New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1874-05-17

oaoy anu package OF candy. Ibis was
his idea Of intantile femininity.
Misfortunes never come singly. Neither
do blessings Nearly at the same time an
other piece of drift came floating across the
wide sea of humanity into the open arms OF
Daddy Dinkle. The piece OF drift was a
boy. 1t was the orphan child of an old
| classmate of Gustavus Dinklebach, also a
| preacher, who had died of consumption,
| and the poor father went across The river
| Of death with his eyes looking backward
| upon this world, on account of the little
| boy he was leaving. There wasn't soul
on earth to stand between the boy and the
| orphan asylum, but Daddy Dinkle. Daddy
| Dinkle accepted fate and the two young
| ones He took the children, Theodore and
| little Ned Wallace, and set up bousekeep-
ing, with the elderly spinster for his house
| hold goddess, her mother going along to
| save propriety.
These two children were Daddy Dinkles
wards.
That's the bones of my story. Now it is
ready to be commenced. Let us string the
bones together.
A little girl sat on green brook bank,
| idly splashipg with her bare feet in the
crystal water. A boy stood beside her,
| engaged ia the manly amusement Of throw
ing stoLes across the brook at dogwood
sapling some ways off. He was trying to
stone the bark off the dogwood The girl
had flashing, bright gray eyes, wide, So
| lutte mouth, white teeth and tanned cheeks.
| She was healthy, wholesome child, pleas.
an, to look at but not pretty. Oh no! The
| boy, contrariwise, was model OF bOyish
beauty, like golden-haired young god, or
something of that sort. Everybody who
| saw the two young ones said what pity
| the girl hadn't been d boy.
"Boys can get on without beauty" said
Mother Vaughn. "Girls can't. Boys have
everything; but if girl hasn't got good
looks she hasn't anything. WHAT pity for
| the child"
The children we're quarreling. They
were always quarrellng.
"Will you CO." says the girl
"No, / won't saws the boy.
Every well: then don't go either says
Thee, settling herself more comfortably.
Pm as good as you, and I've as much right
to run away as you have"
Girls can't run" says Master Ned SEN
cautiously.
"Can'ti" says Miss Theo, sarcastically.
Didn't beat you on dead race the other
day, and didn't Daddy Dinkle laugh at
you well for it, and tell you I'd beaten you
in the cODjugations from 'amo' to 'audire,
I'd beaten you in the multiplication table,
and now you were going to let me beat you
running Pretty boy, you! l wouldn't be
boy if had to be as stupid as that"
~ do know multiplication" says Ned.
How many are twelve times eleven,
then :"
Twelve times eleven had long been a
stumbling block to little miss, and, mindful
of that, she now brought it up as a sumner
for the race of the boy.
II know, but won't tell" said Ned, sui
lenly kicking pebble into the brook.
Theo clapped her hands and laughed out
right. 20, no, Master Ned. you know it,
do you9 If you can tell me how many
twelve times eleven are, will write your
next Latin exercise for you"
Cannon" said Ned, giving the pebble
a vicious kick. Il tell you what, missy,
there's one thing a girl can't do. She can't
be sailor and go around the world, and
that's what l am going to do. I'd rather
be sailor than to know how much ninety
nine times twelve is. Now, guess I've got
you"
But you can't conjugate amo to save
your life, said Theo, triumphantly.
warm. bright room. young lady
with brilliant gray eyes, firm mouth,
cheeks, sat Oh one side Of the cheerful fire;
opposite her sat a slender, elegantly hand
some young man, graceful as a picture,
with curling black hair, and eyes which
young women of sixteen adOred because
they were so naughty, rowing, brigandlsh--
wicked black eyes they were. People still
said what pity the boy wasn't the girl.
just opposite the bright fire, half way be-
tween these two, an oldish man reclined in
an easy chair. He had big, bald head,
and the expression Of face OF baby. The
young lady was Theodore, the young man
was Ned Wallace, and the bald-headed man
with The baby face was Daddy Dinkle. 1t
was Daddy Dinkle and his wards Daddy
Dinkle was lecturing them in his mild mon-
OtOnes.
my children, liberal learning will revo-
lutionize the world. The wisdom of the
ancients, yoked with the inventive genius
of the modern age, will draw the car Of
Progress steadily onward, overturniDg in
it's track the barbarism of the past and the
wickedness of the present. l have infinite
faith i'll the ultimate elevation of the whole
human race through the power of liberal
learning / believe that the golden dream
of the promised time is yet coming true in
this world, when men and women snail be
gentle hammered and honest, when no man
will have need to ask, who is my neighbor
and who are my brethren9 but every man
shall be every mans brother. To the end
OF Fastening this promised time, l have
given my humble life and labors, refusing
the emoluments which have more than once
been offered me. Mine was a nObler task
than to heap up money. Az nv favorite
Virgil so beautifully put it, 'NGjus opus
mOoe0.
ITO this work. my dear children, looking
forward with JOY to the day when your two
bright young intellects would take the
grand task of my feeble old hands, have
trained you. 1t has been the hope and
dream of my later years that you two child
rem would one day take my school and con-
tlnue it, training the future man, as l have
tried to do, to read the classics and love God
and his neighbOr. Theo, my girl, cOud't
teach you embroidery, but l taught you
Latin. II is my belief that you can read
Latin with any professor in these loose and
careless times. l couldn't teach you to
make wax flowers, but taught you liberal
learning along with my boys, and have
discovered with joy that your inclinations
and niue ran together, and you were ever |
the bli ghtest pupil had.
But it is not good for man to be alone. |
| have been a dreary old bachelor through |
my life; why, one now in her grave alone |
knows. De mOrtuis nil niSi bOnan,. We |
will not.speak of that. But |, a dreary old |
bachelor, testify that solitary life is not |
u good or pleasant life. God never meant |
people to be old maids or bachelors. My |
more than children, my two friends, who |
have made life less lonely for me- if, be-
sides continuing my school for me, you
could find it in your heart to walk through |
life together tell you next to my hope |
and faith that promised time will come, it |
has been my fondest earthly hope that be- |
fore my eyes close on this world, they will |
look upon you two as husband and wife.
Believe me, l know you better than you
know yourselves, and no other man or
woman can ever be to either of you what
YOU can DC tv each other.
He spoke with more than his usual mild |
energy, as he concluded. The girl blusbed
slightly, and cast down her eyes. The J
young man looked up first, with flash of |
MS brigandish, wicked black eyes. at the