Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1874-10-17
The Bound Boy.

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ley. You're real mean, so you arer'
And he threw himself down on q
pile of disjointed kindling wood in
paroxysm Of childish rage.
us that the way to talk to me% an
grily demanded Mrs. Farley, bestowing
a cordially-given box ON either side of
the doomed victims head, " and you
nothing on earth but q bound boyl I
hain't no patience with you, and Job
himself wouldn't have!'
"Gently, mother, gently. What's
the matter now?" demanded Farmer
Farley, cautiously thrusting his sum
burnt shock of hair into the woodshed
door.
Matter!'' echoed Mrs. Farley.
Why, just look here. Them wheels
of the old wheelbarrow hysted up to
the ruff, with the secondhand harness
you bought O Deacon Salisbury and the
strips for the new rag carpet-and all
the wood tumbled down higgledy-pig-
gledy to make room for it. And the
hens amt fed, and the COWS amt gone
after, and--and there amt nothin' done
that ought to be. tell you hain't no
patience with his experiments and his
tricks. Get up, julius, this minute,
and so for the cows, and not blessed
mouthful Of supper will you get this
night"
Julius Kingsley obeyed sulkily and
with down-drooping head. He was
bright-lookiug boy of about thirteen,
with dark gray eyes and thick brown
hair, which hung over low, square
forehead, and as he walked he clenched
his boyish hands, until the nails in
dented the flesh in crescent-shaped
marks.
81 won't stand it," muttered Julius
to himself. "They've no business to
treat me So"
And then the wrathful mood sub
sided in some degree, as he remem-
bered the many deeds of kindness he
had received from both Mr.. and Mrs.
Parley-the care in sickness, the neatly
made clothes, the many little tokens
of watchfulness, so new and grateful to
the orphan boy; and little Alice, too,
who trotted at his heels when he went
to gather apples in the orchard, and
thought the wooden toys his ingenious
iackknife furnished the most marvellous
of creation.
81 suppose am trial." sighed JUL
ius; "but she needn't have torn all
my machinery down, and then to box
my ears, too"
1t was rather derogatory process to
the boyish dignity of thirteen.
You amt in earnest about his sup
per, mother?" said Farmer Farley, as
they set down to the Widespread even
ing board.
eyes, be. Have some ounce sass,
Alice?"
Remember, he's a CROWN boy"
pleaded her husbsnd.
II can't help that. He's got to learn
to behave himself -: There amt no
other way of managin' him. It was only
yesterday he blow'd the top off my best
preservin' can, to show Alice how
steamboat worked, and last week I most
got poisoned with q bottle O some stuff
he'd tucked away on shelf, that took
for vinegar"
Sulphuric acid, mother, said little
Alice. It was To-"
"I don't care what it was forw in
terrupted the farmers wife. "Julius
can behave we'll enough when he's
mind to, and he's got to-
And the farmer know from the way
his wife compressed he lips together
that she was in unmitigated earnest.
julius Kingsley went supperless to
his room, out be1Ore ne had begun to
undress soft knock came to his door
and Alice's voice whispered:
"Julius! Juliusw .-...
"What is it"
"Open the door. I've got piece of
peach pie for you, and two rusks and a
bowl of milk"
But what will your mother say,
Alice? .....'
"She's gone to Mrs. Balger's and
she thinks I'm in bed; but got up and
dressed myself. I couldn't sleep, Jul
ius, thinking how hungry you must be-
And she nestled down close at the
bound boys side as he eagerly devoured
the supper whicn she brought him.