The Springdale news., 1888-11-30
YOUTHS DEPARTMENT.
OUR PAUL.
He Gets Tired Doing "Nuffin"-How He
 Disposed of Seven '.Hanners."


 big front chamber upstairs, the house was full of bustling and walking on tip toe. Mary was busy getting dinner. Mamma was watching grandma while the nurse slept. It was dull for Paul, as he could not play horse or slide down the bannisters, for mamma had warned him not to make noise. All the neighbors' boys and girls had gone to school; Paul was not quite old enough to go. He sometimes cried over this sad fact, but only when he thought no one could see him. He would go out to the barn and stand before the big red horse; while one eye was filled by his fist, he would look tearfully from the other and say: "I fink it's too bad can't go to school, don't you, Fanny? If l ain't big as Tommy Jones and don't wear pants yet, Ise going to next win ter, and l can drive you and he can't ' And this morning he was much lonclier than usual. Mamma heard a queer choking little noise.. She went to the door. Paul was curled up on the stair way, with his head hidden in the folds Of his kilt skirts.
 "Oh, mamma, he murmure1, Tn orful tired of doing muffin
 "Poor child! That is hard work. And what does my little man want to do?'= Mamma sat down on the stairs and took Paul on her lap
 ''l don't know perzactly. but fink l would like to squeal and make big noise like Fourth of July
 But grandma-,' suggested man. ma.
 ..Yes, know. Then you might let me go and help papa keep store awhile. '
 This was q treat not often allowed, for the store was some way from the house and papa said he was nuisance if people came to trade. Paul thought he could take care of himself if papa would put him in the candy-case. Nam ma put q clean collar, with bright blue sailor tie. around his chubby neck, kissed him, and off he started. on what my slaugY nephew calls q d0g-trot. Papa was busy writing as Paul came into the store. but he did not look Up though he had watched his little boy coming down the road. so Paul. think ing he had not been seen. ran and climbed o9=the back rounds Of papa's chair. Glaspjn9 lis fat hands over papa's eyes, he demanded in shrill tones:
 T say, old fellow, you don't know who 1 is, I'll bet a cent. Say, do you, now2a
 Papa drew a long breath
 'It isn't Deacon Low, is it2'
 ''No, siree. Guess again. papa?' shrieked Paul, in high delight
 Il guess it's Dr. Lane, then
 "Why. papa. said Paul, plaintiyely, 'I should fink you'd know better'n that.
 .'So should l." answered papa, laaghingly, and putting out his arms he lifted Paul around into his lap.
 ''I fink, said Paul after. h. had been kissed, "that you ought to give me sum. fin for fooling you so awfully. papa " Papa doubted the fooling, l,it signi,ied his willingness to give. T like han ners,s Paul said. gravely At this broad hint papa got him big yellow one. In less than five minutes this WAS deyoured Yes, that is the right word -deyoured. Then he sighed: I'm orful fond of hannars. Papa took the hint again, this time givisg him d plump red banana. Then Paul went and played in the back store among the tieeces of wool, the barrels of flour and the codfsh. After an hour papa miss ed him, and where do you think ho was2 In the bin where the coarse rock salt was kept Paul was fast asleep as if it had been the downiest feathcl-bed. His yellow curls on the white salt made sweet picture. Papa woke him. ..So, my fine young man, you took Il ride into No Mans Land?n ''Ycs, the old sand man comed along. 1 don't fink he's very perlite old man when fel- Ter wants to play. Can't you give me another hammer, papa?n An I like yaller ones bester than reds Papa got him another, saying; Don't you think you had better run home. now. little boy, or mamma will be worried. n
 Yes, an give me a hammer for her. She'd be so s'prised,a Papa got one. Do it up, or l might lose it. ;" Papa did it up.
 Nurse likes hammers. Papa put one in for her.
 An poor Mary, she's makin pies for dinner" In went one for Mary.
 Don't forget gamma, papa