The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-04-23
THAT BOY.

AuSoanu! thSie : SoAlepouy out LII
the yard saving wood. Who do you
spose 'tis:"
Farmer Granger turned himself in
bed, listened moment, and then, with
the sleepy sigh OF one who realizes tnat
the time Of dreaming is over and work
hours are at hand, replied:
Its Old Warner, likely He's had
time 70 get over his centrum. 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 froclz 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 d pale checked, bare
footed boy whose low histle kept time as
he worked, while the heap Of sticks at his
feet gave evidence that MS saw had made
quick pace since sunrise
what are yon about, boy2'' was the
farmers salutation, as be neared the wood
pile.
"Ithought, maybe, you'd give me some
breakfast il sawed awhile" answered
the lad, looking up rs If to note how his
proposition would be received.
'nreakfast! Of course! We never
turn folks away hungry. Where'd you
come from2'
'Over east" was the indefinite reply.
"Where'd you sleep las night2'
'Under the bushes, down the road a
piece" the boy answered.
well, you're great one! | shout dnt
wonder, now, if you'd run away?"-half-
ln+errogated the farmer, with pleasant
twinkle in his eye. "Do you mind tell
ing me your nanle?''
Jap, sir.'
Jap, Aey2"
That's what they call me-ny real
names Jasper
"Who are they--your father and moth
err"
II haven't any, sir.''
brothers aud sisters2n
mot one" was the curt reply.
The farmer looked sharply at the boy
from under his broad brimmed hat,as The
saw piled to and fro; and, doubtless. he
would have pushed his inquiries still
further had not the impatient lowing of
Whitley and Doll reminded him that it
was milking time,
well, you dom look over and above
stlongish. You'd better let that wood
alone till you get some victua's down."
I'D rather keep on was the only an.
sWer: and the work proceeded with
no further interruption till Ethel, the
three-year .old pet of the family, came
trotting around the corner of the house,
70 announce in her baby fashion that
"b'ek'ast" was ready. sf ...= ....s. 4
"Cone right in, come right IN. You've
earned a good meal Of victuals;" and
Farmer Granger led the way, with his
little girl perched upon his shoulder.
The lad silently took the place assign
ed him at one end Of the square table op-
poslte Ethel and her father, while Mrs.
Granger and & happy faced old lady &C.
cupied seats On either side.
the first supply Of broiIed ham and
baked potatoes had disappeared from the
Z boys plate, and the second installnlent
was vanishing bit by bit, when Mrs.
Granger suddenly discovered that be hsd
no butter. ... #.0
mo, ma'am; don't care for it-this
breads good enough without any, was
TIE reply when the plate was passed.
Mrs. Granger received this compl-
nent with pleased smile, a1d an extra
large doughnut Immediately found its
way 10 accompany the BUTTERFLIES bread
ira like to work awhile longer to pay
tor that breakfast" remarked the boy as
he followed the farmer through the wood
house. II haven't tasted anything so
good in a long time" and the saw was
taken up without waiting for permission
"Well, if you're mind to cut and pile
upa spell, you can stay and get your
dinner, We always mean to have good
vlctuals and plenty Of 'em here"
"Now, where are you bound fora''
questioned the farmer, as the lad picked
mp his bundle after dinner and seemed
ready to take his departure
i don't know, sir, he replied, digging
hls bare toes into the dirt. 81 suppose
II stop anywhere 7 can work.
whats the matter with this placer
with little twinkle of the gray eyes.
3That woods to cut, and it'll take three
Or four days, at the least calculation. I'll
agree TO give you enough to eat and q |