Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1880-05-28
Mamma, I wantersee the chalet"
.'BY and BY. my loYe.n

mamma, wantersee the Chalet
by and by, my love-"
ssKObbie wantersee the chalet now"
"Robbie must ride up on the big noun
tain frst.'' :
"No; now" and Robbie squirmed
about on his mothers lap like lively
young eel.
''He's nervous" explained Mrs. Ran
delphi; s'he couldn't eat breakfast, it was
SO early. Robbie, want piece Of bread?"
mo; want ice-keam.''
'sThere's no ice-cream in the noun
tains."
"Want cha-lets, then.'
''Sit still, my pet.''
"Ice-k-e-a-ml" then prolonged whine,
and Robbie began to thrown himself vio-
lently from side to side against the doors
of the carriage.
5 "Hold the door, do!'' said the mamma
to her brother; and "Hold the door,
please" to me; SO the youngster flung
about in comparative safety. This exer-
else he repeated at short intervals a hum
dred times during the day.
s'Your boy is dreadfully spoiled. AIDE
laide, Russell ventured to say, and Mrs.
Russell suggested it was ''time to take
that child in hand" But Mrs. Randolph
argued, Robbie isn't we'll today" and
"all bright children are RESTLESS" and
Robbie has too much brain;" and she be-
came so spirited it seemed wiser not to
court discussion.
Pm told there's fine scenery on the SIM
plon Pass. l don't know. remember
being thumped. and hearing whining
cry of Robbie wantersee cha-let." They
say there are fine st. Bernard dogs up at
the Hospice. I'm sure of that, for Robbie
tried to haul out the tongue of one good
natured great fellow, who tipped the little
boy over with his great paw, aud terrified
Mrs. Randolph. believe there are tor
rents, and precipices, and gorges, and
white mountain peaks; but I couldn't see
them, for, as matter of self-protection, I
had to keep an eye on Robbie. That there
were deeply colored flowers, thick as car
peting over the meadows, I can be reason
ably certain, for 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
a normal mental condition would have
struck me as picturesque spot, Robbie
was shown chalet.
sNow,'' thought I, ''there'll be peace on
that score. But no; there was new
howl. He had evidently thought a chalet
something to eat or to play with. for he
was woefulIy disappointed. and yelled,
THAT amt chalet. Robbie don't like it.
Robbie want a hobby-horse."
Mrs. Randolph promptly lent her shout
ders to represent the desired plaything,
until she grew pale.
We lodged at Isella, and by chance my
room adjoined Mrs. Randolph's. Robbie
always slept by his mamma, being too PRE-
cious to be trusted to the bonnie.
The young tyrant's first demand on be-
ing.undressed was sTell Robbie tories
''Very well,'' said the patient mother
There was an old woman who"
s'Lived in a shoe. Don't like that"
"Who killed cock robin, then p
s'Don't like that
ssWell, there was good little boy, and
his name was Robbie, and he was sleepy,
and
mo, amt Sleepy: don't wantergoter
bed;" and 80 on for an hour or more, until
my blood boiled to think of that gentle,
loving, mistaken little mother under the
heel of that baby monster. Then and
there 1 formed plan that should bring
her peace and comfort, and the boy well
fare.
Next day the small tourist was fresh at
the old cry of 'scha-lets" and .'ice-cream'
and s'want choclit;" but I could regard
him calmly, for had my plan. watched
for the chance of carrying it out, but none
offered until we reached the pretty town
of Brieg. Approaching the place, we
passed wheat fields strewn thickly with
the bright corn-fowers. These Robbie
coveted. "Want flowers want f'owers!'
he yelled.
ARRIVED at Brieg, where we were to
stop over night, I proposed taking Robbie
back into the fields we had passed to pluck
the flowers.
He mounted my shoulder with conde
scendlng tyranny, and trotted along hal
a mile, talking merrily, then set the LITTLE
chap down among the wheat and peoples
and violets. He grabbed right and left
until he had as many as he could hold
then I promised to carry him back tt
mamma. He wouldn't go. He would 81
down on the damp ground and kick ant
dirty his face. He raised cry for "mor
flowers ~ then, ''Robbie want ice-keam +
then, ''choclitI'' then grand medley Of
all the cries together.
A moment I looked toward Brieg, tt
make sure we we're not followed, then
held Robbie firmly by his shoulders, looked
into his blue eyes. and said, "Now, m,
little fend, I'll give you something that
good for you.
There was slight disturbance of Rob
| bie's dainty embroidered skirts, a short
sharp, cracking sound among the whea
stalks. Five minutes later I carried bacl
to Brieg silent little boy with pair o
very astonished eyes, rather pinkish abou
the lids, and gave the pretty fellow, witt
his hands full of flowers, into his mother
arms.
All the rest of the day Robbie was angel
ic Silent. obedient. not word of "cha
lets,'' or ''choclit." But he was curiousl.
observant of me, following me with hi
eyes everywhere.
"What a good boy Robbie is!-a littl
angel" said Mrs. Randolph.
"Never saw him behave decently be