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yer paper. What's that, Robbie?"
Robbie stopped short in his pleasant
exercise, and answered promptly
Choclit. I want it,
@s"It's too early in the morning fol
sweets said the mother. Robbie shal
have it by-and-bye.'
"No-o. Now yelled the boy.
." made the bonbon disappear into
the air iuggler fashion, and the cherut
sulkcd with finger in his mouth.
"He's lovely boy,'1 said to the
mother.
Hes his mammals blessing she
answered. fondly. Robbie, speak tc
the nice gentleman
"No, I WON'T responded the bless
ing, in a tone of smothered brutality
like an infantile Bill Sykes.
" Robbie, said I, don't you want tc
ride a a p pretty pink pony with blue
"This novel proposition made him
thoughtful a moment; then, eying me
with a settled hatred, he answered
| No, don't; I want choclit.'
Mothers lamb shall have choco.
late by-and-bye,' said Mrs. Randolph
and kissed him in manner perfectly
distracting to the man who adored her
Whereat he grabbed an earring, and
cruelty held her graceful head at arms
length.
Robbie, darling, you make mamms
cry, she said, persuaslKye1lyy. as Ke1y 49, h,.,,o,or
until his Uncle Russell caught the little
arm and shook it, with Hi! hi! young
rascal, letgo.' :,
"Be careful; don't hurt him. said
Mrs. Randolph, with great warmth and
decision.
"'Won't leggo! won't ieggo |!
screamed Robbie, until the yelling
struggling mass of embroidery, bare
knees, and yellow curls was handed
over to Marie, the bonnie, who carried il
up stairs. Robbie won't! Robbie
WON'T reaching US in grateful diminu.
endo.
"Mrs. Randolph and I took stroll
by the lake. My little son is very ner.
vous and sensitive she remarked, but
very affectionate.'
"And such Il child is atreasure when
properly governed I ventured, with
discreet emphasis.
'He has never been punished she
said. His spirit shan't be broken
Certainly not, but little whole
some restraint
"No,' she broke in, with decision,
he doesn't need it. He's darling child,
and my only comfort
The little fierceness of motherhood
was very becoming, after all, to such q
pretty woman, and that May day passed
like q pleasant dream. To be sure, it
was broken occasionally by suspicion
of nightmare in the shape of Robbie,
who, except for the one moment when
he grabbed the coveted 'choclit,' re.
garded me with steady disfavor.
Hell be 80 afectionate when he's
once acquainted the mother said.
".Kiss me, Robbie dear. ventured.
"Hit yer,' answered the baby ruff
fan. :
"'Oh no. coaxed mamma; give the
nice gentleman pretty, pretty kiss
1.-The nice gentleman approached eau
tiously, but not cautiously enough. Rob.
bic delivered well-aimed blow directly
between my eyes. --t..
"Next morning we all started in =
travelling carriage for the passage of The
Simplon. The vehicle was roomy for
the iour of US, and Robbie besides. The
6onne rode outside In face, his mother
was 80 fond, that Robbie's nurse held
something of sinecure. Now there's
nothing that so favors rapid intimacy
as travelling by carriage. There's the
proximity, the lack of ceremony, the
luncheon from the same napkin, the
walk up hill, the flower to be plucked,
the little accident. the boot or shawl to
be adjusted, the rude jostle, the readily
granted pardon. Why, you are old
friends in day. l felt myself lucky.
But I reckoned without Robbie. 1t
seems, as an inducement to be washed
and dressed, his mother had told him he
should see Swiss chalet - q pretty,
pretty lit e chalet, way up on the high
mountain Two minutes after our start
Robbie began in this fashion:
"Mam-ma, I wantersee the Chalet
"'By-and-bye. my love- {
"'Robbie wantersee the chalet
now :: .rs.;.. i.;.. y-
a. Robbie must ride up the big
mountains first.
about on his mothers lap like lively
young eel. !.
"He's nervous explained Mrs. Ran
dolph; 'he couldn't eat breakfast. it
was so early. Robbie, want q piece of
bread p
"'No; want ice-keam.'
"'There's no ice-cream in the noun
tains.'
"'Want cha-lets, then
"'Sit still, my pet
"'Ice-k.e-a-m! then q prolonged
whine, and Robbie began: to throw
himself violently from side to side
against the doors of the carriage.
"'Hoid the door, do" said the man.
ma to her brother; and hold the door,
please to me; so the youngster flung
about in comparative safety. This ex-
ercise he repeated at intervals hundred
times during the day.
b Your boy is dreadfully spoiled,
Adelaide Russell ventured to say, and
Mrs. Russell suggested it was time to
take that child in hand But Mrs.
Randolph argued, 'Roboie isn't we'll
to-day and all bright children are
restless and Robbie has too much
BRAIN and she became so spirited it
seemed wiser not to court discussion.
"I'm told there's fine scenery on the
Simplon pass, I don't know. I 1remem-
Der being thumped, anc hearing whin-
ing CRY Of 'Robbie wanterspe chalet.
They say there are fine St. Bernard dogs
up at the Hospice. Pm sure of that, for
Robbie tried to haul out the tongue of
one good-natured great fellow, who
tipped tie little boy over with his great
paw, and terrified Mrs. Randolph. I
believe there are torrents, and preci-
pices, ard gorges,, and white mountain
peaks; but couldn't see them, for, as a
matter of self-protection, / had to keep
my eye on Robbie. That there were
deeply colored flowers. thick as carpet
ing over the meadows, can be reason
ably certain, for I gathered a pretty
bunch for Mrs. Randolph; and Robbie,
saying, Mamma SAINT take nassy mans
flowers, tore them all to pieces.
"Just before we reached Isella, which
in q normal mental condition would
hsve struck me as picturesque spot,
Robbie was shown q chalet.
"Now, thought /, there'll be peace on
that score. But no; there was new
howl. He had evidently thought cna-
let something to eat or play with, for he
was wofully disappointed, and yelled: /:
That amt chalet. Robbie don't like
it. Robbie want hobby-horse.'
& "Mrs. Randolph promptly lent her
shoulders to represent the desired play
thing. until she grew pale.
I'VE lodged at Isella, and by chance
my room adjoined Mrs. Randolph's.
Robbie always slept by his mamma, be-
ing too precious to be trusted to the