Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1881-03-31
TROrTY's MISHAP.
.The baby,s dreadful SICK. al

~The baby's dreadful sick, ala NTH
er wants you 10, come quick" 49,
Aunt Rachel put down her sewing,
and looked first at little Tom jackson.
who stood in the doorway, all out of
breath and much frightened, and then
| out of the window to her nephew, Trot-
ty. who was busily engaged building q
snow man just then.N T
<ssWon't you Gomez asked Tom,
anxioa1sly.-E & AAA4A- ~ :
IL suppose I husband trust to
Providence" replied Aunt Rachel, ris-
ing and putting away her work. But.
judging from the look of anxiety on her
face, her trust in "Providence'' was
not very secure.x
= THERE'S NO knowingwhst he'lltake
into that head ofhis to d." sshe said to
herself. as she put on herRbonnet, look
ing Trottyward.
Aunt Rachel considered all boys as
unnecessary evils, and this particular
specimen of the species she regarded as
one of her greatest means of grace. Not
that Trotty was a particularly bad boy.
but he s0as a thorough boy, going from
one piece Of mischief to another with
untfring energy.
just at present he was stopping with
Aunt Rachel. sThetwins had the meas
les, the baby was teething, and poor
mamma, between them all, was about
used up So Aunt Rachel had benevo-
lentlys taken Trotty home with her for
visit.
1t certainly did seem very sinconsid-
crate in baby jackson to take this time
to fall sick; but, since she had, Aunt
Rachel, could not in conscience refuse
her add So, with many a caution to
Trotty, who appeared to have not
thought in the world beyond his snow
man, and many foreboding, she set
forth. 80 . &~BkAsS
She had not been gone five minutes
before he conceived the brilliant idea of
arraying his image in her Sunday bon
net and cloak. bAA ,
This seeming to him an unusually
happy. thought. he at once set about
ment stopping to consider whether or
not Aunt Rachel would object. eth
be the funniest thing that ever was"
he chuelled to himself as he rushed in
to the house.
in the hall closet, the bonnet was in its
closet. ftf -ts -
Alas for Trotty! another unlucky
thought occurred to him as he opened
that door, and spied on the top itself
numerous jars of preserves. Trotty
had one weakness, and that was plum
preserves, particularly Aunt Rachers,
and never in all his life had he any
thing like enough. There stood large
TO-. of ~ J;J auor go,
thing look more tempting! ~ s.,s-, /,
Trotty deliberated a minute or two,
looked out of the window, down the
street No sign of Aunt Rachel. Then
he looked up again. and minute after
he had the big family Bible in the chair,
and was climbing up.
He had his hand on the Jar. and was
slowly working it along to the edge of
the shelf, when something happened,
he never quite knew what, only down
came the preserves, chair, Bible and
himself, all in a heap on the floor. -r
Such a looking child as he was-pre-
serve in his curls, eyes, on his JACKET
and pants, everywhere but in his mouth,
and for the first time in his life he had
no desire to have it there. He was very
sure, in fact, that he would never want
to taste it again, no matter how long he
lived. '...,
But what should he do was the ques-
ton he asked as he picked himself
slowly and sorrowfully up and surveyed
the scene.
want-to see my mother" he
said, with a queer little culver in his
voice.
Then, after another brief survey, he
l. Sc s.l~.
curls, put his hands, likewise sticky,
into his pockets, and went straight out
of the house, down the street, looking
neither to the right nor left. 17'
Mamma had given the twins their
supper in the nursery, had undressed
baby and was rocking him to sleep
when the door opened, and queer lit
tie figure came rushing up to her with
Thought I'd come home." he
sobbed. .,..-
Mamma put the baby down in the
cradle and took the little wanderer up. |
Chow did you get here, my sonP''
she asked, helping him off with his
boots, and holding his almost frozen
little hands and feet in hers.
g I coined myself. 1 got lost two or
1IcC blulCo, duu L was awful uiICu, Uub Il
kept coming, cause wanted you"
Mamma waited in speechless anxiety.
What had this little SON of hers been do
ingP Had he set fire to Aunt Rachers
house, or whatp .--- srs esv sai
"Well, dear, tell mamma all about
it," she said at length. 1A ,s4;s
Il made snow man. an Aunt
Rachel went away, an i fought I'd
dress it up in her fngs, you know; and
II saw the plum preserve--and---I--
didn't think to say Get thee behind me,
Satan, like you told me to and slipped,
l guess, and-it-broked and spilled =
and came home to you"
That was Trotty's story, told with
MANY tears. Mamma drew breath of
relief; it was not SO bad as it might
have been. But nevertheless, Trotty
must not. be allowed to view the matter
in that light, and for a few minutes
mamma was puzzled to know what to
do with him. af4sA wsE aa44
ssIthink - she said after what seemed