Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1880-04-10
That Wise and Funny BABY.

lSarah W. Kellogg in the Youths Companion
! met 10 on the train from Chicago to st,
Louis. He entered the Car In his fathers arms
| 1or ne was hardly two years old The morning
was cool, SO he mad on furry kind OF CLOAK
and furry kind OF cap with ttppets tied down
| over his ears, so he wouldn't get the earache
The two furry things together made him look
all In heap: The funny roly-poly was set down
on seat In front Of me.
Now, Jo.,' said his papa. twill YOU SIT RIGHT
here till come back? / won't bring Won aIy-
thing Ii you don't"
Is CUNT hardly ink, papa" 10 promised. and
papa went away, to see about the trunk, dare
say. The little furry heap looked as If he might
any moment pitch headlong from the seat
felt sure he would If the car should start sud
Ten him was Ss1 1hpsng would go over and sit
| needs to get down." and down the dear muff
scrambled to the floor. There he stood, with
his head thrown back, staring at me with two
bright blue eyes. 1 tried to coax him over to
SIT with me. | wanted to take care OF him
While his father was out. 10 shook bis head
gravely.
Mus sit right here" he said, with a solemn
reproaeh In his voice and face that made every
body about us laugh.
Then offered to go over, and sit with him.
He, wouldn't consent to this. 81 cunt my
papa" he said. 81 cunt him so hard. | cunt
him harder'n cunt YOU
just then mt the car gave great lunge as If it
sprawled out on the floor. jumped to pick him
up. OF course you think he cried That's what
most boys OF his age would have done. But 10
didn't. He had alf-bewildered, half-in1ured
LOOK on his face as he said: 'Car tumble me; car
tumble me so bad
Before could get him squarely on his stubby
feet the car gave another Jump. Bump JOS
head went against the arm of the seat He
didn't cry this time. either. His temple was
red, and, no doubt, smart1ng, but he just rU bbed
IL ana said IN his queer way, scar hit me; car
By this time his father came in, and seeing
now things were, he said: 80 10, what have you
been about? Naughty boy.'
have delighted Heenan. Don't say naughty
boy TO me, papa he said; "don't say naughty
boy to me. / hit you bad, papa 1 hit you
Papa took 10 on his knee. Papa frowned at
10. ARE you going to strike me9" he said.
coz strike you good, papa; not strike you bad"
SeTs gSpg to strike said the
NO papa, said 10. Il JUS ounted to scare
you; papa; to scare you good, papa"
you w oTsh, Te get to St. Louis ought to whip
mo, papa, no. said 10, solemnly "Oughtn't
M1p SG 10 not too little papa Big boys shame to
,o Here the cars 9eng fairly started to
Once In while could hear MIN teasing for
something to eat. Indeed, think he was eat
ing every mile of the wav from Chicago to ST.
boz. peddler brought through the cars,-peaRuts.
apples, candy, figs. chestnuts. And Ii the papa
mad refused, some Of the other passengers would
nave surely treated Jo for there was no re-
would the peddler-boy enter the car than Jo
would say pathet1cally: Il CUNT some SO hard,
papa; SO ungry, papai"
don't know how In the world 10 found room
In his little body for all that went into his month
that day. l don't think his legs were hollow.
they looked too solid. The last saw OF 10 he
was standing On the platform in East ST. Louis
saying. II glad so hard, papa
Dear little Jo'