Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1876-04-13

09QM ana 0ad times; but most stoTIel
before yoi1 get 20 It. always van
~ - know what became of the Thre<
ittA Piesf after they scalded the 70,
6sath and vhat the Beans said vheu
I'll tound that Goldenhaif had rur
QNlY spd / think the man that know.
\ 1T BE made to ten about it. A
~ sa*e,. / am going TO tell you vhal
rened The. next day after Captair
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boy Of his age; only six al told, and
two OF those he couldn't remember
which was prima faeia evidence that b
was noA there (prima Jaeio means plair
as the nose on your face); so the whole
family bad given over arguing With
Jinks on that point.
| Now the sixth one had come. and gone
and there would not be another for q
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, ips.
when they please, for anything be could
see. Jinks stood bv the window, SQUEAK.
ing bis fingers upand down the glass, and
wondering how soon somebody would
tell him to stop that.
! One birthday year isn't much; and
sides, | wish't I didn't choose mine in
winter
People don't choose their birthdays,
said Molly.
who does 2 said Jinks, discontented.
ly.
| God does answered Molly, with JUS
a very little perk of her head.
! If she had said the President, rs Jink:
half expected, he was prepared. TO express:
his rebellious sentiments, without feal
or favor; but az it was, be 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 bye.
Jinks frightened up at once.
oh! Papa couldn't go to the Office
with your There isn't anything te
muse me here
Dear met said Papa, tossing Cap.
tain up in his arms; is this the young.
s,er that had u birthday party yestcr.
day 2
i don't c;;re much about birthday
parties, said JiLks, and sides, the NOR.
fun you have you're all the lo'somer the
next day.
And Jinks is always cross the mex,
day, whether it's birthday or candy,
said Molly, in a very 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 Ulste,
overcoat, and could scarcely stop fol
Mamma to kiss his red cheeks and sli,
two cookies into his pocket.
Jinks always enjoyed himself at the
Office; but that day he had particular.
~ good time He crammed his pocket.
book with stamps from the waste -bas
ket; he pasted pictures aud posters over
the wood-box, he made famous bar.
ricade of Pateat-office Reports: he ate
a popcorn ball, two apples, and pint
of peanuts. BY that time he was tired
He sat down on top Of the barricade
and wondered when his Papa would g
to lunch. He wasn't hungry; but be haa
eaten loo many things, and SO be fancied
he wanted some more, " hich is sometime.
the case with people much older thar
Captain Jinks. His Papa kept on writing
letters until the box was crowded full
Then he jerkcd out his watch anG
jumped up SO suddenly he almost upse,
his chair.
See here, Captain Jinks, I must bt
at 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 If the door already
and only shouted back to the Office
boy;
BE sure YOU get those letters int.
the mail aud cali at the express office.
There was really TO help for it. ant
Jinks climbed into the win,low.seat an,
watched the strest-cars. Jinks Was IN
terested in street-cars. because, be hat
decided To he car-drirer himself, a
soon as be was old enough. He after
ward changed his mind, and conclude,
TO have a hack, because with a hack vol
can choose your own street and be NOR
independent. / think Jinks was right
l shou d prefer hack myself. By am
by Robert began to gather up the let
ters. and Jinks took down his cap. III
liked very much to 60 to the Office wit
Robert. "Its twelve O'clock" sal
Robert, and your fa.ber'll come for yo
Directly '....... .-.-,.
He looked at links and the pop-cor
ball he had eaten began to roll up in,
his throat. At least II felt like y POP
corn ball. IL .-.s.E
He'll be here inside of ten minutes
said Robert eneouragingly; 'and yo
NAV take nv Knife and whittle. Y
see it takes me the best part Of an hou
to git round; and stop in home for
bite while Tm down that way
Poor little Jinks swallowed hard a
!; the pop-corn-ball and took his knife
but when Robert was actually gone b
didn't care much about whittling.-
What IL he should Gu: his finger. an
no one there to hear him cry. Sa h
. vent back 10 the window, aud waite