The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1874-08-27

Such times as these can never last
My dear, you're looking splendid.
Good-bye! give dolly my best love-
You see don't forget her;
! Next time you're here, hope, my dear
This panic will be better"
a Fairy STORY EOr Little Folks.
had once young friend who was an
excellent little boy, but had several
small, but troublesome, bad habits One
| of these habits was leaving every door
open. Another was stamping on the
stairs. Another was waking up the baby.
Another was forgetting what his mamma
told him to do, or not to do. Another
was fretting whenever things did not run
smoothly.
Now just imagine what lecturing, and
reproving, and iault-fnding, there must
have been i'm house with little boy
and all these bad habits. My young
friend felt that he was very miserable
little boy indeed, as often as six times a
day; and though he did not think about
giving up any of his bad habits, he
thought that people were very disagree
able to make him so much trouble about
them, and often wished that he could live
where there was no fault-finding and no
scolding.
One morning he woke up bright and
early, and lay thinking i'm his bed. The
night before, he had fallen into deep dis
grace, and his mamma had not kissed
him when she said good night. Natur-
ally, he remembered this first in the
morning; but while he thought it over,
something very strange happened; for,
looking up, what should he see but a little
man sitting astride on the bcdpost, who
looked as if he was made out of solid
gold, end who smoked small pipe that
looked like gold also!
"What is your name? asked our boy.
"Nippetetucket!" answered the little
man, putting at his pipe.
"And where do you come from 2" asked
my young friend.
"From country where everybody
does as he likes, and nobody scolds,"
answered Nippetetucket. Should you
like to go thcre?"
81 think / should" cried the boy,
jumping up and hurrying on his clothes,
lest anybody should wake up and stop
him.
When he was dressed, Nipretetucket
motioned to the boy to follow him to the
root, and in some way they stepped from
the roof right into a country the boy had
never seen before, but which was cer-
tainly very beautiful. Here they walked
along very well together, till, of Il sudden,
Nippetetucket gave our young friend
tremendous box on the ear.
"What is that for?" asked the boy,
much astonishcd.
Hnl, ;,ntb;,c.tD coil N;nnaiotu,I.t
at is only way ] have: a habit OF
mine. like to see how astonished people
will look. Every one does rs they like
here, you know"
81 should think it was a very bad
way" muttercd the boy, and walked on,
sulky enough, till Nippetetucket proposed
breakfast; and taking out little stove,
a cook, and pots and pans, all looking
like himself, as if made of gold, he set
them on the grass.
"What do you like for breakfast? You
can have anything you like" said Nippe-
tetucket.
Our boy thought Il minute, and said
he should like hot rolls and poached eggs.
Then the cook made up a fire, and put on
her pots and pans and set out little
table for the two. But instead of saying
hot rolls and poached eggs when the cook
asked what they would have, Nippetc-
tucket said biscuits and sausagess.
"No, mol" said our boy. {" did not
say that"
Sure enough" returned Nippete-
tucket. "That is too bad, for we can
only give one order to- our cooks. But
you see have habit Of forgetting"
"a very bad habit, l think" said the
boy. "You ought to try and do better"
"Oh, we do rs we like here" said Nip
petetucket.
Just then, little bird began to sing
delightfully."-. Our boy had never heard
such music in his life, and he almost for
got that he could not eat the hard biscuit
and sausage.
But in the very middle of the lovely
song, Nippetetucket began to fret and
complain.
"Oh, dear! / have burned my tongue!
The coffee was too hot! Oh, dear oh,
dearp
"Do be STILL" said the boy, "and let
me hear the bird. What is the use of
scolding and fretting? That won't help
your tongue"
Il udNc ~ vi anu
ing. What right have you to interfere
with my habits i'm country where every
one does as he likes? don't care for
the bird. have heard him before. Oh,
dear! oh, dear! how | did burn my
tonguew
In short, he made il impossible for the
boy to hear the wonderful bird at all.
Worn out with so many vexations, our
boy laid himself down to sleep awhile,
and had just commenced charming
dream. when he was walked in fright by
a horrible noise; and jumping up, found
that Nippetetucket was beating in n
dreadful way on drum.
al should think you could let me sleep
half an hour at least" exclaimed the
boy, very angry.
"Oh,' said Nippetetucket. 81 always
want to beat my drum when ! see people
asleep. think it is fun. IL is habit
of mine."
"Thcn said the boy, az think it is a
pity that nobody will break you of your
bad habits, for they make you the most
disagreeable person lever sawp
" If that is your opinion" answered
Nippetetucket, "you had better 90 back
to your own country"
And in the twinkle of an eye our boy
found himself back in his bed, and very
glad he was to go there.