The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1876-04-14


BY EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER.
The story is to tell what happened af-
terward. There is always next day to
good and bad times; but most stories end
before you get to it. always wanted to
know what became of the "Three Little
Pigs" after they scalded the Fox to death,
and what the Bears said when they found
that Go]denhair had run away; and 1
think the man that knows might be made
to tell about it. At any rate am going
to tell you what happened the next day
after Capt. Jinks' birthday party.
Jinks had very few birthdays for boy
of his age; only six all told, and two of
those he couldn't remember, which was
orin1a fdcie evidence that he was not
there (primd fdcie means plain as the
nose on your face); 80 the whole family
had given over arguing with Jinks on
that point.
Now the sixth one had come and gone,
and there would not be another for a
year. Jinks didn't see why. 1t wasn't
like Christmas, or New Years, or Fourth
of July. Folks were always having
birthdays, summer and winter, just when
they please, for anything he could see.
his fingers up and down the glass, and
wondering how soon somebody would
tell him to stop that.
"One birthday year isn't much; and
sides, wish't didn't choose mine in
winter"
"People don't choose their birthdays"
said Molly.
"Who doesG" said Jinks, discomfort
edly.
"God Does" answered Molly, with
just very little perk of her head.
eff she had said the President, as
Jinks half expected, he was prepared
to express his rebellious sentiments,
without fear or favor but as it was he
only scowled and scraped the carpet
with his slipper-toe. Just then his
papa came in with his hat in his hand,
and stopped down to kiss his little boy
good.by.
Jinks frightened up at once.
"Oh! papa, couldn't / go to the
Office with your There isn't anything
to muse me here"
Dear me said papa, tossing Cap
tain up in his arms "is this the young
ster that had a birthday party yester-
day."
II don't care much about birthday
parties" said links "and, sides, the
more fun you have you're all the
lo'somer the next day."
"And Jinks is always cross the next
day whether it's a birthday or candy,
said Molly, in a vexatious tone.
"Come on, then," said papa, and
Jinks ran out of his slippers and into
his boots, crushed his cap over his
curls, wriggled into his funny little
Ulster overcoat, and could scarcely stop
for mamma to kiss his red cheeks and
slip two cookies into his pocket.
Jinks always enjoyed himself at the
Office; but that day he had particular
ly good time. He crammed his pocket
book with stamps from the waste
basket be pasted pictures and posters
over the wood-box, he made famous
barricade of patent-office reports he
ate a popcorn ball, two apples, and @
pint of peanuts. BY that time he was
tired. He sat down on the top of the
barricade, and wandered when his papf
would go to lunch. He wasn't hungry
but he had eaten too many things, ant
so he fancied he wanted some more
which Is sometimes the case with people
much older than Capt. Jinks. His papi
kept on writing letters until the box wa
crowded full. Then he ierked out hi
watch and jumped up 80 suddenly h,
almost upset his chair.
"See here, Capt. Jinks, must be q
the fremont in ten minutes, to NEE
some gentlemen but / shall be back il
time to take you TO lunch"
"Papa," called Jinks, " couldn't T.
But papa was out of the door already
and only shouted back 10 the office-boy
Be sure you get those lette3s int
the mail and call at the express Office.
There was really no help for it, and s
Jinks climbed into the window seat an
watched the street cars. links was in
terested In street cars, because he ha
decided to be car-driver himself, a
soon as he was old enough. He afte,
ward changed his mind and conclude
10 have q hack, because with hack yo
can choose your own street and be MOI
Independent. think Jinks was RICH
/ should prefer hack myself. BY an
by Robert began TO gather up the letter
and Jinks took down his cap. He like
very much 10 go TO the Office with Rol
ert. "It's twelve o'clock" said Rober
"and your father'n come for you d
rectly."
He looked ut Jinks, and the popcor
hall he had eaten began TO roll up in
his throat. At least, il felt like a pc
corn-ball.