Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-04-20
THAT BOY.

tno yalu saving "oOu. VIII w you
s'pose 'tis?'
Farmer Granger turned himself in
bed, listened a moment, and then, with
the sleepy sigh OF one who realizes that
the time of dreaming is over and work
hours arc at hand, replied:
cts Old Warner, likely. He's had
time to get over his tentrum. I'll see."
The farmers toilet was not one that
required hours to perfect, and before Mrs.
Granger had concluded that it was time
for her to "be stirrine," the brown trous-
ers and blue frock Of her husband could
have been seen at the further end of the
big kitchen, while two keen gray eyes
peered through the half opened blind.
No red nosed, haggard- faced old man
met his gaze, but pale checked, bare
footed boy whose low histle kept time as
he worked, while the heap Of sticks at his
feet gave evidence that his saw had made
quick pace since sunrise.
"What are you about, boy?" was the
farmers salutation, as he neared the wood
pile.
II thought, maybe, you'd give me some
breakfast if I sawed awhile" answered
the lad, looking up as if to note how his
proposition would be received.
"Breakfast! Of course! We never
turn folks away hungry. Where'd you
come from?''
lover east" was the indefinite reply.
"Where'd you sleep las night2"
"Under the bushes, down the road q
piece" the boy answered.
swell, you're great one! I shoul dn' t
wonder, now, if you'd run away?"-half-
interrogated the farmer, with pleasant
twinkle in his eye. $40 you mind tell
ing me your name?'
"Jap, sir"
slap, hey9"
"That's what they call me-my real
names Jasper"
"Who are they--your father and moth
err"
81 haven't any, sir"
s'Brothers and sisters?"
'Not one," was the curt reply.
The farmer looked sharply at the boy
from under his broad -brimmed hat, AS Che
saw piled to and fro; and, doubtless, he
would have pushed his inquiries Still
further had not the impatient lowing O.
Whitley and Doll reminded him that i
was milking time,
"Well, you dou't look over and above
st,ongish. You'd better let that Woo
alone till you get some victua's down.
"I'd rather keep on" was the only an
swer; and the work proceeded will
no further interru ption till Ethel, tn
three-year old pet of the family, cam
trotting around the corner of the house
to announce in her baby fashion tina
"b'e'k'ast" was ready.
"Come right in, come right IN. You'v
earned good meal of victuals;" an
Farmer Granger led the way, with hi
little girl perched upon his shoulder.
The lad silently took the place assign
ed him at one end of the square table or
posite Ethel and her father, while Mr.
Granger and a happy faced old lady OF
cupied seats on either side.
The first supply of broiled ham an
baked potatoes had disappeared from tn
boys plate, and the second installme1
was vanishing bit by bit, when Mr.
Granger suddenly discovered that he he
no butter.
"No, ma'am; I don't care for it'll
breads good enough without any," W
the reply when the plate was passed.
Mrs. Granger received this compl
ment with pleased smile, aad an ext
large doughnut Immediately found
way to accompany the BUTTERFLIES brea
I'D like to work awhile longer to ps
for that breakfast" remarked the boy
he followed the farmer through the WOO
house. II haven't tasted anything
good in long time" and the saw W
taken up without waiting for permissio
"Well, if you're mind to cut and pi
up a spell, you can stay and get 20
dinner. We always mean to have go'
victuals and plenty of 'em here.'
"NOW, where are you bound for
questioned the farmer, as the lad pick
up his bundle after dinner and seem
ready to take his departure.
II don't know, sir" he replied, diggi
his bare toes into the dirt. 81 suppc
I'll stop anywhere I can work."
tsWhat's the matter with this place
with little twinkle of tie gray ey
ssThat woods to cut, and it'll take tn,
or four days, at the least calculation.
agree to give you enough to eat and
comf'table bed. May be by that I'll
You'll want to run home again.
The bows eyes flashed; but he set
Hps firmly together, and made no ans,
for q minute. Then he said:
ssl ou are very kind, sir. I'll stay
you will let me-"
Solomon Granger, you're crazy!"
claimed the nervous little woman, wi
her husband related the foregoing c.
versation. "The idea Of having that (
in the house all night! shan't sleep
single wink. Likely as not he'll kill