The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1883-09-22
TOMMY AND JUMBO"

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Daisy was beautiful, great black
and-white cat, and Jumbo was her pref
ty, playful black-and-white kitten-so
little that he could go through the very
smallest hole in the fence; and that was
why funny brother Dick named him
Jumbo after the big elephant.
He was such pretty little fellow.
and so full of fun! Whenever he found
his mother asleep in the sun he would
climb up on her soft furry back and
play with her ears and tail until she
walked up and boxed his own little ears,
as If to warn him not to be saucy kit
ten. But he was saucy for all that, and
ran off with grandma's ball of warn and
tore Aunt Sally's best lace veil, besides
tormenting his own mother every hour
of the day
An old apple-tree stood in the back
yard, and Jumbo-or u" Jummy," az he
was generally called-spent a great
deal of his time in Laundering up into
its boughs and then Immediately falling
head first on the hard ground beneath!
Then Daisy would run to him, lick his
| little face, and talk to him in that soft
cat language that can be very motherly
at times. And | am sure she must have
said to him: "Get up, jumbo Be a
brave kitten, and don't cry" because
he always did get up, and he never
cried.
Both Daisy and Jumbo were the prop
erty OF Tommy Derwent, who lived with
his papa and Aunt Sally in an old
fashioned red farmhouse way up
among the hills of New Hampshire. His
dear mamma had died when Tommy
was little baby, but Aunt Sally had at
once done all she could to fill her place to
the little boy, and he loved her dearly.
Tommy had no brothers or sisters
near his own age, so he had to play
most of the time by himself, or with
Rover, the big Newfoundland, and
Daisy and Jumbo, who were his great
est friends and allies. Indeed, ali four
were constant playmates, and old Rover
often stopped on his journey across the
barnyard to give the small kitten pat
ronizing touch with his big red tongue.
Away down in what Tommys father
spoke of as the South Meadow Lott
was a little brook, so shallow and so
warm as it rippled over the stones that
he could wade in it all the morning
looking for g tadpoles, - and not catch
cold at all. Here Tommy spent many
happy hours, and here he spent one
particular afternoon that | am going to
tell you about.
1t all began with the dinner. Aunt
Sally had what Tommy called 'lovely
strawb'ry short-cake" for desert; but
some how she was very disagreeable,
and wouldn't give her dear little boy
but one piece. This put him in very
bad humor, and he resolved to 90 away
and spend all the afternoon in the
South Lot, en- see if Aunt Sally don't
be sorry she's so cross to her little boy
when he can't find him for ever, N
ever, m ever so long!'
Filled with this great idea, Tommy
called Rover and Daisy, who were al
ways delighted to 90 anywhere with
their little master and. taking Jumbo,
who couldn't be trusted to run after,
in his arms, the procession started.
The little brook ran cool and clear;
the old elm-tree hung its branches so
low that they dipped their faces in the
water; the crickets sang softly and
sleepily, as they do on hot July after
Moons. Everything was just as usual
in the South Lot, and yet Tommy
couldn't have good time. What was
the matter? Could it possibly be that
Tommy himself was cross? He didn't
think so, at any rate, and only said to
himself again:
Eyes, sir! Guess she'll wish she'd
given me mother piece o. her old pie!"
And then he proceeded to look around
for something to do. But there WASH
anything to do; it didn't seem half as
nice as usual.
Daisy lay down in the sunniest, hot
test place, and went sound asleep Ro-
yer found a cool bit of shadow under the
elm-tree and followed her example, only
waking up now and then to devour a
few impertinent flies who were taking
a promenade on his nose.
| Only Jumbo and Tommy were awake.
jimmy found plenty of occupation in
chasing the little butterflies and the
tiny shadows that danced and PLAYED
with him in the sunshine. But Tommy
! could find nothing to do. Generally
he built little dams of sticks and mud,
and so made waterfalls in the brook: or
he and his beloved Jumbo played hide
and-seek in the tall grass by the fence,
while Daisy and Rover slept. But this
afternoon he cared nothing about any
OF these things; even tadpoles had lost
their charm.
ugly things!" said Tommy. "Got
too much tails on 'em Sides, Aunt
Sally says by and by they'll be fwogs,
and who cares for fwogs wiz colds in
their fwoats! Dick says they've cot
colds in their fwoats, and l guess he
knows-so! Oh, dee me! dee me! what
shall doP Guess I'd like to do some
ting to make Aunt Sally wish she'd
let me seer'
And here Tommy stopped with a
wandered all around the South Lot in
search, | am afraid, of something
naughty to do. Q
Suddenly he sprang up and ran with
all his speed, and with pretty Jumbo
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