Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1883-03-10
PEck,s MD nov.



From Peck's Sun.
"Ha! ha! Now I have got you," said the
grocery man to the bad boy the other morning
as he came In and jumped upon the counter and
tied the end OF. q ball of Irvine to the tail Of a
dog, and "sicked' the dog on another dog that
was following a passing sleigh, causing the
Irvine to pay out until the whole ball was scat
tered along the block. Condemn you, I've q
notion to choke the liver out of you! Who tied
that Irvine to the dogs tai?"
The boy choked up with emotion and the tears
came into his eyes, and he said he didn't know
anything about the twine or the dog. He said
he noticed the dog come in and veg his tail
around the Irvine. but he sapposed the dog was
Irlend OF the family, and did not disturb him.
"EYe:yuody lays everything that is done to me, -
said the boy. as he put his handkerchief to his
nose. land they will be sorry for 1t when die.
L nave good notion to poison myself by eating
some of your glucose sugar"
Yes; and you do about everything that Is
mean. The other day a lady came in and told
me to send up to her house some of my country
sausage, done up in muslin bags, and while she
was examining 1t she noticed something hard
inside the bags. and asked me what it was, and
opened it. and hope to die If there wasn't a
little brass paddock and a piece of red morocco
dOg-collar imbedded in the sausage Now. how
do you suppose that got in there?" and the gro
Gerry man looked savage
The boy looked interested, and put on an ex-
preston as though In deep thought, and finally
said, II suppose the farmer that put up the
sausage did not strain the dog meat. Sausage
meat ought to be strained
The grocery man pulled In about half block
Of Irvine, after the dog had run against a
fence and broke it, and told the boy he knew
perfectly we'll how the brass paddock came to be
In the sausage but thinking that it was safer
to have the goodwill of the boy than the ILL
will, he offered him a handful of prunes.
NO. saws the boy, II have sworn off, on
m0uldy prunes. am no kindergarten any more.
For years have eaten rotten peaches around
this store, and everything you couldn't sell, but
l nave turned over a new leaf now, and
after this nothing is too good for me. Since pa
has got to be an inventor we are going to live
high"
what was it about your folks getting up at
night to eat? The hired girl was over here
after some soap the other morning and she said
she was going to leave your house."
"Well. that was picnic. Pa said he wanted
breakfast earlier than we had been in the habit
OF having 1t, and he said might see to it that
the house was awake early enough The other
night awoke with the awfullest pain you ever
heard of. 1t was that night that you give me
and my ch1m the bottle Of picked oysters that
l thought I would call the hired girls, and
they got up and got breakfast to going, and
then | raped ON pa and mas door and told
them the breakfast was getting cold, and they
got up and came down. We eat breakfast by
gaslight, and pa yawped and said it made a
man feel good to get up and get ready for
work before daylight, the way he used to on
the farm. and ma she yawned and agreed with
pa cause she has to, or have row. After
breakfast we sat around for an hour and pa
said 1T was long time getting daylight and
bimeby pa looked at his watch. When he began
to pull out his watch lit out and hid in the
store-room and pretty soon heard pa and ma
come up stairs and go to bed. and then the
hired girls they went to bed, and when it was
all still and the pain had stopped inside of my
clothes, went to bed, and looked to see what
time it was, and 1T was 2 O'Clock in the morning
We got dinner at o'clock in the morning, and
pa said he guessed he would call up the house
after this 80 l have lost another job. and it was
all On account OF that bottle of picked oysters
you gave me. My chum says he had colic too,
but he didn't call up his folks. 1t was all he
could do to get up hisself. Why don't you
sometimes give away something that is not
spiled!"
The grocery man said he guessed he knew
what to give away; and the boy went out and
hung up sign in front of the grocery. that he
had made on wrapping paper with red chalk,
which read: "Rotten eggs, good enough for
custard pies, for eighteen cents dozen'