The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-10-12
The Little Boy and His Guest.


YOUTHS Companion.
The Little Boy and His Guest.
One night at supper Peter ate the soft
part of his slice, but put the crust, the
upper crust, under the edge of his
plate. Then he bent low and whispered
to his knife and fork
CHOW don f tell !"
Next he tucked the bottom crust I'M
der the other side of his plate, and bent
low again, and whisper ed to his spoon
and napkin ring
CHOW don't tell"
And that night be Dreamed of seeing
ais plate on the chamber floor, and that
he two long crusts crept out toward
aim like two long caterpillars. And
they every moment grew longer and
onger.
what two funny things are you %
,ried Peter.
Then the two things turned and crept
slowly, slowly, on toward the door.
And there they stretched out and stood
up on end and looked at Peter and
spoke. And the sound of their voices
was dry and coarse, like the cracking of
crusts between sharp teeth. And they
said:
30 you dainty boy! SO you would
eat OILY the soft! Come now and be
punished !"
81 won't do 50 again." said Peter.
Chow do we know that?" said the two
things. 'FCome quick! Do as We do
Do as we do |"
Then the two things crept down stairs
and along the entry, and through the
front yard, and up the street, and across
the gutter, while Peter, in his red fan
mel nightgown, went creeping behind.
But when they crept up high board
fence Peter said:
so, I can never do that never,
never /"
At that moment Pepper-Box in uni
form called out:
"Stand! you are my prisoner! Fol
low me! Now! Straight! Forward
March!"
Then Peter stood up straight and
marched behind.
$50 you wouldn' eat the crusts, dainty
boy!" cried the Pepper Box in uniform,
turning about with a fierce look. It
shook It's head aternly at Peter, and at
every shake the pepper flew into his
eyes, causing the tears to run, run, run,
like two rivers.
cob! oh! I wonder who told !"
cried Peter. st wonder who told! Ny
tears! Ny tears Sweet, good mamma,
come wipe my tears II
"They will do to soak your crusts
in % said some fine, silvery voices near.
Peter looked behind to see where so
many voices came from, and beheld all
the napkin-rings rolling, hopping, skip
making fun of him. And the head one
was his own! 'tTelltale Telltale I"
called out Peter.
"Order in the ranks !" shouted the
Pepper Box III uniform. "Quick For
ward To prison. Make way there |!
Dispense the crowd!"
"What crowd2" asked Peter.
"Look and see - cried the Pepper
Box III uniform.
Then Peter saw that all the knives and
forks were standing about, whispering
rivately rogether-al but the carving
knife; that had lain down to rest. The
whispering went On.
'Who is this ?"
peter
g Where is he going9"
"To prison"
"What for2"
''To learn
Learn what2 2"
SsTo eat"
6 Eat what 3"
His crusts.
Then there was loud tittering and
laughing.
ooh dear !" cried Peter, ct begged
them not tell 1 bent my head low, and
begged them not to. But ohl they went
and told Mean Mean |"
sfOrder in the ranks !" cried the
Pepper-Bo in uniform.
They kept marching on, and came to
three bright, smiling, shining rows, one
above another. In the first row were
the grandmothers. These were the big
spoons. In the second row were their
daughters. These were the teaspoons.
In the third row were their granddaugh-
tiers. These were the salt and mustard
> spoons.
They spoke not a word, but only
smiled coldly on him as he passed, as
much as to say
eyes, we know; we know all about
it,"
And among them Peter saw his own,
n8rked s. Petite" Then he oroaned and