The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1880-06-11

called II In his wrath lie trotted IL.
lie sang 70 II the soothing ditty Of
"'Tain't never gwinc 10 rain no mo-
sun shines down on ricQ and POI
But all was vain. Finally, In despair,
he undressed Tiddlekins. He had
heard his mother say. "Ofcn and ofcn
when a chile is a-scrcamin' It's breii
away, faint nothin' ails 1t 'cep'n
pms"
But there were no pins. Plenty OF
strings and hard knots; but not a pin 10
account Tor the antics of the unhappy
Tiddlekins.
How il did scream. II lay on the
stillly-braced knees Of Hicronyinus. and
puckercd up its face so tightly that it
looked as il il had come fresh from a
wrinkle mold. There were no tears,
but sharp regular wells, and rollings Of
its head. and dstracting monotony in
its performances.
abs here chile looks = If it's got de
measles" muttcred Iii. gazing on the
squirting atom with calm eyes OF de-
SPAR Then. running his fingers over
/ the neck and breast Of the small lid
dlekins. he cried. with the air Of one
NiiO iIahtS Ni'tbftAf ~ . 49, Wv
heat! Dars what abs Tiddlekins"
There was really little breaking out
on the childs body that might account
for his restlessne~s and squalls. And
il was such hot day! Perspiration
strcamed down His back. while his
head was dry. There was not culver
in the tree leaves, and the silver-Poplars
showed only their lcaden side. The
sunlowcrs were dropping their big
heads: the flies seemed TO stick TO the
window-panes, and were too languid TO
crawl.
Hieronymus had in him the materi-
ais Of which philosophers are made. lie
said to himself, faint nothn' but
heat dat's de mater wild dis baby; 50 ui
cose he ought ter be cooled or
But how TO cool him of that was the
great question. Iii knitted his dark
brows and thought intently.
II happened that the chiefest treasure
Of the Pop estate was deep old wei
that in the hottest days yielded water
rs refreshing as iced champagne. The
neighbors all made a convenience o.
the Pop well. And half way down il
long cool hollow hung. pretty much al
lnt lliitt. ifilih tutl~s DhtttA lfttNs 80
meats all things that needed to bs
kept cool in summer days.
He looked at the hot, squirming
wretched. black baby on his lap; theI
} he looked at the well; and, simple
straightforward lad that he was. he pu
: this and that together.
, IF was ter hang Tiddlekins dow
! de WELL he reflected. "'twouldn't b
+ mo dan three jumps Of flea bcfo' he
as cool as Christmas.
; With this quick-wittcd youth 10 thin
} was 10 act. Before many minutes h
r had stuffed poor little Tiddlekins int
E the well bucket, though il must be men
toned 10 his credit that he tied til
( baby securely in with his own suspend
/ ers.
i Warmed up with his exertions, con
D tent ia this good radiance Of such ba
) rubbish as Tiddlekins. Hicronymus n
E posed himself on the feather bed, an
D dropped on into sweet slumber. fror
: this he was aroused by the voice Of
G small boy
1 Hello, Hi! say, Hi Pop! whar
: ycr?'
Here isr' cried Iii, starting ~
d "What you wantP"
A Little Jim Rogers stood in the doo1
way
flowers dog" he said, in gres
excitement, land daddy's bull pup
/ gwine ter have fight dis evenin
J. Come on quick, If yer wants ter see d
5 fun"
! Up jumped Iii, and the two boy
/ were off like flash. Not one noug
} 10 Tithiieki,ls IN he weH bucket.
\ In due time the Pop family got hom'
S and Mother Pop, tanning herself, w
I INDUCING in the moral reflections sui
o able 10 the occasion, when she checke
n herself suddenly. exclaiming. Blu
= land o Jerusalem! whar's 'Onymus Al
e de babyPn
e ~ witnessed Hicronymus," said Il
elegant Savannah, las l wanders
ic from school. He was with multitue
d Of boys, who cheered, without sign
i, disapbe,ation, two canine beasts tn
n. tore each other in deadly fcud."
r. Yer don't mean ter say, Sissy. d
re 'Onymus Pop is gone ter q dog fight
ia "Such are my meaning, said Siss
N with dignity.
Of Den uhar's de baby ~
fOr answer, iong ~" van Ell"
err upon their ears, rs Savannah wou
n have said
Il Fan mcr' cried Mother Pop. dat
- Tiddlckins' voice.
Of Never min about fannn' nanny
cried Weekly. Savannah twin. q you
he Of fifteen. who could read, and "
e, much addicted 70 CORY tales Of thund
AZ and blood; "lets fin dc baby. Pra
err he's been murdered BY dat ruiiian !
as an dat's his ghos' dat we hea
a-callin'.'
n A search was instituted under 7
by bed. in the bed, in the wash tub a
he the soup kettle; behind the wood-pi
Il and in The pea vines up the chime mn