Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1886-06-28

ana 'nngs KEEP gOin round an round
an round. Then / sent for DIR.
Smith, and he gave me some medi-
cine and brush and told me to put
it on the inside of his throat, and rub
some liniment on the outside. But
Hally wouldn't let me, and he scream
ed and kicked so he choked up right
away; [ couldn't do it. it hurt him
so, and he wouldn't let me if I'd
wanted to-"
81 meant to have sent Susie away,
but she never would stay with any
one but me, the little precious |
never could make her. So she sick
ened next day, and there couldn't be
anything done for her; there wasn't
day between them. And now
my house is like grave all the time. J"
In the piteous burst of sobblng
that followed, could Mrs. Brown
speak the thought that filled her heart
and say, ''My friend, you have fallen
into the pit that you have digged; if
your children had learned to obey
you in health, they might have been
with you to-day?"
She could not, deeply as she felt
it; the hour for counsel was past ;
she could only sweep with them that
weep," and betake herself to the next
call on her list, for Mrs. Brown was
doing parish duty this afternoon.
Mrs. Tibbetts was very glad to see
her.
"And how are you all, to-day?"
asked the minister's wife.
"Oh, we are reasonably we'll, all but
Nelly she got throwed down at the
rink last night, and sprained her an
kle 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 60 anyway" asked Mrs.
Brown.
"Land, yes! But all the young
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 90 there,
and they talk to everybody. and get
familiar like with folks you wouldn'1
have them know no more than moth.
| ing. Theirs about as much harm tC
a rink as there is to rum hole, but il
makes about as much money so you
can't stop 'em; nobody can't"
why do you let your girl &C
there?''
"Mercy! l can't help 'em goin
| Girls is as headstrong as pigs; TIL,
more you pull them one way, The
more they 60 tother way. I've al
ways wanted my children to have {
good time whilst they are young
there's trouble enough ahead of 'em
so I've let 'em run, and 'tisn't to b,
expected that can up and stop 'en
now."
There was no cOntrOverting tina
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 old
est son, who was experimenting witt
a new bicycle.
"Oh, Mrs. Brown" she said, look
ing over her shoulder, "come in, do
| can't 60 away minute from tn
window, I'm so afraid Charley will
fall and hurt him. He's been Graz
after bicycle, and Mr.. Meeker di'
not know how to get one for him
they're real costly-and l begge'
and begged him not to buy one, fo
/ knew 1 shouldn't have minute
peace while he was off with it; bu
the boy wanted it, and that's enough
What he wants he's got to have. w
are behind with the taxes, and II
fixing over my old clothes rathe
than ask John for a cent but Char
ley's got the length of his father
foot, as folks say, and l don't kno,
why he shouldn't have. Boys mus
be boys, you know, and / never di
believe in making images of 'em, t
do just so, and be prim and prope
all their days. Oh, oh! there
thought he was off that time, but b
wasn't. / do believe my nerves wi
be worn to ravelin's with that bicycle
Don't go!'
81 won't stay now, Mrs. Meekel
l know you want to watch Charley
I'll come some other time"
So, quite unattended, Mrs. Brow
found her way to the door, and wen
on to the next house, where Miss Sc
phronia Packard lived all alone an
took in sewing. Mrs. Brown mad
the usual inquiries, and then Mis-
Sophronia opened the conversation
81 see you come from Miss Meek
er's; we'll, l do pity that woman
she hasn't minutes peace for then
children; and here's Mis- Bunnell
next door, is just as bad, though sh
hasn't got but one but her May
headstrong, now, l tell you. Why
she goes all the time If 'tisn' dance
it's ride, ,or sail. She's as impuden
as a humble bee, and as bumptiou
as wren, but she isn't of no use il
this livin' world, as | see, but t,
plague her ma. Why, t'other day
Mis- Bunnel found out that May wa
goin' over TO Norfolk in buggy
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