The tribune. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1874-1876, 1875-06-30
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1" Grandpa"

He came along from the East with his
son and his sons wife and three chill
dl en-, and they were waiting at the
Michigan Southern depot for train.
One of the children, boy of thirteen,
seemed chucked full of ugliness. His
father was up town and his mothers
word had no effect upon him. He would
pound on the windows, run out doors,
make faces at people and use impudent
language when spoken to. Grandpa, a
man of eighty or thereabouts, with
snowy hair and cracked voice, watched
the boys antics for some time, and
finally said:
"See here, Helen, do you see how
that boy is acting up?"
eyes, but I can't do anything with
him." she replied.
The old man hobbled across the room,
took the boy by the ear, drew him to
seat and said
"Sit down there, Milton. Do you
want to disgrace us all? Don't you see
the folks alookin' ut ye9 If you don't
quit cuttin' up I have to dust yer
jacket !"
The boy sulked away until the old
man left his seat to get drink of wa
ter, and then Milton slipped out doors.
Grandpa hobbled out into the freight
house, caught him by the dlair, and as
he led him back he remarked:
"I know what ails We. Ye are aching
for good training. Everybody out
West here is alookin' Mt ye, and yer
fathers family is to be disgraced through
yet conduct !"
"I guess 1 want to see things"
prOwled the how
"Oh! if / was only thirty years
younger exclaimed grandpa, rs the
lad tried to bite his hand.
He hung to the boy, sat him down,
and the mother said:
"I guess Milton doesn't feel WELL"
81 guess he want n regular old Yer
mont thrashing-that's what l guess -
retorted grandpa. "You know don't
believe in ma1llin youngsters, but if he
don't behave hlssef he'll catch it."
The boy edged around, dug at the
plastering, and finally crawled away
again and kicked his brother for chuck
ling over his situation.
"There goes that young man again |"
exclaimed the old man, jumping up.
"Come here, sir"
"I shan't !" bluntly replied the boy.
"Now then, Helen, tell me that that
boy isn't aching for thrashing, will
you?' continued grandpa, turning to the
mother.
"Oh, we'll, I guess hell be good, I"
she replied.
Helcn," said the old man as he but
toned his coat, "Solomon was right, and
it IS my duty to dust that boys jacket
We are in land of strangers, and stran-
gers will Judge us by the way orr chill
dren act. We amt on farm now,
Helen; we're right where. folks can see
us. Come here, sir 2"
The boy refused to move, and grand
pa cornered him, secured firm hold on
his collar and pulled him to seat.
"Now then," he continued as he sat
down, "lay over my knee, and if ye
the louder ye holler the harder I'll
strike!
He bent Milton over his left knee,
threw his right leg over to hold the boys
feet down, and then and there proceeded
to administer an old fashioned spank
ing-one that made every woman's
mouth water. The boy howled until
score of passengers gathered, but grand
pa went right along with his work as if
entirely alone. When his elbow ached
he let up, twisted the boy into seat
and remarked:
"Thar, I'll bet thousand dollars you
feel better !"
And it struck all the other passengers
Just that way.-Deh'oH Free Press