Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-07-25
Ho,v Tommy 1Y,,gle Ran A,Uay.

OF = baby, fast asleep
In the meadow grass so deep.
Ho,c Tommy Tis,gle Ran A,Uay.
"Come, Tommy, want you to rock
the cradle" Of course Tommy Tingle
did not hear his mothers call, for he
did not move.
"Tommy, do you hear me? want
you to rock the baby to sleep" Some
evil spirit passed by at that moment
and left ugly marks on Tommy Tingle's
face.
'Ye-es, hear,'' he drawled
"Well, come at once. Baby is crying
and I must finish this work before
supper"
Another evil spirit came along, and
think he must have been Chief Hasty
Pudding Stirrer to the Great King of
Badman's Land, for as Tommy turned
into the house he knew something about
him which ought to be calm and quiet
was getting into fearfully ruf1ed con-
dition. How that something" did
boil and bubble and rage and dash and
tear about, just like an angry little
brook after it has fallen over a great
rock.
just as Tommy touched the cradle the
Chief Hasty Pudding Stirrer to the
Great King of Badman's Land made an
other wild dash into the something,
and in an instant it-well, it 'Eslopped
over"
"I don't see why fellow can't be let
alone. Don't want to be rocking the
babies and doing things all the time"
Another turn by the Chief Hasty Pud-
ding Stirrer, and then another "slop
over"
81 won't stand it! I'll run away |!
I've had enough of rocking babies, and
bringing in wood and coal, and doing
things. and I'll go away from them y
And so the Chief Hasty Pudding Stir
rer to the Great King of Badman's
Land continued to stir the something"
In Tommy Tingle, and the something"
continued to "slop oyel until there
was pretty mess of it.
At last the baby was fast asleep, and
Tommy Tingle grasped his hat and
ran away He rushed down the street
like wind-sprite, taking no notice of
anything or anybody, until suddenly he
found himself in a crowd gathered about
the Opera House.
''HulIo what's this 81
''See that rope stretched across the
street?" said street urchin at Tommy's
elbow.
Eyes" replied Tommy.
"Well, the man that shows trained
birds in the Opera House to-night's
goin' to give us q free show here in
minnit." "Going to walk the rope?"
asked Tommy.
"No, sir. Big bird goin' to wheel little
bird cross the street on thatrope, in that
little cart you see up there. There's the
beauty"
Up from the crowd a long pole APP
peared, on which little bird was raised
to perch that was underneath and at
tached to the IS cart" Down went the
pole, and soon it was seen again bearing
a large bird, which stepped elumsily
from the pole to the rope. Taking step
or two, the large bird stretched its neck
and, taking hold of the "cart" with its
beak, proceeded to push the tiny vehicle
across the street on the rope-track. Half
way across, and the bird-eoachman
seemed to lose his temper. Surely some
thing did not go smoothly. for the bird
made a queer noise-a birds way Of
"sIopping over perhaps-the car
tipped, and then was seen dangling from
the rope wrong side up. Up came the
pole again and took everything back to
the starting-point, and the second trial
was successful. The crowd moved away,
and in few moments Tommy found
himself at the gate of his own home
'sWhy, see here, Tommy Tingle! y
said he to himself, "what are you here
for? You've run away. Forgot all
about it, thinkin' of that bird-show.
Guess I'll wait now until tomorrow.
It's most night, and I haven't time to
find place to stay, anyway"