The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1880-05-19

| "h0DDle stopped snort IN Ms pleasanb ex-
ercise, and answered promptly, 'Choclit,
| want it, irr
"It's too early in the morning for sweets,
said the mother. Robbie shall have it by
and-by'
"'No-o. Now yelled the boy.
Il made the bon-bo disappear into the ali,
| juggler fashion, and the cherub sulked with
finger in his mouth.
"'He's lovely boy l said to the mother.
"'He's his mammals blessing she answer
ed efoRdly. Robbie, speak to the nice gentle
man.
"'No, 1 won't responded the blessing, in
a tone of smothered brutality, like an infan-
tile Bill Sykes.
"'Robbie,' said 1, don't you want to ride
a pretty pink pony with blue tail, eh?'
"This novel proposition made him thought
full moment; then cycling me with settled
| hatred, he answered, No, 1 don't; want
choclit.'
"'Mother's lamb shall have chocolate by
and-by, said Mrs. Randolph, and kissed him
in a manner perfectly distracting to the man
who adorcd her. Whereat he grabbed an
earring, and cruelty held her graceful head
at arms length.
"'Robbie, darling, you make mamma cry,
she said, persuasively.
"The young pirate held on, however, until
his uncle Russell caught the little arm and
shook it, with Hill hi young rascal let go.
" Be careful; don't hurt him., said Mrs
Randolph. with great warmth and decision.
"sWOn't leggol won't leggol screamed
Robbie, until the yelling struggling mass of
embroidery, bare knees, and yellow curls
was handed over TO Marie, the bonnie, who
carried il upstairs. Robbie, won'tl Rob
bieP reaching us in grateful diminuendo.
"Mrs. Randolph and / took a stroll by the
lake. My little son is very nervous and
sensitive she remarked, but very affection
ate.
"And such child is a treasure when
properly governed, Il ventured, with dis
Greet emphasis.
"'He has never been punished. His spirit
sha'n't be broken
"'Certainly not but a little wholesome re-
straint.-'
"'No,' she broke in with decision, 'he doesn't
need it. He's darling child, and my only
comfort
"The little ierceness of motherhood was
very becoming, after all, to such pretty
woman, and that May day passed like
pleasant dream. To be sure, it was broken
occasionally by suspicion of nightmare in
moment when he grabbed the coveted chloe
lit regarded me with steady disfavor.
"'He'll be so affectionate when he's once
acquainted the mother said.
"'Kiss me, Robbie, dear, l ventured
"'Hit yer answered the baby rufian
"'Oh, no, coaxed mamma. give the nice
gentleman pretty, pretty kiss
1.-THE nice gentleman approached cautious
ly, but not cautiously enough. Robbie de-
livered well-aimed blow directly between
my eyes,
Next morning we all started in travel
ing carriage for the passage of the Simplon-
The vehicle was roomy for the four of us,
and Robbie besides The bonnie rode outside.
In fact his mother was so fond, that Robbie's
nurse had something of sinecure. Now
there's nothing that so favors a rapid in
timacy as travelling by carriage There's the
proximity, the lack of ceremony, the lunch
con 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 reckoned without Robbie. 1t seems,
as an inducement to be washed and dressed,
his mother had told him he should see Swiss
chalet pretty, pretty little chalet way up
on the high mountain Two minutes after
our start Robbie began in this fashion,
Mamma, / wantersee the Chalet"
"By-and-by, my love-"
"Robbie wantersee the cha-let-now."
"Robbie must ride up on the big mountains
first"
mo; now" and Robbie squirmed about
on his mothers lap like lively young eel.
"He's nervous, explained Mrs. Randolph;
"he couldn't eat breakfast, it was so early.
Robbie, want piece of bread2"
"'No; want KEEN
"'There's no ice-cream in the mountains
"'Want cha-lets, them
"'Sit still, my pet
'Ice-k-e-e-mP then a prolonged whine
and Robbie began TO throw himself violently
from side to side against the doors of the car
riage.
"'Hold the door, dop said the mamma to
her brother; and hold the door please to
me; so the youngster flung about in compar-
alive safety. This exercise he repeated at
short intervals hundred times during the
day.
"'Your boy is dreadfuily spoiled, Adelalde,'
Russell ventured to say, and Mrs. Russell
suggested it was time to take that child in
hand But Mrs. Randolph argued Robbie
isn't well 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
"Im told there's fine scenery on the Sim
plon Pass. / don't know. l remember
being thumped, and hearing a whining cry
of Robbie wantersee a Chalet They say
there are fine st. Bernard dogs up at the
Hospice. 1 am 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, and terrified Mrs. Ran
dolph. believe there are torrents, and
precipices, and gorges and white mountain
peaks; but 1 couldn't see them, for, as q mat
ter of self-protection, L had to keep my eye
on Robbie. Then there were deeply colored
flowers, thick as Competing over the meadows,
can be reasonably certain, for gathered a
pretty bunch for Mrs. Randolph; and Rob-
bic, saying, Mamma SAINT take nassy mans
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