The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1878-10-09

Though winds blow backward, and leagues be
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10 weary hearts that yearn for sleep, Il 5=
Look, and learn from the ships on The deep!
M 4a - The Spectator.
WHAT BECAME OF THE POCKET
BOOK.
6 Have you any toy trumpets2" asked
old Farmer Campbell of the talkative
tin-peddler whose red cart with Its house
keeper-tempting array Of brooms, mops,
scrubbing- brushes, pals, tubs, etc, stood
one sunny spring morning under the
budding NAPLES before the farmhouse
gate.
s. Lots on 'em. sir; red ones, blue ones,
green, yellow and white ones all on 'em
shiny ones. Which will you have?
'Aint they hansum now2'' and he .iingled
the attractive baubles before the smiling
old gent eman's face. Z.
ii pick out these two" he said, tax
ing one in each hand and putting his
hands behind him. /" Don't say anything
about them yet to Catherine Perhaps
when she settles up for her rags there'll
be enough coming to pay for them.
There, she's coming out with another
lot. y
sWe've been making rugs" explained
Catherine, q plump, good looking young
woman Of thirty, running briskly down
the walk with huge bundle in her arms,
/" that's how we happen to have SO many
colored rags to-day"
Here's another little wad, cried
Mother Campbell, very much out Of
breath, hurrying along after her daugh-
ter. Il don't want any leayings for
moths to congregate in.S
9ssi T declare !" calculated her husband
I'm dismy ST declare that is my Sleeps
gray vest. shan't have rag left to
putt on. and shall be driven to wearing
my 60 to-meetin' SUIT every day
Catherine had been diving her shining
brown head and plump shoulders into
the cart, bringing to light sundry pans,
cups, measures and skimmers, while the
artful peddler had beguiled her mother
into purchasing pair Of sparkling glass
pitchers. AS the accounts were being
balanced the old gentleman laughingly
held up the blue and the green trumpets
to be enumerated, while from a branch Of
the tree above their heads the tame crow,
Jetty, laughed, s'Ha, ha, ha," to call their
attention to the red trumpet which he had
stolen from the cart.
Father, you don't want that trumpet
more'n the crow does! Come down vita
that, you black rogue!" scolded Ms
Catherine.
II promised the twins when [ was up
to Dolly Jones' 10 have a tootmaker on
hand for each Of them when they came
down in May said the old man decided
", ssand grandpa mustn't break his word
to the little fellows"
"Those boys are too old for trupets, .
put In Mrs. Campbell. ''They'll drive
me distracted with their noise"
~ hope they'll never be to old too en-
JOY toys and tun," said the old gentleman,
roguishly blowing a plast upon each Of
the trumpets at the same time. 81 guess
Is will have one for myself, too, and as fol
the twins, they won be seven till june
4 They'll be eight, said his wife.
@5 CIV got it down on a paper in my
pocket book, 2 replied the old gentleman
feeling first in one pocket and then in
another, and I'll pay money for the
trumpets, Jetty's and all. Catherine
fetch my pocket book from the mantle
shelf in the bedroom chamber, he called
after his daughter, who was hurrying to-
ward the house.
B ut isn't there, she replied, as she re-
turned presently with q bag of dried APP
sples, ssand I didn't stop to look it up, be-
cause there will be enough coming
from these to pay for the trnmpets.''
ST want to make father some ginger
snaps after Cousin Ruth's receipt ana I
can't find the paper on which it is writ
ten down." remarked Mrs. Campbell next
morning, as, busy about the Saturday q
baking, she hustled around looking over
boxes, baskets, and drawers.
1T is in my pocket book said her
husband, glancing up from his news. pa
per, 81 saw it lying on the hanging ia
BILE the last time you made snaps and
reckoned it might get nislaid and SO you
have an excuse for not making me any
for a long spell. So took possession Of
it, and he began to feel first in one peck
ct and then in the other. 81 declare" he
calculated, presently, 81 havn't seen that
pocket book, as I remember. since /
looked for it when the peddler was here
yesterday.
Make ginger-drops with eurrants in
them to-day. mother 4 suggested Gather
inc, II can t take my hands out Of the
pound cake to look '7p that pocket book
noT." Y M.
'Havn't you wound the clock, father2'
asked Mrs. Cambell, as she.was tying her
bonnet strings in q square bow under her
e-chin, preparatory to starting for
church. 4. rs.
No" said he, but I was calculating to
just do 50 before / started, so as to be
sure and take the money for the mission
airy book when / took the ciock-key.
|, Catherine, bring me my pocket book
from the rnantle-shef in the bed room
cham BEL. y "a 58 sS
ut isn't here replied his daughter
who was rastling around in her best black
silk dress. add you lind it yesterday
If you did, / didn't hear anything about
it, and it slipped my mind. Il
uQuha, quha,n laughed Jetty, from the
tall lilac bush in front Of the bed broom
widow, and, glancing out, they saw that
he had the green trumpet in. his mouth.
ssHs stole that from the mantle in your
room, and why sLouldn't he have
stolen the pocket book as welle He picks