The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-11-09

"ulC1l ucehliy GOuOhSN1 "A-o 0-O"AAN~ ""' -
swung along.
! NAB went out to meet her. "You've
come to our opening, I suppose, she
said.
eyes, if you please" said the little
girl.
"Well," said Nab, twill you please
take your things out of the bag? Per
haps you We got something we want. /"
81 will in a minute" said the strange
little girl, 'safter get little acquaint
ed" and so the sale went on. Barbara
was holding up a wire with two glass
eyes on the end. They belonged to q
dolly that used to go to sleep when you
put her down anywhere, but now her
eyes were all that was left.
s. I think, said the strange little girl.
''that those eyes would just about fit
my doll, Mrs. Napoleon Bonaparte. F."
"Well, said Barbara, 'what have you
to offer for ita'
"Let me see, " said the little girl. So
she put her carpet-bag on one of the
benches, and after good deal of un-
locking and pulling she took out-could
it be? yes, it was-a pop-gun and moth
ing else.
eft belonged to my grandfather in
the Revolution, said the little girl, "but
we are poor and must part withlt. Then,
if that isn't enough, here's beautiful
mud-turtle, with string tied to him SO
he can't get away, aid here's stick OF
gum which was all we had left in the
house to eat, but / must have those
eyes for Mrs. Napoleon Bonaparte, II
we Starve."
I
Barbara said just three words:
"You 0aOftI boy!"
A Boys Experience in Going to school.
A serious phase of disease is that
which attacks boy on day when he
particularly objects to going to school.
He tells his mother, with the condding
frankness peculiar to youth, that he
does not feel well this morning. He
doesn't know what it is, but he is lame
in the joints, his head aches, and he
doesn't feel bit good. He moves
about slowly, openly refuses food, looks
detected, negligent, unhappy. Quite
frequently he can be heard to sigh. But
in al his pain he never forgets the
clock. AS time advances to the hour
which marks school time, his symptoms
increase. He doesn't say word about
school to his mother. He feels too
dreadful, perhaps, to talk of such
| things. He is certainly in bad way.
/ His signs increase as the dreaded time
approaches, and the physical symptoms
of decay become more and more mani
fest. But the greatest suffering he
endures mentally. Fifteen minutes of
that time, and nothing has been said to
him abont getting ready. He wants to
believe he is all right; because that is
the prompting of hope which is strong
TO the youthful breast; but yet he refuses
to believe he is, because he fears that
reaction Of disappointment. Every time
he hears his mothers voice he is startled,
and every time he detects her looking
toward him he feels his heart sink within
him. It is a hard thing, indeed, to
appear outwardly languid, listless and
dropping when inwardly one is rearing
furnace of agony. But he does it, and
does it admirably. It now lacks five
minutes of the quarter. Still she says
nothing. His nervousness is almost
maddening. Four inmates, three min
utes, two minutes. One minute. Still
she makes no sign. Will his reason
forsake him2
It is the quarter. Now he should start
according to custom. One would think
| he had every encouragement now, but
he knows that even at five minutes later
he can make school by hurrying. The
agony of the suspense becomes exquis-
tie. He trembles all over and he cannot
help it. His hair is moist with perspi-
ration. 1t seems as if he would give up
| IL. 4 II
could but know the result. How slowly
the clock moves. It stares at him with
exasperating stoniness. The ten minutes
are reached. He breathes easier. Not
word has been said to him about school.
His mother sees that he is too i'll to go,
and she sympathizes with him. Heaven
bless her. Did ever boy have such
good, noble mother as this? Visions of
sunny fields and shady woods and run
ming streams unfold before him, stirring
the very depths of his soul, and filling
his eyes with tears of gladness.
"John"
Like great shock the beautiful pic
lures fall away and he is shot from the
pinnacle of hope into the abyss of
despair. There is no installing the
voice.
"Mercy sakes here you are not
ready for school. Come, start your
boots"
81 do not feel we'll enough to 60 to
school," he whines, hardly realizing the
dreadful change that has come upon
him with such lightning force and
swiftness.
! 81 guess you amt dying quite" is
the heartiess reply. "And if you ain t
at school you will be galloping over the
neighborhood. Hurry, tell YOU
But it is almost o'clock, and I'll
be late," he protests in desperation.
"Late r. she repeats, looking at the
clock. You have plenty of time.
The clock is nearly quarter of an
!. hour fast"
Merciful heavens He goes down