The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1885-03-27

fun, too-rip-roaring, noisy fun
laug hing and squealing, and dodgin}
around, bouncing out from corners
and all that-my, how the youngsterl
will yelp and tear around when / tel
'em to sail in. I've always had hard
time keeping 'em quiet, but III give
says it's the best medicine that ever
went into family. And / rather
think he's right about it. Wen give
it trial, anyhow, and we'll commence
this very night, too-ha-ha-ha - and
Mr.. Creadles laughed long and loud
in pleased expectancy, and rubbed
his hands gleefully as he set about
devising all sorts Of schemes to pro-
mote merriment around the fireside.
From that moment he was different
man; smiles and mods and good words
for everybody. On his way home in
the cold and crowded street-car he did
not for an instant feel cross and crabb-
ed-as was quite frequently the case
though he had to stand up good part
of the way. He was bland and beam
ing to every one-helping this lady out
with her heavy basket, and asking the
wheezy old gentleman to edge up
little and make room for that one.
Upon reaching homo he greeted his
wife with so much jollity and cordial
ity that she very much feared for a
short time he had been drinking. The
children, too, could not at first under
stand the strange conduct of their
father, who was pinching their cheeks,
nudging them in the ribs, throwing
them on the floor, and piling one upon
the other, rolling them around, bump
ing their heads lightly together, and
all sorts of freaks of that kind, never
displayed before. They liked 1t,
though, and in little while forgot all
about their timidity, and joined in the
sport in real earnest.
After tea was over, and the family
had got back to the sitting-room, Mr..
Creadles said:
Come on, now, youngsters; let's
have romp and jolly good time.
Here we go! Whoop-pee! Look out,
there, Tommy, I'll have you! Spry,
lilly, I'm after you! Steady, there,
Dickey, I've got an eye on you, too.
Now, then, all hands-away we go
look out for me-I'm coming!"
And he did come. The stately Mr..
Cread1es ordinarily SO full of dignity,
was chasing aud bouncing around the
-oom, and roaring and laughing, with
10 more thought or care for appear
snces than professional jester, while
he children clapped their hands in
,lce, and cackled, and screamed, and
umped up and down, and scampered,
md tumbled down, and rolled around,
md lodged behind mother, and under
he furniture, and over behind the
loor, and every other place where
hey could hide and dodge out and
eize him around the legs when he
wasn't looking. And Mrs. Creadles-
less her sweet faoe-how she did en-
oy the scene-the happiest to her for
nany day. Her eyes sparkled and
anced with Joy and grew as bright as
hose of the little ones. as she laughed
nd laughed till she almost cried, and
ED the baby up so that it could see,
nd the little fellow was not a pass
70 spectator either, not by any man.
er of means. He crowed, and tossed
is hands, and gurgled, and jumped,
nd nearly bounded out of his mothers
rms several times, so anxious was he to
ave hand in the jubilee. And then,
II. Creadles was almost out of breath,
I'D his necktie torn off, and his collar
angling by one button, and sat down,
nifing and blowing, to rest, rs the
tile ones, with rosy faces and dam
ng eyes, clambered up on his lap
Id on his shoulders, and over his
lck and all around, wherever they
,uld find room, and pulled his whis-
srs and poked his ears, and told him
hat good kind papa he was, and
wv much they loved him, great we'll
e drops of joy came and stood in his
res as he kissed them one by one, and
en- reached over for the baby, and
ought mamma along with it, and
en- when she struck up little homo
ng how they all joined in and sang
as it never had been sung before.
Home" said Mr.. Creadles. "God
ess our home, and keep us long to-
ther, and God bless the man, too,
no inspired me to bring Joy into it
ay his own hearhstone long remain
broken"
And the custom SO happily inaugu-
ted Mr.. Creadles continues to keep
}. That's why his appearance has
Idergone such change for the bet
r that his best friends hardly know
N.
Throw away your drugs We melan-
oily diyseptics, and learn for your
Ives if there be magic in wholesome
n at home. Chicago Ledger.
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