The Waco daily examiner. [volume] (Waco, Tex.) 187?-1888, 1878-11-03
Boy Lost.

a little boy with sunny blue eyes,
dark hair, teeth like pearls, and the
sweetest smile He wore gray suit
trimmed with braid and steel but
tons, had way of practicing vocal
exercises all over the house, at the
top of his never weak lungs, and re-
citing scraps from theatrical litera-
turc, at the most unexpected moment
exclaiming in voice which would
make your blood run chill, "Now
Weld thee, or by Him who made the
earth. thy hearts blood dyes my
blade!'
Had way of asking droll ques-
tions, was always losing his hat.
All, me If i could but help him
look for it again! Had taste for
reading, floundered through the His
tory Of the Reformation, until be
came to the Diet of Worms, and
then laid aside the book in disgust.
lie developed a taste for the prac-
tice of medicine, and many were the
invalid chickens and kittens he help
ed to their long home, experiment.
ing on them with the contents of pill
boxes and saddle-pockets.
Had way of standing on his head
in the corner, while his ma saw how
many she should count, or rolling
over and over on tho smooth, grassy
yard, like a wheel, with his arms and
legs for spokes.
lie speculated in chickens, and
bought three dozen eggs, with the
determination of making old long
toe-go TO setting, whether she felt
inclined to do so or not.
II was this little boy who ran him
self almost off his nimble legs, salt
cup in hand, chasing the birds over
meadow and prairie, to catch them
by sailing their tails.
IL was he who frightened his
mother and himself almost out of
their five senses, and came near
blowing his own head of, expert
menting with some chemical COM
pound on the kitchen table.
There was soft spot in his manly
little heart, and he often turned the
summer kitchen into an infirmary
for lame dogs and wheezy pigs-but
he is gone; and the days and nights
are lonely without him. i have
other children-boys and girls-but
| long for the little boy who lay on
my breast when | was scarcely eight
teen.
backward, obi backward, old Time, In
Give me my boy again, Just for tonight"
A young man with dark hair and
beard, IA professional air and BUSH
ness look, visits me sometimes now.
lie has Just returned from college.
lie brings with him as trophies of
his spoils (instead of laurels) relics
of dead men, stomach inflated like
II balloon, n hand which looks as
though it might have been taken
from the arm of an Egyptian mnm-
my. lie dccoratcs the entry leading
10 the pantry with these articles. !
lind the sugar, preserves and other
goodies of likc nature, hold out in a
most astonishing manner, almost
equal 10 the old woman's cruise OF
oil; indeed, I find ii to be decided
strose of economy to have those
relics of the charncl house there.
IIe-shows me his diploma, all COW
cred over with Latin; his name is
INC OhlN ialllllar tIlnR sec "pou'
The article. lie says he is the boy
who practiced vocal exercises SO
noisily all over the house, whistling
funny tunes, who was always losing
his hat, and whose ball always need
ed new cover; but | scarcely be-
o. licvc 1.-THE shows me scar on his
ear, which wound he received while
trying to practice some impossible
gymnastic performance. ] look ~
him and smile, and he laughs his old
boyish laugh-yes, II is my dear old
boyl would hear and know that
laugh, if my ears were deaf to every
other earthly sound.
But he has left me-the house and
my heart are so lonely without him
Friends, one and all, if you should
meet him, as you travel up and
down lifc's dusty highway, dom
Jostlc too rudely the boy with tho
dark hair, teeth like pearls, and thu
sweetest of smiles, but give him
Kind word, and a warm clasp of thu
hand ant-mny- God reward YOU.
H. Ii.