The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1876-03-02

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anything to me-" replied Kim, sheep
ishly. Come, let's run down to th
pond and catch blood suckers"
Next morning, about school time
Kim stole along into the shed kitch
en-, and hung about the cheese tut
where his mother was cutting curd.
"Why don't you start for school
You'll be late, my son."
"The mistress whipped me yester
day." muttered Kim, helping himsel
to a lump of cura.
"Did she? Well, I've no doub
you deserved it. There, run along
and see if you can't be better bo,
to-day"
"But mother
"Well, WHAT"
"Well, you see, the mistress
"Well, speak it out, sonny. I'm il
a hurry"
"Why, you see, mother, the mis-
tress wants twenty-five cents fol
whipping me-"
"Twenty-fve cents:"
"She says it lamed her arm" sale
Kim, hanging his head. "She say.
she can't do 1t for nothing, and if
don't bring it she'll have to send me
home"
Mrs. price looked down at the curly
haired culprit with twinkle Of fur
in her eyes-shc had black eyes very
much like kims
"Well, sonny, go get my purse ou
of the end cupboard. If | am poor
it shan't be said that don't do all
can for my children's education"
Kim brought the purse-a red
worsted one, with steel rings.
"Yes, here is a silver quarter, with
the pillars on it. We are out Of gin.
gerbread, and | was going to spend
it for molasses, but never mind,
don't blame Miss Pentecost. know
il was hard work to whip you, and
she deserves the money"
''Thank you, kimball," said Miss
Pentecost, in low voice, when she
received the bright new quarter
"Didn't your mother think | deserved
it,"
"Yes'm," replied the boy, his CHR
sinking into the hollow place in his
neck.
81 thought she would. Well, now,
my dear, ! shall carry this quarter
home, and keep it; and next time
whip you, you must bring me an
other. Do you understand"
Kim scowled down at his little bare
toes, and tried TO stick them into a
crack in the floor. Why, this was
getting serious. Would the woman
keep on crying quarters" forever:
1t was perfectly ruinous. His mother
had all she could do to support the
family before; but what would be.
come Of them now?
"You may take your scar" addet
Miss Pentecost, still in low tone, sC
that no one could hear, but with 1
smile that exasperated poor Kim
at is dreadful that you will be
naughty; but then, you see, the more
/ whip you the more money | shall
get; and perhaps before the summer
is out, l shall have enough to buy a
new dress"
"No, you DON'T" thought kim.
his teeth together. "Catch
me letting my mother buy dress for
you! Why, we've got to go without
to-day. You don't get
another chance to whip me for one
while, ma a'am-now you see"
To avoid whipping it was neces-
sary to study, for Kim was a boy
that must be busy at something.
He saw Bob Whiting go asleep, and
logged TO drop tame cherry into his
He saw Joe Fuller saunter-
ing down the aisle, looking straight
before him, and it was the "cutest
chance to trip him up; but Kim re-
sisted all these allnrements and fifty
more and got his geography lesson so
well that Miss Pentecost patted him
on the head, and said. "That's my
good boy,"-which would have been
delightful if he could have forgotten
that gingerbread!
Next day he tried studying again,
and rose to the head Of his spelling
class.
"Why, ! haven't had a whipping
since Tuesday" thought he, Sa,ur-
day noon, as he ran home with The
silver medal Oh his neck.
After that he seemed somehow to
fall into the habit of studying. Study
is a habit, let me tell you, just as
much as playing, though ! suppose it
is rather harder to acquire.
The little fellows will was aroused,
and that was precisely what he need
ed. In short, Kim had his last whip
ping from Miss Pentecost or anybody
else, and instead of being her most
troublesome boy, he became the best
scholar in school.
81 shan't be able to buy that dress
after ALL" said she, the night before
she left Shoodac; .'but, Kim, dear, !
know you are glad.'
"Yes'm," replied Kim, meeting her
with a smile.
"And III keep the quarter to re,
member you by. Your mother says
she wishes me to-" -
"Yes'm."
kimball Price is now one of the
wealthiest and most respected men IN
his native State.
"And that man. said Squire Hath
away, the other day, in his fourth OF
July Grafton, twas educated over
here at Skoodac, boys, in that little
black school house, that is SO poor
and miserable, that when it took fire
few years ago it wouldn't burn
down." ..
Mr.. Kimball Price returned from
Europe last May with his wife, and
heard Mrs. Hathaway say-she was
once Miss Pentecost-that he thought
her last whipping made a man O.
him.
"He wanted that old quarter of 8
dollar" said Mrs. Hathaway, laugh
ing; ssbut couldn't bear to par
with it, so he cut it in two, and we've
each OF Us get half"
The Chinese watch the pearl mus
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