Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1879-03-11
THAT BOY.

Husband there's somebody out in
the yard saving wood. Who do you
s'pose tits p
Farmer Granger turned himself in
bed, listened q moment, and then, with
the sleepy sigh of one who realizes that
the time for dreaming is over and work
bours are at hand, replied:
"It's Old Warner. likely. He's had
time to get over his tantrum. I'll see. I"
The farmers toilet was not one that
required hours to perfect, and before
Mrs. Granger had concluded that it was
time for her to g be stirring" the brown
trousers 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-open blind.
No red -nosed, haggard- faced old man
met his gaze, but a pale-cheeked, bare
footed boy whose low whistle 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
woodpile.
+" / thought, maybe, you'd give me
some breakfast if I sawed awhile" an
swered the lad, looking up as if to note
how his proposition would be received.
Breakfast OF coursel We never
turn folks away hungry. Where'd you
come from2"
"Over east, was the indefinite reply.
Where'd you sleep las night ?"
Under the bushes, down the road q
piece" the boy answered.
"Wel, you're a great onel Ishouldn' t
wonder, now. if you'd run away ?"-half-
Intercepted the farmer, with a pleasant
twinkle in his eye. "Do you mind tell
ing your name ?"
"Jap, SIR"
"Jap, hey ?"
"That's what they call me-my real
names Jasper"
"Who are they-your father and
mother ?"
$ haven't any, sir"
"Brothers and sistersY'
Not 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 linn that it
was milking time.
"Well, you don't look over and above
strongish. You'd better let that wood
alone till you get some victuals down. 2
"I'd rather keep on, was the only
answer; 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.
to announce in her baby fashion that
b'e'k'ast" was ready.
"Come right in, come right in.
You've earned good meal O. victuals;''
and Farmer Granger led the way, with
his little girl perched upon his shoulder.
The lad silently took the place as
signed him, at one end of the square
table opposite Ethel and her father.
while Mrs. Granger and happy-faced
old lady occupied seats on either side.
The first supply Of broiled ham and
baked potatoes had disappeared from
the boys plate, and the second install
Tnent was vanishing bit by bit, when
Mrs. Granger suddenly discovered that
he had no butter.
No, ma'am; I don't care for it-this
breads good enough without any," was
the reply when the plate was passed.
Mrs. Granger received this compli.
ment with q pleased smile, and an extra
large doughnut Immediately found its
way to accompany the BUTTERFLIES bread
I'D like to work awhile longer tc