The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-06-04
One of the Seven Ages.


MY gwaciousw listened moment,
to hear if anything more would be said,
but the above expletive was the beginning
and the end. My son, not quite six years
old, called by some the s'buccaneer," and
by others, "boseen," but whose given
name was Joseph, had been sent to the
adjoining apartment to mediate on his
sins. In the act of putting patch on a
pair Of little breeches, which had been
rent from leg to waistband in climbing
spiked, and on that account not forbidden,
fence, was naturally too much occupied
to rise and discover the cause of the pris-
oner's excitement. There had been no
noise, consequently there could be no
mischief. Oh, fallacy Of fallacies! What
could be more ridiculous than such a con-
clusion from such premise?
The "buccaneer" had FIVE pairs of
trousers, all in the same or a like condi-
ton, and these were his Sunday ones.
They had been worn once to Sabbath
school, once to the park, and once on
visit to spiked fence. They were Sun
day pants no longer. That morning I
had bundled off all his ragged clothes to
be mended, and nothing remained be-
tween the best ones and Joseph at home
in his night-gown all day. The last was
Observation-Disclosures the patching.
'Remember, my son, that these are
your Sunday trousers" had said, with
all the impressment could command,
"and don't climb anywhere, and don't sit
down in the dirt. Do you hear, me?''
Eyes ma'am.' =r.g -. f. ~
''You can play for an hour in the lot, if
you will promise to be good boy, and
remember what have told you.'
Eyes, ma'am."
land remember, if you get Into any
trouble or pick quarrel with any of the
children or strike one of them, shall
punish you severely w.,
';Oh! the angel face that was lifted to
mine as l finished the last sentence.
Raphael never painted cherub that could
approach it in innocence of expression.
"Josie never fight no more" said he,
s'Miss Price''-Miss Price was the Angels
Sabbath School steacher-tssays that its
orful wicket to fight, and great bigssbears,
so high"-pointing to the, ceiling with
his chubby forefingger- come down. from
the great big high mountains, and eat
boys what fight, all up" ..4s"
The Bible stories were badly mixed,
but there seemed certain safety in the
mistake, and let it 60, for this time at
least. 2.s.< IA 3D. Nit
"Oh my gwacious = came from the sit
ting room, this time a little louder, and
with touch Of sorrow in the tone
What are you doing, Joseph?" I asked
with some severity.
Paying horse, mamma" r A.%.&
what are you playing horse with?"
"No reply. repeated the question.
with tings, mamma; don't be faid y
came at last in wheedling manner had
grown accustomed to when there was
mischief on foot. .-5 .-. ~. ss,,=}s
"Do you hear me? What kind of things
are you playing horse with?"
''Only spenders, mamma e..
A horrible thought flashed into m,
mind, and at the same time strong odo
Of kerosene invaded nv nostrils. Patche
and scissors, breaches and spools role,
out Of my lap as flew across the room
What saw was this: How it had all bee
managed without the slightest noise j
only another connundrum which a.
mother give up without the slightest al
tempt at solution. Joseph had screwe
his fathers desk chair to the top motel
and there he sat with piece Of Irvine
each hand. These strings were attache
to his fathers wedding suspenders, whic
my own hands had embroidered. Ho
little I dreamed, when setting these val
gated stitches that such fate wou
overtake them. At that moment
twas wicked, lam sorry, butt couldr
help wondering why girls ever get ms
ried.
But to resume. The suspenders we