The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1877-09-06

He pointed off to the meadow splendor,
Where daisies and buttercups countless grew,
And said in tone arch and tender:
"You dear pretty mother, it's all for you!
All the white my silver dear mother,
The yellow my gold Wish You needn't care,
You can have one thing well as another,
1 pay it all, said the millionaire.
So kissed the lips that were sweet honey,
And wished for all that could never lie
He paid for the whole with his fowery money,
And just merry merry were we.
have had, little man, my share of pleasures,
Life has given much to have and to hold,
But, o, you paid for my sweetest with treasures
OF daisy silver and buttercup gold
-Wide-A rake.
Great L and little Tou.,
How do you like that little new
neighbor of yours ?" asked Herbert
Greene's big brother, who had seen the
two little boys playing together in the
yard.
sob, you must mean George Worth
man." said Herbie. "Why. I don't
know. I like him, and I don't like
him."
Wallace laughed. " Then you quar-
rel little sometimes" said he. els
that it 90
ono, we don't quarrel" said Herbie.
''I don't let him know when I'm mad
with him.
GO What does he do to make you mad
with him ?" asked Wallace
sob, he says things" said Herbie.
Such as what %
"Well, he looks at my marbles, and
says, Is that all you've got? I have
five times as many as that-splendid
ones, too. They'd knock those all to
smash"
"Ah, I see!" said Wallace. cit
is clear case of great [ and little
you" ----
What do you mean by that ?" said
Herbie --a--= --
"Well, if you don't find out by Satur-
day night I'll tell you," said Wallace.
This was on Monday
On Wednesday afternoon Herbie was
out at play, and presently George Worth
man came out. Wallace was in his room,
reading, with the windows open, and
could hear all that was said
George brought his kite with him, and
asked Herbie if he would go to the COM
mon with him to fly his kite.
"Oh, yes if mother is wiling" said
Herbie. "But where did you get that
kite made it yourself, didn't you ?
I've got one ever so much bigger than
that, with yards and yards of tail, and
when we let it out it goes out of sight
quick, now, I tell you !''
"This isn't the best can make" said
George; 'but if I had bigger one /
couldn't pitch it, or hold it after it was
up"
"Poohl could hold one that pulled
like ten horses" said Herbie; and he ran
in to ask his mother if he could go with
George to the common.
His mother was willing if Wallace
would go too; and so, after a little
good-natured bothering, and pretend
ing he did not want TO go, Wallace took
his hat, and Herbie got his kite and
Irvine, and the three boys set off for the
common.
Georges kite was pitched first, and
went up in fine style. Then Herbie's
went off, and soon passed it, for it had q
longer string; and both were far up in
the dazzling blue of the sky.
"There now p said Herbie, "didn't ]
tell you my kite would beat yours all tt
nothing? / bet there isn't another kite
in town that viii begin to be mattel
for it p E..s
"How is this? How is this?" saic
Wallace. "Seems to me great 1 an,
little you are around here pretty thick.
'tWhat do you mean by that2" sal,
both the little boys.
"Why, when fellow says that he ha
got the best marbles, and the best kite
and the swiftest sled, and the handsom
est velocipede, and the most knowins
dog, anywhere in town, we say his tall
is all great and little you. That is
we mean ne is always Dragging, and
braggart is very disagreeable person,
said Wallace.
Herbie looked at George, and botl
blushed little. The boys had grea
fun with their kites; and when they go
home, and Wallace and Herbie went III
stairs to put away the kite, Herbie said
Well, my kite did beat Georges, jus
as I told him it would. y
THAT is true" said Wallace, "bu
you said the other day that you like,
George, and didn't like him, because n
was always telling how much bigger an,
better his things were than yours; an,
now, to-day, you were making yoursel
disagreeable to him by Dragging abou
your kite. Now, IL you want the boy,
to like you, my lad, you must give w
talking great I and little you,' for it il
not sensible nor kind"
So Herbie found out what Wallac,
meant, and he said to himself. 81 dom
mean to let the fellows hear me talkins
great / and little you any more. "
N,trsery.
Little Dandy Pink Boots.
A little fellow not an inch high. hi
mites of black eyes shining like je
beads, his white teeth cleaning whe1
he smiled like tiny pearls, and a r,air q