The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-04-15

dlt6I IlttyLlS dIlu tIlou DI6dhllS LIS WOlu,
leaving me to feel disappointed and to
work hard all day, the first thing he said
to me when he drove up was What
are you sitting there a reading for p
why aren't you doing your chores {? 1t
CALLED, tell you, but [ replied as
calmly as / could that the chores were all
done, and he said oh, oh, that is it, is
it? You do the chores the middle of the
afternoon when I am gone, and then sit
down and read, do you?' 1t was so con-
founded cutting, if he had stuck knife
into me he wouldn't have hurt me any
worse. I vowed then that [ would see
Hartford on my birthday, and I shall be
much mistaken If | am not there to-mor-
row morning; and if my father sees me
again for one year he'll see more'n I
think he will. will be here at the barn
at Just midnight. My bundle of clothes
is here now in the oat bin. Don't fail
to be on time, Clint. We must get to
Hartford by sunrise. want to get
little glimpse of the city before the
steamboat goes out. [ don't know what
the fare is to New York. doubt if we
have money enough to take us there. If
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landing places on the way
What variety of feelings Peter Ray
mond had in the fifteen minutes he stood
behind the barn door and listened At
first he was so utterly surprised he could
hardly believe his own ears; but as he
took it all mas he cemprehended what
his son contemplated doing, he was in
high dudgeon; he unconsciously closed
his teeth very firmly and clenched his
right fist tightly. He could hardly re-
frain from bouncing upon his son then
and there and giving him sound drub-
bling, but he decided that it would be
wise to hear the boys talk out, and learn
all their plans, and then confront them.
But as Philip talked on, Raymond's teeth
were less firmly closed, and when Philip
said in half sad tone, 81 doubt if my
father loves me at all, dozen differ
ent feelings strove for the mastery.
"Don't love him." he repeated to
himself, "the ungrateful rascal Haven't
been scrubbing along savingly as pos
sible, and privately putting little sums
into the savings bank so that I could
send him away In a year or two, and give
.
than [ ever had? Haven't I often said
to my friends that he was one of the
most faithful, trusty boys in the world,
and that I could leave home at any
time, day or night, and never worry
about things as long as he was there
to take care? Ii he does doubt my
love, up to this time I have loved him
and have been proud of him. [ haven't
been very demonstrative about it, to
be sure. [ never thought it wise to pet
and praise children. Perhaps [ have
laced with him. Maybe I'd better not
let them know that I've heard this talk
about their running away; but I shall, of
course, do something to prevent their
going. I'll go up to the house and think
over what course to take"
And Peter Raymond crept away from
the barn as though he were a sneak thief,
and then hurried home as fast as he
could, not once thinking of his bridle..
He had hardly got seated in his usual
place in the big armchair before Philip
came in. Philip expected his father
would say, gruffly: cit is high time
taken by surprise when his father said,
gently:
Won't you hand me the almanac
before you sit down, Philip"
Philips mother raised her eyes from
her sewing, and glanced at her husband
as though she wondered what had called
forth such unusual gentleness. Ray
mond opened the almanac at September,
and, after glancing down the page, he
turned to his wife and asked: els to-
day the third Or fourth Tuesday of the
month";"
"The fourth" she replied. "To-
morrow is the last day Of the month. %
Are you quite sure about it?' he
queried. eff you are correct, am
week behindhand in my reckoning. I've
had so many things crowded upon me
lately, I've hardly known which way to
turn first. l promised Mr.. Skidmore
that | would take that two-year-old
heifer away that I bought of him before
the first Of October. She must be got
home tomorrow"
Philip got up to go to bed. Raymond
said:
Don't hurry, Philip; Tn thinking
how to get that heifer home. I believe I
will take you down there early in the
morning, and leave you to drive her up.
1t is nine miles there, but you can come
back leisurely and feed alongside the road.
You'd like it as well as to stay at home
and work, wouldn't you PHILIPPE"
eyes, SIR
Philipreplied in an absent-minded way.
He was in a quandary. Perhaps he had
better stay at home little longer and
see if things didn't seem more agreeable
to him. Maybe he had judged his father
little to- harshly-Clinton Dexter could
come to the barn at midnight to meet
him, and
Philip was arrested IN his cogitations
by his father saying:
II have SO many cares, so many things
to think of, that I can hardly keep track
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