The Harrison times. (Harrison, Boone Co., Ark) 1876-1938, 1883-01-20
His Pa Kills Hin

"for heavens sake dry up that
whlstling,' SAID the grocery man to
the bad boy as he sat on bag OF
peanuts, whlstling and filing his
pockets. "Fhere is no :, 10 in such
whisthng What do ID thistle for
anyway 70
81 AIN praetlcing my profession, -
said the boy, as no got, up and
stretched himself, and euAbff a slice
OF cheese, and took a few crackers.
'"l have always been ag-b d whist
Ter, and | have decided r. Iarn my
talent to account. am Loing to
hire an ofiioe' ahd' -T.s,
Boy furnished to whistle for lost
dogs You see there are dogs lost
every day, and airy man would give
half dollar to boy to find his dog,
can hire out to whistle for dogs,
and can go around whistling and en-.
Ijoying myself and make money.
Don't you think it is good scheme"
asked the boy OF the grocery man.
Nav" said the grocery man, as
he charged the cheese to the boys
father, and picked up his cigar stub,
which he had left on the counter,
and which the boy bad rubbed on
the kerosene barrel.
"No, sir, that whistle would scare
any dog that heard it. Say, what
was your pa running after the doc
tor in bis shirt sleeves for last Sun
day morning.? He looked scared.
Was your ma sick again p
80, no, ma Is healthy enough,
now she has got new fur.ined
cloak. She played consumption on
I pa, and eonghed so she liked to raise
her lights and liver, and made pa
believe she couldn't live, and got
the doctor to prescribe a fur lined
circular, and pa went and got one,
and ma has improved awfully. Her
cough has all gone, and she can
walk ten miles. l was the one that
was sick. You see, | wanted to get
pa INTO the church again, and get
him to stop drinking, so | got boy
TO write a letter to him, in female
! hand, and sissn tl.a st,.as.a=4.at -',i~eit
singer pa was mashed on, and tell
him she was yearning for him to
come back to the church, and that
the church seemed a blank without
his smiling face, and benevolent
heart, and to please come back for
her sake. Pa got the letter Satur-
day night and he seemed ticklod,
but | guess he dreamed about it all
night, and Sunday morning be was
mad, and he took me by the ear and
said | couldn't come no Daisy bus
mess on him the second time. He
said he knew | wrote the letter, and
for me 10 20 up into the stororoom
and prepare for the almightiest lick.
ing boy ever had, and he wont
down stairs and broke up an apple
barrel and got a stave to whip me
with. Well, | had to think mighty
quick, but was enough for him, |
got dried bladder in my room,
one that me and my chum got to
the slOtter house, and | bowed it
partly up, so it would be sort OF fiat
like, and | put 1T down inside tho
back part of my pants, right about
where pa hits when be p9nishes me.
| knowed when the barrel slave hit
the bladder it would explode. Well,
pa he came up and found me cry
ing. / can cry just as easy as you
can turn on the water at n faucet,
and pa took off his coat and look ed
sorry. | was afraid he would give
up whipping me when he see me
cry, and | wanted to go on with the
bladder experiment, so | looked
kind of hard, as If was defying him
to do his worst, aud then he took
me by the neck and laid me across
trunk. | didn't dare struggle
much tor foar tho bladder would
lose itself, and pa said, Now, Hon
merry, am going to bVak you Of
thus dnmtoolshness or wilI break
your back, and he spit on hs hands
and brought the barrel staye down
on my best pants. We'll, you'd a
dide II you had heard the explosion,
II almost knocked me Off tho trunk.
1t sounded like firing frecracker
away down cellar in a barrel, and pa
looked scared. | rolled off the
trunk on tho floor and then | Kind
Of kicked my legs like a fellow who
is dying on the stage after bong
stabbed with a piece of latb, and
groaned, and said, PA, you have
killed mo, but | forgive YOU and
then | rolled around and irothed at