The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1888-09-09

"Rolly Kinks Beyond that Rolly's mother
is unable to go, but the expression OF the face
and voice convey worlds of meaning.
Jim. with his hands in his ragged pockets
| looks leisurely about and surveys the cosy farm
room with air of disinterested interest
| Purity fly in we're. haint yer. nissisl Com
fertilizer, an smells better'n tn las place puts
mp at"
Reilly rubs his head in amazement, and sig
nifies his astonishment at the effrontery of this
| small boy by his mild my stars"
Mrs. Kinks abhors dirt Uncleanliness in
| her abomination.
"Rolly, take thet Their boy in ter tn wood
| shed an wash him tn first six miles"
That Their boy" has the same affection for
| soap aud water that the Old Boy is said to have
for holy water, so this process if fraught with
Say, mister, / dsssent git my. skin wet. it'd
/ floor me shore pop. wv, promised my mother
| OH 'er death-b bed / wouldn't never wash me- an
haint by hooky. Say, wot yer givin' usl' ETC..
| etc.
| At one time Jim waxed pneilistic in his OBJ
| jections, but after some mild persuasion from
Roliy submitted to be thoroughly scrubbed and
actually allowed himself TO come under Rollys
| unskilled but effective shears the GROWING
| insult of ALL During this operation the variety
| and fuency OF Jim's profane repertory provokes
even the mild Roly into a reprimand. Jim
comes forth victim. clean but miserable
savory but unhappy. He frightened little at
supper, aud fell to with such appetite that he
| speedily ate himself to sleep again.
| "Rolly Klinks!" Mrs Kinks never called her
son by his full name except upon those rare oc-
casions when she a little ''riled,' she put
it. "Rolly Kinks, what be ye goin ter do with
thet their awful boyT
And Rolly. good Roly in this wise:
"Well, ye see. mother, it needs a smart spry
boy ter pick apples. an persimmons, an paw
! paws"
"Persimmons an fddesticks! Ye know them
fruits was all picked weeks ago.
| But they'll grow agiu, mother, ar by next
| year Jimmie1l be les right ter pick EN-, an save
| me heap of work"
An angry sniff from Mrs. Kinks.
Gan he can help you. mother, dom chores
| when I'm away, an be mighty handy"
Mrs. Kinks too Disguised TO reply.
| ''Motherf'
| No answer
Then Rolly as mildly and sweetly as ever:
Mother, I've read sight about foreign mis-
sions, an I've done my share as L could with
small means to belo an encourage em an other
| church work tibet others was doin'. But here is
| heather, mother" Rolly arose and POINTED
with unconscious impressveness st the sleeping
| boy; there is heather, mother, more in tn
| dark an more in need o. salvation an redemp-
ton than any tibet the Lord lets live in their ap-
| pinted places in foreign lands My duty is plain
to me. mother. Thet boy has soul, an some
day tn Lord will demand tibet soul of him, an
| He may ask me- Where 10 thy brotherl"
The rude. but honest, eloquence of this
| touched Mrs. Kinks. She hesitated a minute.
More practical than Rolly she appreciated the
goodness of his act, but dreaded its conse-
quences. AT last she said in a somewhat milder
tone:
Yer good boy, Rolly, but ye amt more'n
| half baked
And Rolly, feeling he had carried the day
| laughed his ful-lunged laugh and toppled out
to Go chores.
Jim was not ornamental. and he could not be
said TO be useful His appreciation of the ami
NAL comforts surrounding him was keen. lie
basked before the fire as a cat would. But this
appreciation did not extend beyond the knowl-
edge and acceptance of merely creature com
! forts The spirit which prompted them was be-
yond his conception. His conviction OF
religion and the Bible seemed mainly a hazy
idea that the former meant big churches and
'style." and that all ''cuss words" originated in
the latter. Their perversion from original uses
did not concern him in the least He was an
embryo socialist. Thieving was second nature
to him. and no amount of eloquence could per
suade him it was wrong.
wy! lookahere, boss. Men pal hsint got
nothin. Some ole duffer he's got tn chips. We
cracks his crib some dark night, an gifts away
with tn swag. Then We lives In clover till we
gifts bowed. o nv eye! Amt 1t rum 60
though? Well. should mutter to murmer."
"But that's stealth an the Bible says we
mustn't"
To which replies the irreverent Jim: "Gi'
out We haint got nothin', and he's got toe
much! We splits III Diff
Jims appreciation Of the snfulness OF lies
was equally dense and prevented. To him lie
was piece of commendable and praiseworthy
business strategy. His scorn of commonplace
truth-tellers was lofty and intense Upon oeini
told the old and familiar "hatchet story" as al
remark
want ne a softly, though. He orter of SEE
sezhe. No, govner, didn't done il; wisher
| rsycroak If did, but seen til chap as did don,