The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1883-06-28
NEPTUNE LIVELY PERR1W1NKLE.


1t was an odd name, and there wert
four of them; Jonas Perriwinkle, hi.
wife Susanna, and their daughter, Polly
Perriwinkle, making three, and thu
baby filling out the number.
Now the baby never had name
not what you would say was real true
name-until he was five years old; fol-
he was such wee thing and was so full
of motion that his father. Jonas, useC
to call him Lively. And before he haC
reached the season of drums and muc
pies-yes, even before he had arrived al
the dignity of short clothes-everybod
in the neighborhood called him Lively
and so there really was no use for any
other name.
OF course all babies are wonderful
and everybody s own baby is more won.
derful than any other baby ever was
but this little Perriwinkle had an aston.
ishing faculty of doing things. Even
when he was so small that he could moi
do much, he would hold his chubby
hands up before his eyes, and as the
fingers opened and shut would wink al
them in the most surprising manner.
When he found out that he had feet
and toes-and he made this discovery
very soon-he would make hoop OF
his small body; and it was not long be-
fore he managed, in one of these aero
bate endeayors, to roll out of the
cradle. Fortunately he had,become so
entangled with the pillow that it rolled
out with him, and he was not hurt; but
after that, his father. who had once
been sailor, fitted the cradle with what
he called trolling tackle" That is. he
put up light boards on each side of it,
that were too high for Lively to roll
over.
But this story is not to be a record of
Lively Perriwinkle's babyhood, though
that was amusing enough. 1t is to tell
OF an adventure that befell him when
he was five years old, and which was
the cause of his having the oldest
name in the family. Now Polly, his
sister, was one of those happy, sunny
little girls, whom all people love; and
the neighbors, when they had ANYTHING
in the plaything order that was very nice,
always brought it to Polly. She was so
kind that everything loved her; and so
she had chickens and dog, and birds
and rabbits, and a guinea pig, and
when she was at home they would all
follow her. Even the wild birds were
never afraid of her, and would come
and eat from the ground close at her
feet; and one day Bellerophon, Squire
Browns big mastiff, seeing some
rough-looking men in the road when
Polly was coming from school, walked
home with her. All the tramps were
afraid of Bellerophon, and Polly was not
troubled by them.
Now, Polly's chief treasure came to
her when Lively was five years old, and
this was a white kitten, little fat.
fluffy thing that used to coil up in her
lap and look like a ball of cotton.
When Polly was at school, the kitten
was left in charge of Lively, who. for
a small child, was very careful of
animals, having been taught by his
father, Jonas, that everything that has
life has feeling, and can be hurt.
Now, Lively had a great love for
Polly, who was a most careful ynd
tender companion; and so when She had
fixed the food for the chickens and doc
and rabbits, and birds and guinea pig
and kitten, which she did every morn
ing before going to school, putting
them IN little closet her father had
made for this purpose, she told Lively
just what to do, and when to give it.
And then when she was gone, Lively
would 60 to the closet at least four
times every hour to see that all was
right; and he would then tell each one.
the chickens, and dog, and rabbits, and
birds, and guinea pig, and kitten, lust
how their dinner looked, and when they
were to have it.
Now the kitten, who was so white and
fluffy, had been named Sambo; though
why a white kitten should be called
Sambo, which is the name, generally,
OF black man, no one but Polly could
tell. Now Sambo had great propensity
to go travelling, and he was also very
careless. There was not path in the
garden before the house, nor one in the
back of it, that Sambo had
not explored, and through which Lively
had not followed him. Sambo too.
was fond of chasing moths; and
the day when Lively found his name
for his father said twas Lively-s own
discovery Sambo saw moth 90 flying
past him. And when Lively turned
from feeding the chickens to look for
him, he saw his white tail go behind an
apple tree that stood near the further
side of the orchard, and hastily doping
the dish and the chickens dinner started
N pursuit.
Next to the orchard was wood: and
IS Lively ran along the path he saw
Sanbo scamper through the fence and
run on between the trees, and Just ahead
of him, seeming like one of those wee
fairies that used to play such funny
'ricks with people in the good old times,
was white moth. Lively scrambled
through the fence and ran on after
Sarnbo, but the moth was in for race,
and Sambo was determined to win it;
and they kept ahead of Lively, whose
chubby legs did their best, however,
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