The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1876-11-12
V1ornIne Star and Catholic Messenger
R1W ORLEANS. SUNDAY. NOVEMBER Ia 1875.


has been Hammered into certain shape that
il can't get ont Of"
"Aud they talk too. of limiting the hours of
work to ten per day for children between ten
and sixteen years." went on Mr.. Good man,
still frownipg; "aud. what's more, the bill re-
quires three months day schooling or six
bill becomes a law III retire from business
The public has no right to interfere with my
employment of labor. Is ia sheer tyranny"
"well, it would throw labor considerably
out of gear" remarked the superintendent;
"for there are hundred thousand children
employed in the shops and factories OF this city
and suburbs"
"But, no; the bill sha'n't PAST" exclaimed
Mr.. Goodman, humping his fist on the table
"Why, what's the use of lobby, if such bill
can go throughi
Here the foreman smiled, whereupon his
employer gave responsive smile; then pull
ing the bell, Nov" said the latter. ''let us
drink the model boys health" In q few
minutes there appeared decanter Of sherry.
"Here's to Flywheel Bob!' cried Mr. Goodman
holding up his glass.
"To Fiywheel Boh!' repeated the other
and they both tossed of the wine.
ely wheeRT3ob! Why, what funny name y
spoke q low. 'silvery voice close by. Mr.. Good
man turned hastily round, and there, az the
threshold of the stndy, stood little girl, with
decidedly pert air, and a pair of luetrous
black eyes fixed full upon him; they seemed
to say 81 know you told me not to enter here
yet here 1 am" A profusion of ringlets rip
Piled down her shoulders, and on one of her
slender fingers glittered gold ring.
father, trying to appear stern; land, what is
more, yon glide about like cat"
"DoIf" said Daisy smiling. Well, pa, tell
me who Flywheel Bob is; then I'll go away"
Something down at my factory little toy
making pennies for you. There, now, retire,
darling retire."
"a little toyH Then give me Flywheel
Bob; / want a new piaytbing," pursued the
child, quite needless of the command to with
draw:
imDatlentlV.
you've had dear knows how many dolls since
Christmas"
"And pray, what has become of them all,
missf'
"Given away to girls who didn't get any
from Santa Claus
az declare, she's her poor dear mother over
again." sighed the wdower Margaret would
give away her very shoes and stockings to the
The Sigh lad barely escaped HIS lips WHOM
the foreman burst into "A laugh, and presently
Mr.. Goodman laughed to; for, 10! peepnS
from behind the girls silk frock was the
woolly head of Il poodle. In his mouth a
doll with one arm broken eff. hair done up in
ourls like Daisy's, and n bit of yellow worstsd
place of ring. "Humph! 1 don't wonder
you've b ad nine dolls in five month";" ej Acula.
ted Mr.. Goodman after he had done laughing.
Rover, it seems, plays with them too; then
- tears them up"
"well, pa, he is tired of dolls now. ard
wants Flywheel Bob; ana 80 do l"
Z" / wish hadn't mentioned the boy name"
: murmured Mr.. Goodman. Then aloud Daisy
dear. am going out for drive by and by !;
which way shall we got To the pnrki &
mo; to Titfany's to have my ears pierced"
At this he burst into another laugh.
"Why, pa. I'm almost ten, and old enough
for earrings" added Daisy, tossing her head
and making the pretty ringlets fly about in all
directions.
"welI, well, darling; tAen will go to
Tiffany's"
"And afterwards pa, we'll get Fiywheel
Soh! husb nay love. You cannot have
Him Ia he little boy. paI9' Mr.. Good,
man did rot answer. -. Well, whatever Fly
plaything. This dol! Rover broke all by acct
dent. Aud I eco!dtd you hard; didn't /,
R1veri' Here 81" r9.t@ tho { d9 "a :, head
"weIl, well, wen drive ont in half an hour"
said her parent, who wTonld fam h9vH got Tie \.
notion Of Fiywheel Bob ont ii his cAllds
head, yet fnnrcd it might sticl; there
"In half on hour" repeated Daisy, fleeing
the tips of her ears, while her eyes spHrEi"'t
like the jewels which were shortly to Hd"rn
them. Then, going L" the bell, SIC gave =
ring. Mr.. Goodman. Of course. Imagined t'.a'
it was to order the Carriag-. Bat when the
domestic apprarel, Daley qpicHy sad: Jano
use to protcst-to tell tho c'iii that this room
was his own private bDsi ness room, ard not th'
place for luncheon.
In the hored turkey vas brought, despjt,
Mr.. Grodman's sigbs Bus it WAS well nj q
more than he could endure when presently
after carving off three slices, she hade Rove
sit up aud beg.
In an instant the poodle let the doll drop
then, balancing himself on his hsuuches
Rravely opened his mouth. He never eat
anything except boned turkey" observed
Daisy in snswer to her fathers look of dis
pleasure. Bones bad for his teeth.
Then, while her pet was devonring the daint
1norsels: Pa" she went on. you haven't We
admired Rover's blue ribbon"
lymph! he certainly doesn't look at all lik
the creature he was when Won bought hir
three years ago" answered Mr.. Goodman.
"Well, pa, this summer will not go to IN
White Mountains. Remember"
"why mott" inquired Mr. Goodman, wh
failed TO discern any possible connectio
between the poodle and this charming summe
resort.
"Because want surf bathing for Rover.
love to throw your cane into the big waves
: then see him rush after it and jump up an
down in the foam. This season We must go :
Long BcanCh" Her father made no respoUs
but turned to address parting word TO tn