St. Landry democrat., 1882-07-01

being obliged to remain at the table until
leave; and as he sat there, kicking his
feet impatiently, he suddenly remem-
bered his resolution to be very bad, and
pushing back his chair, he hurried
away, only encountering another mild
beam from the spcctacles, and hearing
his father say:
i, You must excuse Robby, my dear.
He is, as told you, trying an expert
ment.
SO his father knew His father must
have heard, and they really were going
to let him try being Il bad BOY. Kotby
felt almost sorry he had undertaken it,
but thought he might rs well keep on;
though, now that his face was washed,
his hair brushed and his clothes tidy.
he could not think Of any bad thing he
wanted to do.
"Tll 90 out on tie street, thought
Robby: "Ill get five cents out o my
bank, and buy Iicorjce drops; ormay be
III buy some-some ciya1S."
Robby's bank had a very unsafe
chimney, through which Il little patient
| rafting soon brought Il silver q larter.
That too much to spend,' said
Robby: 'but I'll keep the change
always have change in their pockets"
A little way down the street was a
corner stand where an old colored
| woman sold fruit, candies and cigars.
| As Robby walked up with his hands in
| his pocket, she beamed down upon him,
| and asked:
"Wot is de liz gemman gwine to buy
| of ole Aunt Silvy?" 49,
"Five cents worth of licorice-drops,
| said Robby, who could not quite screw
his courage up to a cigar; but, when
old Silvy was rummaging in her pocket
for change, he added: 'And | guess
Ill have cigar
"Law sakes, honey! fer yer parr?'
| said Silvy, shaking her fat sides, as
Robby turned very red, and, grasping
| the cigar and the change, hurried away.
"Wot ever is desc yer young ones
| comm top she muttered to herself
Robby, with the cigar in his pocket,
felt so guilty that he half expected to be
! arrested before he got home; but, after
| sauntering for while around the back
| yard, he stole in like thief and got
| some matches, and retreated with them
| to clunp of bushes under the nursery
| window.
"Seems to me- said mamma, pres
| emily, i smell tobacco-smoke.'
Five minutes later, papa called from
the library to ask if the coachman were
| smoking in the kitchen.
Five minutes more, and mamma, with
a look OF perfect horror, called him to
the nursery window. Down below, in
the bushes, lay Robby, his short legs
crossed, vainly trying to control an ex-
preston of disgust that would creep
over his pale face as he pulled heroically
at the dreadful cigar. Papa was cruel
enough to laugh.
Il think" he said, she is nearly at
the end of his experiment, and will not
wish to repeat it,
It must have been Robby who crept
but he looked very unlike the rosy,
wide awake boy who went down. He
dragged his heavy feet, and held his
aching head with his trembling hands.
His Ii ps were pale, and his eyes stared
out of great purple shadows. IA,
80 Robby.n said mamma, rushing
towards him
40 mammal walled Robby; "it's
awful being a bad boy, and never,
never, nev-'
The rest was smothered with pitiful
sobs, while mamma soothed and COM
forted and nursed him just as tenderly
as if it had not all been his own fault.
But Robby never wanted to repeat his
experiment EnaaIy Huntington Miller,
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