Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1877-07-17
Srlrttc0 Storp.
4 DIR f. \ Nj

"a yelocipodc!" !"
Mr.. Martyr sat bolt upright in his
chair aud looked at Tommy. who stood a
supplian, before him.
Such beauty, papa" The boy plead
ed. with all the teryor ot his seven-year-
old enthusiasm IN his eyes. Mr.. Bates
is going to Chicago, and he says John
cannot take his yelocipede with him, so
John say may have it Tor six dollars.
1t cost thirteen. papa, and it is almost
new. Please, please let me have it :"
"Six dollars! Do you think am made
OF money ?"
mo, papa. with shadow in the great
brown eyes.
SIX do,iars viii buy you hat and
paig ul boots SIX dollars viii ply the
miiA ulau lor 80 month. Wn,L va: our
age. s.r. used ms ie,, and ,e.s, Sc, they
were intended 20 ac used. lwa L,l sir ,
walked. There. dolt ct Mo hear any
more such nonsense
So Tommy, eli tie esgeruess gone
tr-.n III, handsome face, went 10 81 corner,
ald sAt in crushed silence. while his
father behind The newspaper, Tel. into
reelection. Ta3 extravaganza OF CHI
dr,r, ao reelected, was really .riga.iu'.
Candy. toys. circus, picture books cakes,
and now a velacirodc. The paper slid
.rom Mr. Martyn'- hand. MIS- MafI,r
.ewed quietly, aud silence rcigpod.
Suddenly Nj. Martyr was aware OF 5,
strange sensation creepiag over him
F,om ,he Tar OF corner OF the room.
where Tommy was nursing bis d.sAg-
pciulmeut. figure arose =; which M.
Martyr gszed in puzzled amszemgnt. +
was Tommy, l, WAS not Tommy. /;
wore Tommy ; shirt. waist, knee breoches
aud bu,toned boots; it had Tommy's big
brown ewes and curly hair; but 1t was
fully six feet high, with shoulders to
match. Gazing at This enlarged edition
OF his son, Mr.. Martyr became aware
that his own proportions had become re-
duced. Ills broadclo,h suit covered a
figure some three feet high. and dapper
liLtle boots were upon his feet.
While he wondered. Tommy advanced
to his chair.
Come. get out OF that" he said. pei
emptorily; chow often do you require 10
be told. that when como in, want that
chair Do you hear me. sir -
The tone of surprised Indignation gave
Mr.. Martyr sudden spasm. that very
closely resembled The fear Of Gaming Ia
miliar to his boyhOod, and he slowly
moved TO leave his seat.
Come, sir. I'll teach you 10 move 3
liIlle faster when you are spoken to-"
And twitch that seemed to threaten
dislccalion of the shoulder Joint. sent
Mr.. Martyr spinning across tho room.
Dear me. DO ,ook where you are go
ing. papa" said an impatient voice, and
another push sent him reeliug back.
Was that Arabella, his daughter Of five,
with long braids. ribbon tied. shor,
white dress, and white kid boots?
Never mind" whispered n soothing
voice in his ear, "they ere both cross
Come and look out'o the window -
And consoling him was Mrs. Martyr,
dwarfed like himself from the topmost
braid OF her chignoa 10 the trail OF her
purple silk dress. Leading him 10 the
window, she whispered hope that Tom
my would 90 out presently, and perhaps
Arabella would be good naiurcd.
"Oh, mamma! see what you are
doing! You are TOO careless" and Ara
bella Inflicted a rousiag box on Mrs. Mar
tyn's ears. as she took from the window
seat box OF dolls sewing. You have
lust ruined this sack for Rosa. I declare,
YOU are the pest of my lite"
Mrs. Martyr. sobbing, took low seat,
while her bewildered husband felt in all
his pockets ior his consolation in all aillc-
ton, cigar. None there, and. worse
still. no money. Scarcely yet compre-
hending the position, he looked at Tom
my. Serenely perusing picture book,