The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1879-11-13

to her husband, with much concern on
her face, and IN anxious tone of voice.
II never yield to his lmperious temper;
I never indulge him in anything;I think
! about him and care about him at all
l. times, but see no good results.'
While Mrs. Burton was speaking, a
bright, active boy, eight years Of age,
came dashing into the room, and, with
with two large sticks against one of the
window-sills, and making deafening
noise.
''Incorrigible boy!" exclaimed his
mo- her, going quickly up to him, and
jerking the sticks out of his hand; team
not teach you manners or decency? L
have told you hundred times that when
| you come into room where any one is
! sitting you must be quiet. Go up stairs
this moment, and do not let me see your
face for an hour!'
The boy became sulky in an instant
! and stood where he was, pouting sadly.
"Did you hear what I said? Go up
stairs this moment2'
Mrs. Burton spoke in very angry
tone and looked quite as angry as she
spoke.
Slowly moved the boy toward the
door, scowl darkening his face, thatwas
a moment before so bright and cheerful
His steps were too deliberate for the
over-excited feelings OF his mother; she
sprang toward HIM, and, Selling him by
the arm, pushed him from the room
and closed the door loudly after him.
II declare I am out of all heart" she
exclaimed, sinking down upon chair
st is line upon line, and precept
upon precept, but all to no pur-
pose. That boy will break my heart
yet"
Mr.. Burton said nothing, but he saw
plainly enough that it was not all the
child's fault. He doubted the use of
speaking out and saying this unequivo
cally, although he had often and often
been on the point Of doing 80 involun-
tarily. Heknew the temper of his wife
SO well, and her peculiar sensitiveness
about everything that looked like charg-
ing fault upon herself, more harm than
good would result from an attempt on
his part to show her that she was much
more to blame than half for the boys
| perverseness of temper.
Once or twice the little fellow showed
himself at the door, but was driven back
with harsh words until the hour for tea
arrived. The sound OF the tea~bell
caused an instant oblivion of all the dis
agreeable impressions made on his mind.
His little feet answered the welcome
ears of his mother.
eco back, sir" she said stcrDly, as he
| burst open the diningroom door, and
sent it swinging with a loud conclusion
against the wall, sand see if you cannot
| walk down stairs more like a boy than a
horse"
| Master Henry withdrew, pouting out
his rosy lips to the distance of nearly an
inch. He went up one flight of stairs,
and then returned.
600 up to the third story where you
| first started from, and come down quiet
ly all the way, or you shall not have a
mouthful of supper"
81 don't want to- whined the little
boy.
@Go up, 1 tell you, this instant, or I
| will send you to bed without anything to
eat"
This was threat that former expert
ence had taught him mi light be executed,
and SO he deemed it better to submit
than to pay too dearly for having his own
way. The distance to the third story
was made in few light springs, and
then he came pattering down as lightly,
| and took his place at the table quickly,
but silently.
''Thcre-there, not too fast; you have
! plenty to eat and time enough to eat it
IN"
Henry settled himself down to the ia
bic as quietly as his mercurial spirits
| would let him, and tried to wait until he
was helped, but in spite of all his efforts
to do so, his hand went over into the
bread basket. A look from his mother
! caused him to drop the slice he had
raised; it was not look in which
there was much affection. While wait
ing to be helped his hands were busy
with his knife and fork, making most
unpleasant clatter.
'Put down your hands!:' harshly
spoken. remedied this evil, or rather sent
the active movement from the little fell
lows hands to his feet, that commenced
a swinging motion, his heels striking
noisily against the chair.
tKeep your feet stillv' caused this to
cease.
After one or more reproofs, the boy
was left to himself AS soon as he re-
ceived his cup Of tea he poured the entire
contents into his saucer and then tried
to lift it steadily to his lips. In doing
SO he spilled one-third Of the contents
upon the tablecloth.
| A box on the ears and storm Of angry
words rewarded this feat.
"Have I not told you over and over
again, you incorrigibie, bad boy, not to
pour tie whole Of your tea into your sau-