The Canton advocate. [volume] (Canton, D.T. [S.D.]) 1877-1897, 1879-06-05
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;"My gwacious y listened a moment
to hear if anything more would be said
but the above expletive was the beginnin.
and the end. It My son, not quite six year
old, called hy some the, e,,'sbuccaneer, an,
by others, "boscen,' but whose give,
name was Joseph, had been sent to tn
adjoining apartment TO mediate on hi
sinsoaIn the act of putting a patch on
pair Of little breeches," which had beer
rent from leg toswaistband' in climbing
Esplked, and on that account not forbidden
fence, Iwas naturally too much occupied
:, to rise and discover the; cause gof the lpris
oner's excitement. There had been n,
noise, Consequently there could bei NJ
mischief. Oh, fallacy Of fallacics! What
could be more ridiculous than such con. on
clusion from such premisef1 aai .a'faa-
| The ,'sbuceaneer'I thadE five pairs Of
trousers, all in, the same or like condi.
ton, and these. were his Sunday ones
They had been worn once to. Sabbath
school, ohce to the park, and once once on "a
visit'to a spiked fence. They We're Sun.
day pants no longer. That morning /
had bundled of.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
contingency too dreadful for moments S
consideration-henc the patching: ai f%
.HRemember, my. son, that these are
your Sunday trousers l had said, with
all the impressment 1 could command, |,
"ahd don't climb anywhere, and don't sit
down in the dirt. Do you hear me?. -
"Yes ma'am." pH9 i'Ihbts s'-S ,S4htA -
s~You can play for an hour III the lot, if
you will promise to be-a, good boy, and
remember, what I have told you."sa1gg9 :
. eyes, ma'am.n .,.ii ..,,.,,f.,.r.. q.
"And remember, if YOU pet Into any
trouble or pick quarrel with any Of the
childrenn or strike one of them, i shall
punish you severely shi 81 6a@o9 q
i 'Oh the angel face that was lifted to.
mine; as 1 finished the last sentence.
Raphael never painted a cherub that could
approach it in innocence Of expression. -
"Jcsic never fight no more" said he,
|" Miss Price"-Miss Price was the Angels
Sabbath School oteacher=-ssays that its
orful wicket to fight, and great big bears,
SO high pointing to, the ceiling with
his chubby forefnger-'sc down from
the great big high mountains, and eat
boys what fight, all up t32.'E' Il. g u
/ The Bible stories were badly mixed,
but there seemed a certain safety in the
mistake, and let it 60, for this time at
| least. r5...f..,->, a.,
sob my gwacious!' came from the sit
ting room, this time little louder, and
with touch of sorrow in the tone. ''I Z
"What are you doing, Joseph?" asked
with some severity. IL LaC 5LTaa 1j!H III
Paying horse, mammal i,affasail
"What are you playing horse with9' p..
'No reply. repeated the question.
with fings, mamma; don't be faid''
came at last ina wheedling manner / had
grown! accustomed to- when there was
mischief on foot. 9slTGiog ,asEoy Eea ~ Z;
"Do you hear me9, What kind Of things
are you playing horse with9" f..I .,ffs .-s
"Oniy spenders, mamma
A horrible thought flashed into my
mind, and at the same time strong odor
of kerosene invaded my nostrils. Patches
and scissors, breeches and sspools rolled
out Of my lap as l flew. across the, room.
What saw was this: How it had all been
managed without the slightest noise IS
only another connundrum which as a
mother give up without the slightest at
tempt at solution. Joseph had screwed
his, fathers desk-chair, to the top NOTCH
and there he sat with a piece of twinc in
each hand. These strings were attached
to his fathers wedding suspenders, which
MY own hands had embroidered How
little dreamed, when setting these vari-i
gated stitches that such a fate il would.
overtake them. 4 At that moment-if
twas wicked, lam sorry, butt couldn't
help wondering why girls ever get mar
ried. iIiilE sitl 1f.f s1tsl 9i.1 'liS t's3i !.
But to resume. The suspenders were
skillfully and destrnctively fastened to
the student-lamp which the ssb,lccaneerp
had set on the floor, minus the, shade
Why minus the shade is given up with
the rest Of the juvenile conundrums. An
extra pull had upset the lamp, flooded
the carpet, completely saturated one sus.S
pender and spotted and besmeared the
other. Two minutes after, Joseph was
sobbing in his crib, and I had gone back
to- my patch. fsssa.4
F MY heart misgayc me when / had again
taken up my needle. Had I not been un-
necessarily harsh with the dear little fel-
low? Strange how pathetic the little
| 'breeches had all at once become! I
thought of the half-worn shoes and stock
ings and tiny pants like these tucked
away in drawers where none but grieving
mothers ever go, and-well, the patch
was finished, and l would take a look at
the darling whose sobbing had almost
ceased. Should I ever forgive myself if
~-if-if what? Oh! thought too dreadful
to be endured a moment, and yet children
die, yes children die, and mothers who
love, even as I,9loye,a live on without
them. ~ - .t,ft s a.t nv.
Joseph's hands were very grimy, and
his face was not much better. What with
the borrowed dirt on his hands, and the
tears that had diluted without purifying
sit, the. effect was somewhat ludicrous
There wasn't spot from chin to fore
head clean enough to kiss, SO pressed
my cheek to the darlings sunny curls,
and left him to have his nap out. =
ssTheyehione Of them rowdy boys at the
deor. who wantssto see you'.a minnit,' y
said the, cook, ~ few minutes af- !
terward, as ! Was beating eggs in the
"say, Miss Smith said the boy, as /
stepped to the door, 'syour Joe ii down
below here fighting like everything, and
~ Amt Got no clothes on either, he amt y