Morning journal and courier., 1883-12-28
The Wicked small Boy.

He DisturEos the Peace Of Rlr. Flynn. san-
 for; and tho laisor of Mir. Flynn Senior.
 (From the New York Tines.)
 Down in the confines of the Second ward, where the great bridge casts sombre shadows across the housetops and Ger their white ha- los of clothing drying there; where South street smiles along the river's silver front and the lush wanders; mellow and meditati7e, among the fragrant beer kegs piled loftily upon the sidewalks; where the housewife works the growler and the bull pup pregs upon her offspring's shin, sprouts the vine and fig tres of Terence Flynn When win ter's vassals spread their soft garment of snow over the great city the pure ermine fell about the roof tree of MT. Flynn, covering alike the tomato cans in the street., the banana peels upon the sidewalks, and the cat that reclined upon the garbage-heap before the door in that last, long sleep that knows no waking.
 When MT. Flynn unwrapped the drapery of his couch from about him on the following morning, and rose from pleasant dreams of 8 new free lunch around the corner, he observed the snow upon his sidewalk; and, when the residents of the vicinity saw him issue from his door with a shovel in his hand they thought he had SO far lost the self-respect due to his manhood as to be abotit to dig up his sidewalk himself. But they were mistaken. Mr. Flynn leaned the shovel against the side of his domicile and returned into the house. He came thence 8 moment later bearing 8 chair, which he placed upon the top of 8 dry goods box. Then he climbed upon the box, sat down in the chair, drew g loaded pipe, produced g match, ignited it upon his trous- CTS fred the tobacco, and puffed contemplat- iveiy and serenely aloft, looking down upon the world like Saint Simeon Stylites from his pillar. Mr. Flynn is huge and burly. His body is of somewhat lesser bulk than that of 8 prize OK, aud his features were an exaggera- tion of that peculiar type of countenance that has given to certain of his countrymen the sobriouet of ''tarrier." His whiskers were scraggy and tangled, his forehead was low and receding, and, as he had with easy abandon pIaced his slouch hat upon the back of his head, his tangled locks fell almost to his eyes, and his resemblance toa particularly absolute mastiff was striking and effective.
 Mir Flynn had not been long perched upon his box before bis door opened and forth came his venerable father. aged between 60 and 70, of slight figure, with white hair and stopping shoulders MT. Flynn, senior, took up the shovel and, under the direction of his flial offspring, began to laboriously push the snow into the gutter. MT. Flynn, junior, saw that the labor was done faithfully, and he was in the act of pointing out spot which he thought his parent had better thaw with warm water. when a number of what the French would call enfants damnabIe appeared. They stopped and gazed upon Mir. Flynn, junior, who calmly ignored them from his pedestal, until one of them whistled sharply and called:
 stH'y'ari H'y'ar!"
 Mr. Flynn, junior, turned his head in their direction. The young ruffian pointed to @ brindled bulldog that was imping painfully across the street, and shouted to MT. Flynn, junior:
 ''H'y'ar! Sick'eml Sick'em!''
 MT. Flynn, junior, dropped" all at once, but he made no sign. His tormentor contin- ued by whistling and shouts of ''s-s-st boy ! s-s-st boy!" to exhort him to come down from the box and pursue the bulldog, and group of 'loagshoremen gathered and encouraged the youth by shouts of laughter, and such re- marks as: ''W'at did they let i'm in the street vidout a muzzle fer2" and ''W'ere's de dog catcher?' or 1T wonder if dey'd pay 40 cents for him at de poundP" MT. Flynn, junior, affected not to notice his insolence, and swell led nervously and violently in his excitement, until bevy of young ladies who Jerk beer, l" in the language of the vulgar, in a Water street resort appeared and likewise began to deride him, Then MT. Flynn descended from his box and waged 8 bloody warfare with the loneshoremen, in which his venerable parent also assisted with his shovel. Victory perched upon the banner of the Flynns, aud Terence was so grateful to his dear old father for his assistance that he purchased him drink of whisky to nerve his arm to greater efforts with the shovel. But Mir. Flynn, juniors, neiehbors still smile significantly when they meet him, and the youthful small boy who directed the popular fancy to the canine res. embIance in his features feels that he has not lived his life in vain.