Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1879-01-09
Three Chapter. an the Lie of a Boy.
CHAPTER I. "rrs A BOY"

| ing girl babies, there is something In the
pithy announcement, 'Its boy,'' which
dispels all faneiful dreams and sets every
body on the prose basis. His very voice,
as it utters defiant war-whoop TO the
grand army Of humanity, tells the story
to experienced years. The visions of q
dainty girl darling very soon vanish be-
fore 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 turkey cocks
head at Thanksgiving times when he ex-
poets to show of to good advantage be-
fore callers. He persists in an abnormal
developments of nose and puhlness about
the eyes, along with several other little
tricks known only to interested parties.
Parents and nurses become reconcfied
and accept him on trust, seeing no other
alternative. He emerges from his puhy
and rosy obstinacy to roly-poly, wide
awake thing of beauty, which is Joy
fully oie-half of the time. There Is
process from infancy to little boyhood, 3
sweet time, when theznan-child is half
baby, half angel. In the clear depth Of
his innocent eyes is. awerld 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 age, for the peeuliarities which
mark the eafagt terrible are yet undeTel-
oped.e He is an armfulof love and beauty
and romise and dread and hope. Love
him while yet there is no guile Of tender
| lips, no sin in the aunwritten soul, mo
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finished work.
CHAPTER T.---!s'siGIT UP, OLD HoRsExi''
''Mercy, what noisei 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-baskets
and, good gracious, what work has been
made with my wool and threadl There's
the last paper torn to scraps and stuffed
in the cuspidore with my screw. driver
that I lost week ago., What is he doing
with the cat? and, dear me, if he hasn't
thrown grandma's speetacles into the
crate ~ zf.,zt.ss- Is :. ..e.5
where's Harry-? Run to the Kitchen
and see. All the eggs are broken in the
the pudding has been fed to the cat and
dog. Bridget Lannigan is in towering
rage, and says, t"sPhat's the use eOf shla-
vim to kape clsne wild such a young .divil
forninst ye?'' Miss Frigidity Eussbunch
calls, and is Mortified by being requested
to s'be horse and let Harry ride straddle
to Boston, 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 funny little hat. s..-.
A few years of this Juvenile terror and
then appears another stage of the boy.
He gets fever only appeased by mar
bles. 1t is useless to head off this phase;
| if it is shut off in one direction it breaks
out more violently in some other. It
goes through a period of six or seven
years and costs much in anxiety, broken
window -panes and mortified pride. He
| is afflicted with rats, pigeons and other
boyish 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 soliei-
tude he straps his legs fast. to six feet of
stills and stoopsto 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 conyice his
parents that it was "only because Bill
Wilson dropped his slate on Abe Henne-
gan's toes and made me Iaugh.' He
caryes his awkward initials on old Mrs.
Williams cellar door and she threatens
his arrest. He goes to see 'sHumpty
Dumpty'' and comes home and throws
real brickbats at his aunt, and Bridget is
met with battering blow from his head
when sheis 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 pillow
cases to match them. Gradually he leaves
of his hurly y-burly life and imperceptibiy
glides into
CHAPTERIII .-''wHERE's Ny BLUE TE?'
''Where is the blacking brush? 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 stiffer. don't thank some one
for throwing my coat down and getting
it wrinkIed all up. How do you like this
hat? Think it looks better than my soft
one? You win find the pigeon boxes all
deserted about this period, not rat-trap
cumbers the back yard. The woodshed
theatricals are all ended the stills are put
away; kites forgotten and window-glass
in perfect safety. The dust has filled up
the rude initials in Mrs. Williams cellar
door, and there is an unlimited quiet all
around the house. Chairs stay in their
places and pantaloons will no longer
bear cutting over for the boy. He gets
them now out of new stuff, and mothers
"cut'' will not satisfy him. he is not in
the way now, and there is heavy pain
in mothers heart as she thinks that he
win never need her much any more. The
innocent eyes have deeper meaning in
them now. They have taken into their
depths the reflection of a face younger
than mothers, and life begins to look real
to them. .....s-:...--s
The world is full of homes where these
pictures will be recognized and hung up
as family portraits-homes where there
are no sounds of young voices now. They
grow away into the great world so soon,
J and we put away the nameless feeling of
desolation as we do the cast-of toys Of
, their childhood; and when the evening
of life approaches the heart goes back
f along the track of time and is once more
with the children in the dear old long
: ago.-Sa turday Night.
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