Daily globe., 1879-06-22
THAT BOY
4 Short Story for Mothers.

OuC DiedSuut LII lilC Cdl1N paw VI
summer, Max Fennimore stood leaning
listlessly over the gate IN front OF bis
fathers house. But this hstless manner
suddenly changed to admiration, for, on
looking down the street, he saw Frank
Jones coming. Frank was holding fast
to string, to the other end of which was
attached a beautiful kite. Max opened
the gate and ran to meet him.
"Ob, Frank" be cried, 'please let me
fly your kite awhile?"
"Well," said Frank good-naturedly.
"But hold fast to the string. for she pulls
like d span of horses.''
Max took hold of the string carefully;
and as he watched the kite, floating
among the very clouds, and felt it tug
sing at the string as if impatient with the
tie which held it to the earth, he was
filled with the utmost delight. He
thrust his disengaged hand into his
pocket, and drew forth lead pencil, a
gaily striped tin penholder, a chunk Of
red chalk, tee neck of a broken bottle,
a piece of rubber, and bit Of colored
glass; all of which he offered in exchange
for the kite, but without success. Finally
he drew forth new pocket knife.
''Sec here, Frank' said he. II will
give you this knife,i if you will letme have
the kite"
Frank was several years older than
Max. He Rad no intention Of taking an
unfair advantage of his enthusiastic young
friend.
':The kite is not worth near so much
as your knife,' said he. ''Let me take
the string, and l will bring the kite down.
I can show you in a few moments how to
make one for yourself.'
Max vas delighted. He watched
Frank as he slowly wound up the string,
and when the kite gave final plunge to
the earth, he ran and got it, and brought
it to Frank uninjured Then the boys
sat down on the sidewalk, while Frank
explained it's construction.
"And now," said Frank, rising to go,
eff you have any trouble in balancing it,
bring it over to me, and will fasten on
the string for you.'
"All right" was the reply; and Max
ran back to the house, and procuring a
piece of pine board he entered the kitchen
The room presented an appearance of per-
feet order and neatness; for Mrs. Fenni-
more was Il model housekeeper, and
could not tolerate anything like dirt or
confusion. Tnerc was no one about the
house but himself, but he did not consid-
cr this an unfavorable circumstance. He
set at work with zeal which soon cov-
cred the floor with bits of wood and shay
ings. He soon had the frame made, and
neatly tackled together. He got a paper
with which to cover it, and then began a
desperate search for scissors. He searched
through the family sitting room: over
turning his motNer's work-basket, look
ing through the contents; and in bis haste
leaving everything in disorder and confu-
sion after him. He at length succeeded
in finding pair but could find no ,nuci-
lago to fistcn on the cover with, so, pro-
curing a basin, he put in a quantity of
-four, and mixing it up with water, soon
had liberal supply of paste.
Finally the kite was completed. He
set it upon the table, and looked at it
with an air of pride aud triumph. Max
was an ingenious boy; and it was q nice
piece of workmans' ip for a lad Of his
age. ''Ain't it beauty, thought" he
exclaimed to himself. Il do believe it is
nicer kite than Frank's.''
He stepped backward to take a bette,
looS, and in doing so, stumbled over the
basin, and in overturning it, the contents
ran out Oh the floor. Max looked about
him; he had been so absorbed in the con
struction Of his kite as to be entirely
oblivious tc the mischief he had been do
ing. Filled with dismay he ran for tn,
mop, and began desperate attempt t(
wipo ~, tho ,,octo P1t bf
worked the further the paste spread, en-
quilting bits of wood and paper. Ma,
was in despair. Just at tnat momen
the door opened. Mrs. Fennimore was
about to enter, but paused in the door
way; through the door ajar she coult
look into the other room, and her prac
ticed eye took in the whole scene.
MAX Fennimore!" It was only tn
boys name, but there was signitican
empasis and inhextion in the tone il
which it was uttered.
II didn't mean to make muss," began
Max in trepidation. But was so bus,
I didn't notice what was doing. Jus
wait moment, mother, and will cleal
it all up" And Max began moppin,
again with desperation. Mrs. Fenni
luOlc udSIcucl dCIOSS CilC T'Olu, du(
grasping Max by the shoulder, shoo]
him free from the mop-handle.
MAX Fennimore! she exclaime'
again, "what have you been doing?"
making kite" and Max glance,
ruefulFy at the beautiful specimen of hi
skill that stood on the table, as if in tri
umph at having attained such comely pro
portions, amid such chaos ana confusion
II will teach you how to make kites
And Mrs. Fennimore crossed the room
and seizing the fabric, crushed it in he
hands, and thrust it remorsely into tn
stove. Then she turned her attention t
Max. Didn't I tell you, before I lei
home" she began, "that should expec
to find everything just as I left it when
returned? And now, look at these rooms
And this is always the way. I never ca
leave the house for half hour, but " he
return I find it looking as if hurrican
had passed through it. I declare, Ma,
you will worry the life out of metz
Max was unmoved. It was not S
much because he had grown used to thi
expression, and stood in no fear of hi
mothers immediate dissolution; but wit
the destruction of the Kite, his penitenc
and remorse had suddenly vanished an
he listened to his mothers words siler
and sull.n, and would make no promise