The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1875-09-09
A BLACK SHEEP.

BOD Noyes, 90 step your racKet.
Nobody can have .. minutes peace if
you are within hearing" A sft
Bob's face flushed scarlet, and he
laid down his hammer, leaving the
nail half driven He turned the toy
wagon he had been working on over
and over, with wistful look which
told of pitiful heartache. 1t was q
pretty toy wagon in his eyes, and he
made every bit of it himself, and if he
could only drive six more nails it
would be finished. But there must
be no more racket, SO he laid it away
carefully, and going into one corner
of the yard stretched himself under .
tree, and kicking the turf with his.
heels pondered over his many troubles.
His mother had said that there was no
peace for him anywhere about home.
He mad slipped into the parlor after
dinner and was having q gsod chat
with Miss Somers, and she was telling
him about three wonderful black and
white spotted puppies at her house,
when sister Jennie came in and asked
him what he was imposing on Miss
Somers for. He wasn't imposing,
Miss Somers said so. Guess he could
talk as well as Jennie, if she was eigh-
teen two months ago. But Jennie
made him leave the room without
learning how the littlest and prettiest
spotted puppy got out of the 'cistern
when he fell in. Maybe he didn't get
out. Bob kicked harder and wished
he knew. After his election from the
parior Bob storted to the garret to
console and comfort himself by rock
ing in the old-fashioned red cradle
grandmother Noyes rocked papa aud
Uncle John in, but Nell and the boys
would not let him in; they were get
ting up surprise tableaux and "didn't
want any little pitchers around" He
sought his fathers study to lsok at an
illustrated edition of natural history.
But papa objected, she couldn't have
Bob in there making q disturbance"
Almost heart-broken he turned to his
mothers room. "Go right away. ysu
will wake the baby. met him at the
threshold. He looked into the kitch-
en- and begged to help make pies, bat
Bridget told him to clear out. He
next went to the wood house and
sought to assuage his sorrows by
working on his wagon, and now he
was forbidden that.
He could not understand why he
was driven from everything-he had
net been . bad boy and lost his tenn
per. 1t was beyond his six-year-old
philosophy. His ispoor little brain puz-
zled over what older children called
"certain inalienable rights" without
finding a solution of his troubles, or
coming to a conclusion. Had he been
strong minded, he might have called .
convention and declared that in the
present order of things little boys
have NO rights big folks are bound to
respect, and drafted petitions for q
change but he was sensitive and SUBJ
missive, and let people snub him and
t1ample on his toes without rsmon-
STRANGE.
The tea-bell reused him from his
cup of bitter puzzled thoughts.
"Bob, come to supper"
He wouldn't have to wait, that was
some consolation.
At the table Mrs. Noyes was telling
Miss Somers about a treup of perform
Ing monkeys. zone. smart monkey
with q striped tail, played on q violin,
and"
"Mamma, 1t was ring tailed" inter-
rupted Bob, eager to have the account
exact.
"Bob, how many times have I teld
you not to interrupt"
Bob subsided, but he knew it was
ring tailed, for he had counted the
rings and watched it half an hour
while mamma gossiped with Mrs.
Layton.
"All the monkeys turned somer-
saults when their keeper played Cap
tain Jinks," continued Mrs. Noyes.
"Mamma, it wasn't Captain Jinks !;
it was, o ware is my lettle tog."
"Bob, if you talk any moro at the
table Eli send you to bed"
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