The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1886-11-20
Fersuson's Boy, Freddie.

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| dincd with Ferguson the other day.
Ferguson has boy named Freddie.
Freddie ls-a boy about nine years of age,
and is considered very "bright." He is;
he is positively brilliant But if he were
my boy think | could polish HIM still
more A. all events sroud try.
Freddie came into the pArlor soon after
my arrival, his face shining from "a recent
vigorous application OF soap and water,
and hls yellow hair plastered down to
his head SO that every bump was plainly
visible
You don't remember Mr.. johnson. do
you?" said his father, taking the young
cub on his knee.
yep" was the reply.
whats that?" said Ferguson reprov-
ingly.
Yep" repeated the boy, with a sur
prised look.
Haven't told you to always say yes
sr?"
"1essir'
That better. So you remember Mr..
johnson, eh? It's nearly three years since
Freddie saw you last, added Ferguson,
turning to me. It's astonishing what d
memory the boy has What do you re
nj ,mber about Mr.. johnson, Freddie?'
he Inquired.
Il remember replied Freddie ingen-
lousy, THAT his hair was white at the
root and black at the ends, and mar said
she guessed he badn' t dyed it this week. .
Tnls remark produced a feeling of con-
straint, SO to speak aud Freddie was ban
ished from the parlor. l did not see him
again until | went in to dinner.
Ferguson asked blessing. AS soon as
he had finished Freddie burst out with:
Par whats the reason YOU never do
Ferguson made some facetious remark,
but saw a light in his eye which told
me that there was trouble ahead for Fred
die, and | rejoiced in secret.
Mar" said Freddie presently, don't
you wish Aunt Maria Was here?"
"Why, Freddie" said his mother, with
fond smile.
"Couse you said the other day that
you wished she an Mr.. johnson could
meet, cause he'd be such a good catch
for her, an it was about her last chance,
an"
"Frederck.' shouted Ferguson.
why, Freddie Ferguson" exclaimed
his mother.
The subject was quickly changed. |
felt that it would be wise to sehd Fred
die away from the table, but Ferguson
dared Fate, and permitted him to remain.
Gimme another piece Of cake.' said
Freddie presently.
You have had three already" said his
mother, gently.
Il know | have, an | want another"
But
II want another piece of cake"
What can you possibly want of more
"Wanter eat it, of course. What'd
yer s'pose | wanted ter do with it-put
wheels on it al use it fer wagon?'
1t struck me that this would be good
time to remove Freddie aud intiict cor
poral punishment upon him, but Mrs.
Ferguson thought differently. She re-
garded Fleddie's remarks as Imaginable.
cts astonishing what fund OF humor
chat boy has got she said, as she gave
him the biggest piece OF cake on the
plate. Hes always making quaint re-
marks tike that Par and | think he'll
become IA great humorist.
MIR. johnston said Freddie, as We
rose from the table can | feel of your
dlmun piu?"
What d singular request" said Mrs.
Ferguson But please let him do it if
some funny idea in his head and We shall
see what 1t is"
We did. After rubbing the diamond
several times with his turetinger Gnci-
dentally colorlug my immaculate shirt
front with currant jelly, he said Won
deringly:
"Why, it ART sticky at all.
"No, Freddie, of course not" said Fer
guson smilingly.
why should it be sticky? Diamonds
are not sticky
mo, s'pose not, said Freddie but
| heard mar say that she thought it
wasn't a di'mun at all but ouly paste an
| knew that paste"
But at this point Freddie was hustled
ont of the room by his father and in a
few moments my heart was gladened by
the sound of dismal yells in the distance.
saw no more of Freddie that evening.
7 do not intend to dine at FeruusOn's