The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-12-25
BOYS Will Be BOYS.

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editor and proprietor of the Weekly
Ia letujGh News. a journal which ably
defends its creed and urges its subscri-
bers TO pay up. During many useful
years the Rev. E%pimenides was a cir
Gus rider and many a man who is now
enjoying the comforts which the Cos
pei brings into a family, WAS seized by
him in The early days aud induced to
take shelter within the fold.
Several days ago MIR. Anthony Bid
dle-as good church member as ever
liyed-accompanied by his little boy,
called Gu MIR. Morton. The visitors
were cordially received into tho Of
flee.
why, my dear old friend" said
the editor, 'you dent know how hap
Ply l I'm to see you. All. you have
brought your little boy. What a fine
little fellow pe is. Nevermind, that's
all right, l assure you"
Tho fine little fellow had showed q
bottle of ink off tho table.
"Henry, am astonished at yon,'
said Mr.. Biddlc. 'What made you do
! thatP'
Didn't go to do it, the boy re-
piled.
well, you must be more particular
or | Will never let you go anywhere
with me again
''Do not scold the little man. Broth.
or Biddlc. for boys will be boys. By
the way how did you like my article
on the Baptism of Saints. or the Foot
prints of John made clear?"
''FlrsU rate"
Don't you think that his footsteps
were indeed made c~lear?H
Perfectly So" Mr.. Biddle politely
lied for he had not read the article.
81 am glad to hear you-oh that
makes nc difference, | assure you"
The boy had dropped the EDITORS
scissors into the spittoon.
My gracious. H%arry!' exclaimed
MIR, BidLle. selling the boy by the
arm, "what made you do thatP"
Didn't 60 to-"
"You are the worst child l over
saw. Why don't you keep your hands
off thingsp"
'Cause I will
"Oh," said the patient editor, "boys
will be boys"
The Rev. Epimenides Morton is one
of the most patient and self-sacriiicing
men in the world and is so careful O
other peoples feeling that he entirely
forgets that which is due himself.
YES" he repeated, ''boys will be
boys. think that it is our duty to
stand up for the faith, Brother Biddle.
We are too apt to forget how precious
it is and how our noble ancestors had
to fight to maintain it. We would
think more of it we were compelled
to sneak out into tho woods and
there, Brother Biddle, do not jerk him
around that way"
The boy had upset a bottle of mucil-
age on a new, guilt-edged bible.
"Hcnry!" exclaimed the irate faith
er, "you shall never go anywhere with
me again. l am going to tell your
mother that you are not fit to go any
where. Now just look what you've
done-ruined that bible. What made
you do it, say?"
Didn't go to-"
''sit right down there. now, and
keep your hands to yourself"
''Oh. that book is lot injured" said
the editor, as he proceeded to wipe off
the mucilage. "Boys will be boys.
remember very well when l was a
boy"
''Brother Morton, what are yon
doing with that big pole standing
there in the c%orrer9"
"That, my dear Brother Biddle, is a
sapling that grow on the site of an old
church, where preached my first SER
mon. The house was long since torn
away and this hickory sapling grew
up where the pulpit used to stand. An
old friend of mine cut 1t down several
days ago, trimmed of the branches
and brought it to me. prize it very
highly, l assure you. 1 am-now
don't slap him"
The boy turned over the spittoon.
"Tll whip you for that just as soon
as | get you home, yon good-for-noth-
ing thing. just look there now on the
carpet. What made you do it, sayP''
didn't go to-"
why can't you sit still? What
makes you want to tramp around tina,
way. say?"
Ouch, now DON'T"
"Don't shake him that way, Broth.
er B;ddle. Boys will be boys in spite
of everything we can do"
"I'm going to whip him just as soor
rs l get him home.n
"Oh, wouldn't do that"
Yes, l will. 1t is timo he was
learning to behave himself"
The preacher and visitor, soon for.
got the boys d~epredations and enter
ed into an interesting discussion oil
the article which made Johns foot
prints clear. The boy got up, crossed
the room and began to examine the
sacred sapling.
"Hcnry, don't try to lift TINT pole
mo, sir"
ale can't hurt it, Brother Biddle.'
"But he can't do it any good. Yes
Iquile agree with you and most high
ly appreciate your love of faith"
The boy lifted the pole.
II IN glad to hear you say"
. Wach! The pole had cracked tn,
editor on the head.
$ "My goodness alive!' exclaimed the
{. visitor, springing TO his feet and as,
| sisting the editor to arise. Are you
8 badly huri, Brother Morton?"
Q The editors face had assumed al
6 expression of agony. 1t was some
time before he could speak. Then h,
I attempted to say something abou
boys being boys. When ihe visito
had dragged the boy down stairs til,
editor tenderly touched a bum, POI
the top of his bald head and groancd
-ArhanSnW Ifaueier.