The Van Buren press., 1875-11-16
That Boy.

A family of some pretentions, living
on Nelson street, had party of five to
tea. Thursday evening The table was
set out in fine style, as the company was
from the city, and it was absolutely Y nee.
essary to show them that folks may live
in avillage like Danbury, and yet under
stand the requirements of good society.
When they were all at the table, and the
lady was preparing to dish up the tea,
her little son, whose face shone like the
knees of country clergyman's pants,
pulled her secretly by the dress But she
was too busy to notice. lie pulled her
again, but receiving no response, he whis-
pered
Ma, ma?
What is it?
Amt this one OF Miss Perry sknives :?
holding up the article in his hand, and
looking, as he properly should, very
much gratified by such an evidence of his
dlscerament.
She made no reply in words, but she
gave him look that was calculated to
annihilate him'
The tea was dished out and the party
were battering their biscuit, when the
youth suddenly whispered again, looking
at his plate with a pleased expression
why, ma, my plate is different from the
others.
Thomas! she circulated, under her
breath.
/ Why, tits, ma, persisted Thomas. Now
just see here. The plate has
Thomas, again circulated his mother,
| with crimsoned face, while his father as
sumed a frown nearly An inch thick, If you
don't let your victuals stop your mouth,
Iii send you away from the table.
! This qnieted Thomas at once He was
not very particular boy, and he conclu-
ded that the difference in the plates was
not of so much moment as to admit of
tedious argument at this time.
Several minutes passed without any
further interruption. The young man
industriously attended to his food, but at
the same time kept a close eye on what
was geing on around him He was lift
ing his cup for sip, when his glance
unfortunately fell upon the saucer. 1t
was but glance, but with the keennes
of young eye he saw that the two were
not originally desigaed for each others
Why, Ma, he eagerly whispered, this
cup don't belong to
Then he suddenly stopped. The ex-
preston Of his mothers face actually rem.
dered him speechless. and for moment
he applied hims to his meal in depressed
silence; but he was young, and of an elias
tic temper, and he soon recovered his
beaming expression. A little laler be
observed lady opposite putting a spoon
of preserved grapes in her mouth. Then
he twitched his mothers dress and said
again
Ma!
The unhappy woman shiverea at the
sound; but his remark this time appcacd
to be on an rntirely different subject, as
he asked:
Amt Miss Walker funny woman?
Funny said his mothes, with sigh of
relief And then turning to the company
with the explanation, Mrs. Walker is an
old lady who lives across the way, she
smiled on her hopeful son and asked :
What makes you think she is funny?
Why, you know-you know, began
Thomas in that rapid, moist way. which
an only son assumes when he u. impart-
ing information before compaadfSS, iurc
sponse to a cordial invitation, when
went over there this afternoon to get the
spoons, she sard she hoped the company
wouldn't bite 'em, as it would dent
Thomas, shrieked the unhappy mother
as soon as she could break in
Young man! gasped the father, leave
this table at once
And Thomas left at onoe.
His father SUBSEQUENTLY followed him,
and the two met in back room, and had
both been flying express trains coming
together there could have scarcely been
more Daabury News.