The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-07-30

'hngs KEEP goin' round an round an
round Then sent for DR. Smith, and
ne gave ME some medicine, a brush and
told me to nut it on the inside of his
throat, and rub some liniment on the
outside. But Hally wouldn't let me,
and he screamed and kicked so he
choked up right away; / conldn't do
it, it hurt me so, and he wouldn't let
me if I'd wanted to.
/ meant to sent Susy away, but she
never would stay with anybody but
me, the little precious! | never could
make her. So she sickened next day,
and there couldn't be anything done
for her; there wasn't day between
them. And now-now-my house is
like a grave all the time"
| In the piteous burst OF sobbing that
followed, could Mrs. Brown speak the
thought that filled her ears and say,
my friend, you have fallen into the
pit that you have digged; if your chill
dren had learned to obey you in health,
they might have been with you
| today"
She could not, deeply as she felt it;
| the hour for counsel was past; she
could only "weep with them that
weep" and betake herself to the next
call on her list, for Mrs. Brown was
doing parish duty this afternoon.
Mrs 1ibbets was very glad to see
her.
And how are you all to-day?" ask
ed the minister's wife.
ooh, we're reasonably well, all but
Nellie; she got throwed down at the
rink last night, and sprained her ankle
real bad. I've expected all along
something like that would happen to
| her"
Don't you think it is bad place for
girls to go anyway" asked Mrs.
Brown.
Land, yesl But all theyoung folks
are possessed to 60, and you can't
stop 'em. | wish to goodness the
men that built that rink had been
further! There's all sorts go there,
and they talk to everybody, and get
| familiar-like with folks you wouldn't
have them know on more than moth
ing. But it makes money; so you
can't stop 'em; nobody can't"
"Why do you let your girls go
there?"
Mercy! / can't help 'em goin'.
Girls is as headstrong as pigs; the
more you pull 'em one way, the more
they go t'other way. Pve always
wanted my children to have a good
time whilst they was young; there's
trouble enough ahead of 'em; so I've
let 'em run, and 'tisn't to be expected
that can up and stop 'em now"
There was no controverting that
point, so Mrs. Brown said no more.
The next house was Mr.. Meeker's.
Mrs. Meeker stood at the window,
watching with anxious eyes her oldest
son, who was experimenting with a
new bicycle.
"Oh, Mrs. Brown, she said, looking
over her shoulder, "come in, do: /
can't go away a minute from the win
dow, Pm so afraid Charley'll fall and
hurt him, He's been crazy after BIZ
cycle, and Mr. Meeker didn't know how
to get one for him they're real cost
ly-and I begged him not to buy one,
for | knew Ishouldn't have minutes
peace while he was of with it;
but the boy wanted it, and
that's enough. What he wants
he's got to have. We're behind with
the taxes, and I'm fixing over my old
clothes rather than ask John for a
cent; but Charley's got the length of
his fathers foot, as folks say, and i
don't know why he shouldn't have.
Boys must be boys, you know, and /
never did believe In making images of
'em to do just so and be prim and
proper all their days. Oh, oh! there
thought he was off that time, but he
wasn't. do believe my nerves will be
woIn to ravelin's with that bicycle
Don't go!"
81 won't stay now, Mrs. Meeker. |
know you want to watch Charley. I'll
come some other time"
So, quite unattended, Mrs. Brown
found her way to the door and went
on to the next house, where Miss So
phronia Packard lived all alone and
took in sewing. Mrs. Brown made
the usual civil inquiries, and then Miss
Sophronia opened the conversation.
II see you come from Mis- Meeker's 8:
well, do pity that W oman; she hasn't
a. minutes peace for them children;
and here's Mis- Bunnell, nexc door, is
just as bad, though she hasn' t got but
one; but her May is headstrong, now
tell you. Why, she goes all the
timel If it isn't dance, it's picnic,
or ride or sail. She's as impu-
dent as humble bee, and as bump
tious as wren, but she isn't of no
use in this livin' world, as see, but
to plague her ma. Why, t'other day
Mis- Bunnel found out that May was
going over to Norwalk in buggy, with
young TELLER, at eight o'clock in tn
evcnin', calculatin' to come home by
moonlight, betwixt one an two in the
mornin', and, materially, she sot down
her foot that May shouldn't go. She
didn't know the feller, and she knew