The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-04-26
"That Boy"

Cedar Rapids republican.
Bss he crossed your busy pathway-thst
visible incarnation OF suTcbarged energy
al d vitality; that human representation Of
q well developed cyclone; that conct- :. cd
essence of the freedom aDd power of incipi-
ent manhood? He wakes Hp in the morning
with wild "halloo," takes time by the FORE
lock with determination that de6es defeat,
goes to bed with bounc that sets the springs
TO gathering like a million castinets and in
five minutes Is sound asleep gathering new
strength for the morrow. He opens doors
with q rush and closes them with bang, Or
closes them not ut all, leaving them culver
ing upon their trembling hinges with the
suddenness of the shock-dances sn i'm
promptu jig upon the slippery cellar doors
to the imminent peril of his spinal column
and SHES his hat at the chickens until thatar-
ricle is reduced to hopeless and melancholy
state OF decentralization. He scales the fence
when to enter by the case would be far more
easy, and climbs the pillars OF the porch
with reckless disregard OF paint and
patches. He gets up perfect sys-
tenn of ventilation in the knees
and seat OF his knicke oockers-sows broad
cast daily crop of buttons, and keeps up
state of perpetual enforcement between his
upper and neither garments. He stretches
Irvine fro ~ every door knob and picture
cord, and when commanded to desist leaves
little exasperatlng ends and loops dangling
from every point. He ties papers upon the
kittens feet and goes wild with uprosrious
glee at her frantic efforts to unshoe herself.
He asks questions until he resolves himself
into sper petuslly active interrogation point,
responding to each reply with satisfied
"Ohv' that is volume of expression in
itself and revelation to his listeners. He
blacks bis shoes in the family ash pile or the
Dust upon the beaten highway, and adds to
their polish by generous sprinkling at the
| family When rarninded m al ciQQnli-
ness is next to godliness, he dips his small
brown hands Ia the water. deposits the soil
stains upon the clean end Of the towel and
with hearty rub at his rosy freckled cheeks
is of and away without moments warning.
He goes a fishing the long day through,
and empty stomach, dilapidated ward
robe and one forlorn little "minny"
as the result of a whole days sport. He is
the possessor Of quenohless sppetite-ever
ready to interview the cookie jar always
wondering what is there good 70 eat. and
prowling round the pantry in search OF what
he may devour. The school bell rings and
he dashes away to school with hair un-
| combed, his face unweshed and multitude
| nous cat hairs clineing to his garments. He
is sincerely repentant for discovered faults,
promises hearty amendment aad in the
1t passeth away like tale that is told of q
| flower cut down at noon tide. Eager, rest
| less and undaunted, he dashes on his merry
way, compelling one TO perpetual wathful-
| ness. and q perpetual wonder if the cares and
dignities of life will ever sober his joyous
face, slacken his bounding step or write their
| story in wrinkles on his brow.
Have you seen that bov" to day? Out
under the summer sky and in the soft SUM-
| light; Go you hear his merry laugh. the pat
ter OF his busy feet or the sweet, faint echo
| of his childish songs? The doors open and
shut quietly enough now; the kitten sum-
bels unmolested upon the sunny doorstep;
| the velocipede stands idly in its 'staIP' and
the busy games are ended.
The mellow sunbeams fall upon new
made grave; the small brown hands are
folded and the dancing feet at rest SOL
emn hush has settled down upon the home
q silence fraught with tears and heavy with
| heartaches and all the world is desolateI
Mrs. l.. N. LATHAM.
Marion iowa