The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1888-11-09

sons punishment could. So she concluded to
temporiZe.
Come down, sonny" she called. prom
Use you won't lay my hands on you dis night.
OATS right" as he slowly descended. Oars
a piece Of later bread in de safe you kin eat,
and a cold sassagc. won't be gone no time,
and eff you takes good care of Sophrony
Jemima I'll bring you big stick oh candy.
Now be good boy" and she wadded of
into The rain and darkness.
Lett alone, Andrew Jackson thought pro.
foundry for few minutes. He ate his later
bread and "sassage" gloomily, stutfng some
into the mouth of the baby, who was whimp-
ering steadily.
I'm gwine to that succuss ef she murders
me fur it," he cried aloud. 81 seed in her eyes
she gwine to whip me anyhow. to morrer.
Use got ticket fur putin up de bills, and
I'll set whar she can see me. Shill take de
baby, or shill | noty"
The boy was really fond Of the baby,
though he was not fond of caring for her
when he wanted to do anything else. If he
left her, she would be sure to fall out of bed,
and she might crawl in the fire. He shud.
dered, when he thought of finding Sophrony
Jemima burned to q crisp upon the hearth.
No, she must go, too. She wasn't sugar or
salt to melt in the rain. So he wrapped her
up in an old blanket, and trudged out into
the stormy night.
The tent was only two squares from their
house, and the walk was q very short one.
He laid the baby down. while he searched in
his pockets for the ticket, turning them inside
out. No ticket was TO be found.
81 had one, mister" lie cried in agony, "but l
reckon it drapped lhrOgh this hole. You'll
femme go in, won't you, clar' TO gracious |
had one"
ca, $40, rs a., ,,,,,, o,;cl ,ho ,,on
angrily; mo ticket, no entrance. Off with
your
Andrew jackson, with a stiiled sob, obey
ed 1t was cold aud dreary outside, but with
in, what light and warmth and happiness!
The rain came down steadily, and the baby
tretted. 1t occurred to the boy lie could take
shelter in one Of the wagons that went with
the show, and listen to the music in comfort.
He Crawled into one nearest the tent, and
with the baby in his arms, listened until a
drowsiuess crept over him, and tent, music,
and everything else faded away from his
mind.
NANNY Burpce" did not enjoy the per-
fOrmance that evening. The rebuke of her
pastor and the consequences which would be
sure to follow made her unhappy, and for the
first time, she began to question the propriety
of II woman of her age going to such fruitless
performances.
Then Lolsa James beau had deserted that
ambitious young lady for another coored
girl, and Losa had suked and quarreed with
him.
Lone, too, had got into fSticuf with
rival cake boy, and his stock was destroyed,
and he so beaten and bruised that he pre-
scented most disreputable appearance. Nor
was nanny Burpee easy in her mind about
her precious baby left in charge of a sulky
boy. She was anything but happy. And in this
frame she crossed the muddy street to her
home, accompanied by Loisa Jane
"Wat has brung back axes you" she ex-
climed to her Tilted daughter. 'Lonzos face all
banged up, and de cakes and pies 'stroyed in
de fight. Two dollars clean gone And you,
Loisa Jane, has TO kick up and fuss wild Jake
Simmons, like you wos pore whiIetrash.
reckon Andrew Jackson has let de fire go
out, and pore baby is stiff froze," she said on
reaching the door. Sure enough, he has"
she pushed open the door, and found dark
ness and few dying emhers in the fireplace.
"Great masters wot has dat boy been
bout? She lighted lamp as she spoke.
"Whar is hep Andrew jackson, git right
upw
A dead silence. Poor nanny Burpee
rushed to the bed and threw the quilts and
blankets ON the floor
Ncllutl Uuby HpI boJ was
He's crawled up inter de loft to scare you,
nanny" cried Lonzo. It's jest like his
contrariHess. I'll sCOot him down in no
time"
But there was no one to be 'scoOted"
Nanny Burpee and Losa Jane flew
around wildly, looking into the cistern, and
in every impossible hole and corner. They
made such noise, that the neighborhood
We're reused, and came hnrrying in.
II shouldn't be s'prised ef he amt done
gone and drowned hisself in de rib1er,' said
a solemn-faCed sister, who had come in to see
what things needed neighborly regulation.
GWEN boy like Andrew Jackson is let' to
his own 'wices, you cant say wot he's gwine
10 do. lt'sa warnin' ter you, Sister Burpee,
Il warnin'."
Sister Burpee screamed and gasped in
strong Mysteries She walked the house dur
ing the night, wringng her hands.
AS the day begun to dawn, she sent 'LOnZO
to alarm the town. a party of men started
off to seek the missing children. But the
searchers had not gone far, when miserable
object, covered with mud from head to foot,
and holding dilapdated baby in the same
condition, tottered into the house.
"Merciiu Master, my chilluns, my chill
luns !" cried mammy Burpee, after the man
ncr OF Hoods Lost Heir" clasping them to
her ample bosom, and then tumbling down
in a dead faint
"Whar you bin you audacious limb2"
cried one of the women, shaking Andrew
jackson till his teeth shattered. you done
kilt your nanny, you mis'able sarpent.
Whar has you bin :"
~ bin wild de wagons" the boy answered,
family, "und oh, Use SO cold and so sick -
1t needed hard rubbing and spoonful or two |
of slimulants to restore the boys scattered |
wits. and enable him to tell his story.
lie told his story, of the falling asleep with
the baby, of having been awakened by the |
iulting of the wagon, and how astonished |
and furious the men were, when he cruwled |
from under The seat
They had gone some distance from the |
town, and at first they threatened to take |
him on, and never let him come back again.
But Andrew jackson howl,d So loud, and |
the baby, who was under the seat, set up such
IN accompaniment of yells, that the men
stopped the wagon, and bundled them out
into ditch.
1t was still dirk, and the boy did not know
where he was, but as soon as day dawned, |
he started Off fortunately in the right direc-
ton. A kind teamstcr had given him lift, |
and here he was.
And NANNY" he cried, with a burst of
tears, IL ncbhcr want ter go to no sucCuss |
agin, ef a million comes here, and I'll nuss
Sophrony Jemima all de time ef you wants
ter 90"
Me" cried his mother, with emphasis
"Sonny, de succuss has seed de last OBJ your
ole nanny. It's brunged bad luck ter u.s.
It's smashed up LonzO's face, and you and
my precious baby mought bab been stole
away from me. lnebber want nobody to say
succuss Ter me agin."
And the solemn sister groaned and said,
"Amen."- Youths Companion.