Daily Republican. [volume] ([Wilmington, Del.]) 1874-1890, 1883-06-16
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| Mr.. Mltlkltfle went mo W. country
to dedicate church. The boy did moi
accompany the minister. He plrale,I
and begged he employed hi, mother
as counsel, who argued the case, but
the verdict was against I'll" youngSt-r
"No," said the father, " have cut my
eye teeth in letting you go with me-
| You always get me into trouble, tn.
only safe plan is to leave you at home. y
Shortly after the good man left, t.
compensate the boy for his tisappoint
ment, his mother granted hi.l the priv
Iege of going down town alone. This
was indeed, q liberty. " III unaway,'
he thought, "and have some fun,
III 90 way down the river and watch
them paddle around in the boats, and
go 10 the livery stable and see EN- kill
rats. No." after moment of retiec
ton, that wouldn't be right. 1t would
be treating ma wrong after she's let me
60 out.
He went to TIL cotton warehouse and
was much amused by monkey that sal
on cotton bale. The monkey grinned
and the boy laughed, and the warehouse
man came around and asked he boy il
he wanted the monkey.
eyes, SIR" he replied. "Give him
To me and III take him home and feed
him until he gets fat
"You may take him, said the man.
"He's in the way here. I've been try
ing to give him away for day or two
Here, lead him by this string He
won't bite you. Now you We got him,
and the boy went away with all alacrity
of motion, the natural outgrowth Of
enthusiastic childhood. His mother
was frightened when he reached home,
and wanted him to turn loose the ugly
thing, but the youngster held on TO ms
prize, and begged 80 earnestly that he
might retain the animal that Mrs Null.
kittle finally acceded to his wishes,
He played around the house, to the in-
Unite delight Of his little sister, and
then he organized a menagerie in the
parlor, with chairs arranged for cage,
and went in aud stroked the animal
with that air of pride which boys think
shOwmen have an inherent right TO ex-
hlbit
Mrs. Mulkittle and the little gill ap-
plaudGl with the enthusiasm Of a pleas
cd audience. After awhile, the monkey
rebelled, broke the string, jumped over
the chair, and ran from the room The
Snowman and audience followed, but
the animal had disappeared before they
reached the door. He had scampered
up the stairway, and bounded into a
room and taken refuge behind trunk.
The boy searched around the yard and
called the animal by atftctionate names,
but the monkey did not respond, and
the poor Snowman turned to his sympa-
thetic audience, and wept with that
sorrow which at no time Of life is more
genuine than at the opening doors of
existence when a child, after every hope
has been chased into nothing, bows his
head and gives himself up to the bit
terress Of woe.
Late in the evening the Rev Mr.
Mulkittle returned from his sacred
mission. He did not return alone, for
the Rev. Mr.. Mailer lives in a very re-
tired part Of the country, where the old
log church, near the freestone spring, is
still the community's sanctuary. For
forty years the old brother has preached
the gospel unto men-a gospel which,
in its beauty and purity, can be de-
livered by the uneducated-a gospel
which may not with strength combat
the great foo of iron-clau science, but
which with gentle hand smooths a
pillow where the dying man may rest
his head, and look up to his sorrowing
friends, quiet, aud with a faith born
trust, w peaceful and 40 smiling.
This was Mr.. Maier's first visit to
the city. He had held back from such
association, because, as he affirmed, the
devil delighted in the crowd and long
ed for the time when he cOnld plunge
the rural preacher into sin and deep-set
iniquity. He had, however, heard 80
much Of Mr.. Mulkittle's piety that,
upon being urged, he agreed to enter
the city of sin.
"Pa, said the boy, after the cere-
mony of introduction had been enact
ed, "ma let lne 60 down town today,
and man gave me monkey
"Willie, | don't want any of your
foolishuess."
"But wanter tell you that ought
the monkey
"Hush, my son. There is an elder
among liz who would speak"
"This is your oldest, reckon said
Mr.. Mailer. Eyes, thought so. My
son, yon are, of course, an apt scholar
at Sunday school. have taught many
IA little boy like you--many one.
Who was thrown into the lions den 2"
"The circus man." the boy replied.
Willie p shouted Mr.. Mulkittle.
"Don't scold him, brother. No, it
was Daniel. Who was the wisest
man."
"My pa"
"Oh no Solomon.
"Was it Sampson what pulled up the
gate-posts?" asked the boy.
eyes, Sampson.
/" He was bad, wasn't he?"
"No, he wasn't bad.
could he pull this house down"
"Oh, yes
"lll bet he couldn't"
"WhAt do ycu mean,' shouted Mr..
Mulkittle. "L4avc this room, sir.
Hrother Mailer, III show you up to
b d."
The cold timer followed Mr.. Null
kittle. He did not like such ceremony,
preferring, even in a strange house, to
find his own way, but he yielded. He
was shown into the room where the
monkey had taken refuge. "Good
night said Mr. Mulkittle. May your
dreams to you be as pleasant as your
company has been to me.
"Good night" repeated Mr.. Mailer,
"and may your rest be undisturbed.
Mr.. Mulkittle went down stairs and
Mr.. Mailer walked around the room
looking at the pictures Vanity,
vanity" he muse1, while he inspected
the furniture. "Ah, Lord, what
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