The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1886-10-20
NEW YORES YOUNGSTERS
MORE REMARKABLE AND VARIED
THAN THEIR ELDERS.
The Little Millionaire of Eleven and
the Boggar OfEight-spoiled Dar-
Ifnus at the Dinner Table.

Hall. They are more remarkaDle tnan
their elders, and of infinite variety.
Shortly after noon yesterday a fretful
little pony came pattering around the
corner of Fifth avenue and Thirty eighth
street with such a tremendous ado that
he would have run me down had he been
higher than my waist. he shook his
shaggy head, snorted and bounded up
and down with great show of dash aud
fire. Behind him was an English dog
cart of perfect proportion and finish, vet
scarcely larger than baby carriage On
the box scat sat lad Of less than eleven
years. with a natty little beaver hat. a
rose in his coat and his small legs encased
in leather leggings. His puny fists were
clad in gauntlet driving gloves, and he
sat with his legs stretched out stitfly be-
fore him, his toes together, his elbows
close to his sides and his whip held
across the reins. he was the picture in
miniature as far as the pose went, of the
crack whip of an English coaching club
All he lacked was single glass. He'll
probably exploit that by the time he's
twelve. His father is New Yorker who
cares little for horses. but indulges his
children in every whim. They live across
the street from my windows. 1 looked
at the solemn youngster on the box and
said
''rommy, you should always drive
free from the curb when you round a
corner -
Cad I know il" said the child.
giving a vicious twist to the reins and
touching the rim of his hat with the
whip, '.but the beasts mouths as hard
az brick. Huh, there What do you
think of his new clothes-all white, you
know2"
stepped back and looked at the pony.
he was a very dark bay, groomed till he
shone like satin. His collar was white
canvas, and every bit of harness on his
sleek coat was white. Even the drivers
whip was in keeping.
''Rather smart. ehl - said the boy with
o look of solemn inquiry. It'll look
better on my black horse, though-neater
brute than this; fetlocks not so brushy
and action briskern
He nodded carelessly, dropped the
lash on the pony's neck and went bowl
ing down the street erect, correct and
complaisant. AS I stood gazing after
the mature infant a ragged street urchin.
who sat on the edge of the gutter hard
by, looked up at me and said
Next time yer sees dat young feiler
tell i'm Pm going to kick lung out of
i'm some Sunday"
"Why Sunday"
''Caurze it's my day fur kickin' lungs. -
said the boy calmly. He had a mouth of
prodigious size, small eyes, red hair and
cork leg. His crippled form, was half
clad in rags, and his eight-year old face
was lighted up by a prematurely red
nose. The idea of such dwarf kicking
anybody was so grotesgue that l smiled
involuntarily. He grinned back instantly
and said as he hugged the cork leg:
''He hltme wild his whip once't anil bin
lRyin' low FIR m ever sence. On Sun
days he don't go a ridin' an some sun
day I'll land him. 1t makes me feel ell
egint to tink of tn lickin' dat lad IL git
on some fine Sunday. I'm no slouch eff
my hair is red.
By this time the smile had gone and
he looked as ominous as a child of his
age could look. The beggar of eight
waiting to attack the little millionaire of
eleven, iust as his father. the tramp. an
archist, or striker waits for the chance
to injure his wealthy employer. There
is something uncanny about these mature
children of the town. I was at the
Windsor Hotel at dinner with some
friends short time ago when a pompous
little woman strobe down the long din
ing room, followed by two little girls,
hand in hand. Neither of them was more
than nine years old. They settled them
selves in their chairs, folded their skinny
little hands, and then proceeded to stare
about them and comment upon their
fellow diners. The elder of the two
children, after looking intently at a
maiden lady of rather noticeable attire at
an adjoining table. turned to her mother
aud said composedly:
What really startling old trump
that is, mammal"
(which one, dear?" asked the strict
disciplinarian of mother.
The cheerful guy beside the bald
headed man over there"
'tOh, yes, said the mother, with 9
well bred smile, ''rve seen her before.
But don't be SO slangy, Marion. Have
more tone. Order your dinner now and
see that you let puree en- lamb alone. It's
too rich for you" Then TO the waiter
''Take her order, Auguste" "
AAD NaAAIA AGauCL OBnGA uuuhiI over
the child, who was studying the menu
with frown on her little face
mo soup, Ogeest, she said, intentlv.
''but bit of weak fish with egg sauce
an kidney omelette-not fat you know,
but nice and puHy-and artichokes."
Yer sorry, Mees Maryon, but there is
no arfi--"
"There, thought so p' said the girl,
slamming the card down on the table and
biting her thin lips. Its the most pro-
volzing thing Whenever set my
heart"
eve have some green corn
''Eat it yourselfn said the child in q
huff. The waiter was quite unmoved.
He seemed TO be accustomed TO such eb,
ullitions of temper and went on suavely
taking the orders Of the Others Will,
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