves AS u text for long sermon on
well, II must be confessed-on camels as
much as on Joseph. Then | say. Now
II you will get me Bible, will read YOU
the story of Moses"
| The Bible is lost says he soemnly.
"oh. no, think you can find u Bible in
the bookcase
Yes" he says with renewed and in
crea>ing emphasis, ''therc as been a Bi.
BILE lost out OF this house. IL saws
J saw Young Anna Faber come walking int,
church,"
| Blessed and beloved Apostle. Sweetest
Saint IN all the Calendar! Worthy sue
| cessor of that disciple whom Jesus loved.
| gentlest and tenderest OF all the Sons OF
thunder. should not have dared to fol-
low my hearts Promptings and class YOU
with those holy men of old. but when. out
OF the mouths of babes and sucklings, your
praise is perfected, it is not for me TO stand
by and say them nay.
50 Little Breeches is perfectly convinced
that it Is a volume of Whittier and not the
Biole that is lost out of this house. and he
starts oil on tour of exploration. Bibles
are not 50 scarce that he need take Sab
i..,k
vague, his mind is discursive, and his
search prolonged. '.Cusnaoe. | don't care
to hear about Noses and the cuIprit
heaves In sight with a big Kaleidoscope
which was put on an upper Shelf in a dark
closet Tor the express purpose OF keepin @
lt out OF his way So that is the reason
why Moses was soon nipped in the bud;
but what possessed him to 20 Bible hunt
ing in 4 clothes-closet!
And what feeling is it, what divine dis
content which the established order of
things. that makes him come in, aud throy
himself IN a char with his back TO the
front and his heels As high up the back as
the supply will permit l. il physical or
mental, nervous or a social solace. that
TINS attitude ministers to his perturbed
spirit?
And what becomes Of his cIothrs2 Oh,
his Ickct>. Oh his knees, On, the seat
of his tIow~~rs. Little Breeches has
gone out without his jacket and will Ger
taiaiy get hi, death q cold.' saws Ana.
coming IN and holding up the mite Of
garment She had fOuud
NO, Ann. 10 you not see that is his beet
jacket. and he ha, on his old one?"
h!9 best. but what i SCARED old vete-
ran 1t looks. And if this Is the Jacket.
how then shall the trowsers appear? those
eight pairs which il was fondly hoped
would bear him triumphautlr down the
summer months and bear him through the
lndan summer till the nipping frost ap-
pearrd, but alas: before the ldcs OF August
the daylight >honc through them.
As tor his hats, III re Is no question what
becomes of them. They are hung On the
pump-handl" I" b, gently soaked over
night wtth the gentle rain; they float in
the bath-tuD; tn Y are 0roush nome tend
eriy by ANY AtuI friend or itithi.d servant
Who may nave recognized tucn on the
tuy Park or the village green. They are
reconstructed into footballs, aud butterfly
traps, and buckets for ba ling mud-pui-.
dies, They crown the heads of hob yobin,
made out OF bgoom-sticks aud other POLES.
1t is easy enough u see what becomes OF
the hats.
At noon Little Brccches is dressed afre.h
linen suit, new trousers. shinin. face,
smooth hair, striped stockings well garter
td up, new slippers, pau>y III his buttOu-
hoIc-t little sun with the cuu>ciouueS> of
being well dressed, nut Il most dppctiziur
mnr>eE 1t rains, but he has a new pa,r
oi rubber boots which lie j. DER anxious to
try, aud hi infatuated mother gIvcs him
leave To walk 10 the haru. 70 walk to the
barn by roundabout IA nble through the
garden seems u him but small stretch
rs,-tI. /. 4.
barn hi, clothes are SO thoroughly damp
mat when he euergcs from the hpGG- bar.
rel into which lie entered. as his hrst eX-
piolt. he i mass OF paste, aud the brave
bright clothes have to be ANONYMOUSLY
and Immediately set to SOAK in the WASH
tub.
What can You do: His troubles seem to
come Naturally. not wickedly. Even when
for some real and hcnous CRIME he is sent
premlturcly to bed, he lies and moan~
On. now my heart is broken" He eyi.
IDENTIFY contcnplate> the situation bot a.
punishment, but afiiiction. His busy Iit'lc
brain Is all skies and sevens about ca
and effect, right and wrong, sin and su.lcl-
ing
Ann says he, strolling in two hours
after the dinner from which he was miss
lug. Ann, have | had my Ginner?'
But Ann is non-committal and says.
''How should | know whether you have
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 din
ner.
Would you veX this acute little reasoncr,
by torbidding him the dinner he forgot to
come home to, and cannot even now tell
whether he has eaten e&cep. by external
testimony aud abstract argument: We
take no note Of time but from lis loss, and
he never loses any. Play is his driving
and thriving business. School he stoops to,
the sturdy old-fashioned school of book
and study and recess. but the. city Kinder
gartcn is abomnation in his eyes
Cant tell Miss Kindergarten" thus
he always calls his teacher. whining
mo>t piteou>ly.
Cant | tell Miss Kindergarten YOU
want her to let me come home when
feel feeble?" aud evidently he has at thi,
moment an overmasteriug attack OF Tee
blenesS.
The mature male heart is easily impos-
ed upon.
"Baby-in-breeches is a frail bud" saws
papa. 1t is TOO cold and wild tor him to
20 to school to-day" and Little Breeche>
rejoices greatly, but in one half hour the
pears upon the scene again for three, four.
five hours. and then blows in. ruddy. di-
sheveied, shouting, s.rong and altogether
happy. except for being blown in.
The well-beloved Professor Prophet
ble>ses the house with his presence, and
Baby-n-Breeches is warned beforehand
that he must not talk al the table. Ii
seems hard to put an interdict on those
sweet lips. but. mine own dear little boy
there is no way but this. Baby promises
faithfully, and puts on forty -horse-pow-
er-pre>sure OF silence. In five minules-
five hours to his waiting AMI seething
soul-he whispers, Mamma, can't /
speak now?'
No, sh-sh." saws mamma.
Cant whisper, mamma?"
mo! ship
"Mamma'-in an ever crescenso and
startlingiy audible whisper, 'Can't just
tell You there was skunk at the school
house to-day? Oh! there was, mamma.
| and he smelt awfulIy."
1t is a grievous and sore affliction that