Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1881-10-25
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settled hatred, he answered, No, don
| want choclit.'
Mothers lamb shall have chocolate
by -and.by,' said Mrs. Randolph. an
kissed him in manner perfectly distrac
ting to the man who adorcd her. Where
at he grabbed an earring and cruelty he'll
her graceful head at arm s-length.
Robbie. darling, you make mamm'
cry she said, persuasively.
The young pirate held on, however, un
til his uncle Russell caught the little arm
and shook it. with Hi ! hi. you younl
rascal, let CO.
Be careful; don't hurt him. said Mrs
Randolph, with great warmth and de
cision.
Wont leggo won't leggo, screamed
Robbie. until the yelling. struggling mas
of embroidery, bare knees and yellow
curls was handed over to Marie, the bonne
who carried i, up stairs. Robbie won't
Robbie WON'T reaching us in grateful
diminuendo.
Mrs. Randolph and | took stroll b!
the lake. MY little son is very nervous
and sensitive she remarked, but very
afiectionate.
And such child is treasure wher
properly governed ven,ured, with dis
Greet emphasis.
He has never been punished. His
spirit shan't be broken
Certainly not, but a little wholesome
restraint
No she broke in, with decision, he
doesn', need it. He's darling child, and
my only comfort.
The little ferccness Of motherhood was
very becoming, after all, to such pretty
woman. and that May day passed like
pleasant dream. To be sure, 1t was bro
ken occasionally by . suspicion of night
mare in the shape Of Robbie, who except
for the one moment when he grabbed the
coveted chocli,, regarded me with steady
disiavor.
Hell be 40 aifectionate when he's once
acquainted, the mother said.
Kiss me, Robbie, dear ventured.
Hi, yer, answered the baby rufhan.
oh, no. coaxed mamma. give the
nice gentleman Il pretty, pretty kiss.
The nice gentleman approached eau
tiously, bu, not cautiously enough. Rob
bic delivered a well aimed blow directly
between my eyes.
Next morning we all started in trav-
cling carriage for the passage Of the Sim
plon. 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 Is
nothing tha, so favors rapid intimacy as
travelling by carriage. There's the prox-
unity, the lack Of ceremony, the luncheon
from the same napkin, the walk up hull,
the boo, or shawl to be adjusted, the lit
tie accident, the rude josue. and the
readily-granted pardon. Why, you are
old friends in day. felt myself lucky.
Blu, | reckoncd wi,hou, Robbie. II seems,
as an inducement to be washed and dress
ed, his mother had told him be should
see a Swiss chalet pretty. pretty little
chalet way up on the high mountain.
Two minutes after our start Robbie began
in this fashion:
Mamma, | wantersce the chalet.
'By-and. by, my love.
Robbie wan.ersee the chalet now.
Robbie must ride up on the big noun
tains first
No; now and Robbie squirmed
abou, on his mothers lap like lively
young eel.
Hes nervous explained Mrs. Ran
dolph he couldn't eat breakfast, i. was
so early. Robbie want piece OF bread;
No; want ice-keem.
There's no ice cream in the noun
tains.
Want cha-lets, then
Sit still, my pet.
Ice.k-e-e-m", then prolonged whine,
and Robbie began to throw himself vlo'
len,ly from side to side against the door
Of the carriage.
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 exercise he re-
peated at short intervals hundred times
during the day.
Your boy is dreadfully spoiled. Ade-
laide,' X lsscll ven,ured 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
ali bright children are restless, and Rob
bic has too much brain ); and she became
so spirited it seemed wiser not to court
discussion.
I'm told there's fine scenery on the
Simplon Pass. don't know. remem-
Der being thumbed, and hearing whin.
ing cry of Robbie wan:ersee chalet.
They say there are fine St. Bernard dogs
up at the Hospice. l am sure OF that,
for Robbie tried to haul out the tongue OF
one good natured great fellow, who tip
ped the little boy over with his great paw,
and terrified Mrs. Randolph. believe
there are torrents, and precipices, and
eorpes, and white mountain peaks; but l
couldn't -see them, for as, matter OF
self-protection, had to keep my eye on
Robbie. Then there were deeply colored
flowers, thick as carpeting over the mead
ows, can be reasonably certain, for |
gathered a pretty bunch for Mrs. Ran
dolph: and Robbie. saying, Mamma