The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1878-05-29
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CHAPTER I.

CHAPTER I.
Mr.. Cutler was busy writing in hig
studio. 1a
"Papa," +" said little Jem, ''ne and
Frisk want 90 hair to play with"
"Mr. Cutley wore wig, and Frisk
was the pet Spitz."
Mr.. Cutler removed the wig from
his polished Uranium and handed it
to little Jenny.
Another plaintiff voice was new
heard under his chair, and q pair Of
tiny, bread and buttered hands stole
over the broad expanss Of Mr.. Cut.
ler's snowy vest and clean ahirt
bosom. s sasaa
"Papa." asked little Wobbles,
''may paint 90 bald haadf''
"But am writing, Wobbleg dear,
and it will disturb me-
IL want to paint 90 head" again
murmured the plAintive voice.
The soft heart OF his father was
touched. He bent his form until HIS
brow, with its great rear expanse
showing the glacial attrition Of time,
came within reach OF Wobbles brush
and box of water-colors.
AS the child laid on shade after
shade. and stripe after stripe, little
Tipsey clambered on his desk, and
overturned the ink on Mr.. Cutters
manuscript. while Hepzibah. the lit.
tie two-year-old, ran the steel pens
into Mr.. Cutters calf. At that me-
ment the door opened, and Mrs. Cut.
Ter, bearing the twins, gazed upon
the scene, while tears of JOY ran
down her face.
Beautiful indeed is that household
where parents strive TO make genu-
inc hsme for their children.
CHAPTER II.
MAMA" said little Jenny. 81
want to go to heaven"
"But you can't go now, dear"
"But want to go. want 10 60
tonight. will g0l'' said the
child.
s'Mrs. Cutler awOke Cutler pater.
who was snoring the snore OF the
just:
"Cutler dear" said she, Jenny
wants to go to heaven"
LET him CO." said Cutler. turning
in bed. still three fourths asleep. and
not himself at all.
Cutler, you're brute r. shrieked
the mother. Then she tainted and
the seven inexpressibles. awakened
from sleep, set up howl in concert.
CHAPTER III.
,sMama, dim me some matches,'
said little Tommy. the third mex
pressible. Mrs. Cutler gave Tommy
box of matches.
sPapa," shouted q merry little
voice, Sammy wants tum tumpow-
der" s aue
"What de yOu want with gunpew-
der? asked Mr.. c..
"Oh, we's koin' to de tunting.'.
Mr.. C. smiled benevOlently. kissed
the child's ruddy cheeks. and sent
Immediately TO the village store Ter
canister of powder.
: '.Mammie.'"' piped the treble OF
little 10. ST wants tnm kersine.''
ssWhat would you do with kero-
sene, dear G''4 asked Mrs. @. s.ifss
ooh. We dsin' te have Illumination. /"
Mrs. G. handed little 10 tha gal
.lon-can of kerosine. who presented
comical sight as hia little boW.legG
bent under the lead.
The seven lnexpressibles were now
seen busily engaged in corner or
the garden. Mr. and Mrs. Cutler
looked on with delight and parental
satisfaction. bee iiida 81
"Our cup Of bliss 10 full. Ia " not
dearT" said Mr. G. and Mrs. @.
Suddenly, out OF the cluster or
seven iuexpressibles came q vivid
flash, q loud report. and the air was
filled with fragments of inexpressl.
bles. g E H.a''A aaa'
'sThey have gone" calmy remark.
ed Mr.. c.. - mss
Yes, little Sammy said he would
go 70 heaven te-night. bat T. didn't
think that be would take the rest
with him." replied Mrs. c. - 1
dearest We are young yet" said
Mr.. G. 70 Mrs. c. With an exprsaalve
wink.--Psck. Il = s
THIRTY YEARS AGO sHRINER'H.
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