The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1878-12-12
PICTURES OF 4 BOY.
CHAPTER "IT's A BOY"

ing girl babies, there is something IN the
pithy announcement, "Its boy" which
dispels all fancii'ul dreams and sets every
body squarely on prose basis. His very
voice. us it utters defiant war-whoop to
the grand army of humanity, tells the
story to experienced years. The visions
of dainty girl darling very soon vanish
before this positive piece of prose, who
kicks his sturdy heels through the deli
cate pink socks intended for his sister,
and who grows as red as a turkey cocks
head at Thanksgiving times when he is
expected to show of to good advantage
before callers. He persists in an abnor-
mai development Of nose and puffincss
about the eyes, along with several other
little tricks known only to interested
parties. Parents and nurses become re-
conciled and accept him on trust, seeing
no other alternative. He emerges from
his puffy and rosy obstinacy to a roly-
poly, wide-awake thing Of beauty, which
is Joy fully one.half ofthe time. There
isa process from infancy to little boyhood,
a sweet time, when the man.child is half
baby, half angel. In the clear depths of
his innocent eyes is world of trust and
hope and love. His white brow is fair as
a freshly-opened lily, and his lips as sweet
as hermosa roses. He is most witching
at this stage, for the peculiarities which
mark the cntant terrible are yet undevel-
oped. He is an armful of love and beauty
and promise and dread and hope. Love
him while yet there is no guile on the
tender lips, no sin in the unwritten soul,
no touch of the worlds breath upon
Gods finished work.
CHAPTER II-"GET UP OLD HoRsEY !"
"AIercy, what noisc Look at that
chair, with string tied on the arms and
made fast to the writing desk and flower
stand, all to be driven tandem by that
young imp in kilt skirt and fancy hat
and shoes! Who upset that work basket?
and, good gracious, what work has been
made with my wool and thread There's
the last Graphic torn 10 scraps and stuffed
in the cuspidore with my scrcw-driver
that lost week ago. What is he doing
with the cat? and, dear me, if he hasn't
thrown grandma's spectacles into the
gratep
"Whcrc's Harry? Run to the kitchen
and see. All the eggs are broken in the
basket of folded clothes, and the milk
for pudding has been fed to the cat and
dog" Bridge Lannigan is in a towering
rage, and says, "Phat's the use of Shawn
to kape clane wild such young divil
forninst yew Miss Frigidity Fusbunch
calls, and is Mortified by being requested
to "be q horse and let Harry ride to Bos-
ton" She is questioned also on many
delicate points. He gets very close to
her and asks what that white stuff on her
face is, and what makes her wear such a
funny little hat.
A few years of this juvenile terror and
then appears another stage OF the boy.
He gets fever only appeased by marbles.
1t is useless to head off this phase; if it
is shut of in one direction it breaks out
more violently in some other. 1t goes
through a period of six or seven years
and costs much in anxiety, broken win
dow-panes and mortified pride. He is
afflicted with rats, pigeons and other boy
ish complaints, which are harmless, but
annoying. He brings in six dirty steel
traps to amuse his sick sister, who grows
worse under it, and in his solicitude lie
straps his legs fast TO six feet of stills and
stoeps to enter the door of her room, to
the horror and dismay of his mother.
He brings little notes home from school,
which he tries to explain in a favorable
light, but fails to convince his parents
that it was "only because Bill Wilson
dropped his slate on Abe Hennegan's
toes and made ME laugh" He carvcs
his awkward initials on old Mrs. Will
liams' cellar door and she threatens his
arrest. He goes to see "Humpty Dump.
ly" and comes home and throws real
6rickbats at his aunt, and Bridget is met
with battering blow from his head
when she is bringing in the coal. He
makes life burden and home snare
and a delusion. He tears the comforts
in more ways than one, and Sits the
piilow.cases to match them. Gradually
he leaves off his hurly-burly life and i'm,
perceptibly glides into
CHAPTER III-"wHERE's MY BLUE TIE?
"Where is the blacking brush? l am
going to a little surprise, and won't be
home till eleven. Is my percale shirt
done up nice? wish you'd make my
collars slifIer. I don't thank some one
for throwing my coat down and getting
it wrinklcd all up. How do you like this
hat? Think it looks better than my soft
ono9u Sou will find the nipcon boxes
all deserted about this period; not raj
trap cumbers the back yard. The wood,
shed theatricals are all ended; the stills
are put away; kites forgotten and win,
dow glass in perfect safety. The dust
has filled up the rude initials in Mrs
Williams cellar-door, and there is m
unlimited quiet all around the house
Chairs stay in their places and panta'
looms will no longer bear cutting over fol
the boy. He gets them now out of new
stuff, and mothers "cut" will not satisfy
him. He is not in the way now, anc
there is heavy pain in mothers hear
as she thinks that he will never need hel
much any more. The innocent eyes have
a deeper meaning in them now. They
have taken into their depths the refec
ton of 4 face younger than mothers, ant
life begins to look real to them.
The world is full of homes where these
pictures will be recognized and hung u[
as family portraits-homcs where there
are no sounds Of young voices now
They grow away into the great world 81
soon, and put away the namcless feelin:
of desolation rs we do the cast-of toys o
their childhood; and when the evening
of life approaches the heart goes bacl
along the track of time and is once NOR
with the children in the dear old lon!
Cincinnati Saturday Night.
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