Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-01-20

Go and play in the nursery until 4 o'clock,
and then l will take you to drive with me.
The boy wandered downstairs to the
library and put in the rest of the time until
4 o'clock looking at the crowd on Fifth ave
nue.. Every few moments he would forsake
his post of observation to ask his mother II
he could 60 to the stable and see John, into
the cellar and see the kittens, or walk
around and visit his aunt on the block
below. The answer was an invariable mega
tive, and he did nothing but NOPE around
until it was time to be dressed and have his
hair curled in long ringlets by Nannette for
the afternoon drive. As it was dusty day,
and Mrs. Billington's countenance was OF
that peculiar mud-hue which renders wear
ing vail dangerous thing to do tor fear
of being mistaken for q mulatto, that lady
decided to drive in her brougham.
Little Algy sat primlv beside her for the
first mile, as they numbered heavily through
the park, and then leaning forward took up
his post of observation by the window.
AS THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY.
SIT seems to me-" he said to his mother
with an air of great profundity. ''that
spend about all my life lookin' out Of win
dows. I'm worth a million dollars and
can't get any fresh air."
who told you that you were worth a
million dollars?" asked the mother sharply.
"Nannette. !"
''Well, she ought to be ashamed of her
sell" was the maternal comment. "You
are worth just exactly what your father
wants to give you, and if you are not
good boy you want have anything at all. ;"
TT doesn't make any difference to me"
said the boy calmly. "l'm simply waiting
until get big enough and then I'll get out
of this family as quick as anything in the
world"
"Do take your feet off my dress, said the
mother absently. 'YOu never get into the
carriage but you use me for a doormat"
The boy went OH picturing in his mind
the things he would do when he got old
enough to run away, and so the driv, passed
in the same eternal dreaming which consti-
tuted the greater part of his life.
When he returned to the house lank
and volatile gentleman of French parent
age was waiting to give the boy his music
lessons. The musician talked with un-
swerving persistency, and occasionally
played fve-fnger exercises on the piano.
After half an hour of this sort of thing, he
put the sulky little boy on the music stool
and asked him to play the exercises. The
child only pretended to push down the keys,
and after the necessary time had elapsed
the professor bade him CHEEKY adieu and
pranced out of the house.
At this moment Nannette appeared and
lugged the boy off again to the nursery.
Here large and heavy-browed German
woman sat with several books spread before
her. Opposite was small chair. Alger-
non was lifted bodily into the chair. He
gazed helplessly at the face of the stout
German woman while she entered into a
long and profound analysis of the different
forms which the article takes in German
when it proceeds noun OF a certain gender.
Her talk would have been too abstruse and
profound for boy of 15 years, and the child
opposite her simply looked hopelessly into
here face and said nothing. At the end
OF the lesson she repeated a number OF Ger
man words, and he mumbled them after
her. 1t went on for nearly three quarters
of an hour, and then the German teacher,
feeling that she had done her duty, arose
and departed in the footsteps of the music
master.
A RICH BOYS WOE.
The boy went downstairs and was allowed
to sit beside his mamma, while she took tea
with several gossip ping friends who came in
at o'clock. To each one Mrs. Billington
rehearsed the episode OF the glass of water at
breakfast until the boy grew weary of the
very name of his father. When the mill
ionaire himself returned home he was in
state of mind that set the whole household
in a tremor. To begin wrong in business
means a day of disaster. Everything had
gone wrong at the "store," Mr.. Billington
was sure he had caught rheumatism of the
heart from the ducking he received in the
morning, and Algernon again came to the
front for punishment. He ate his dinner
with his face to the wall in the nursery, and
at 8 o'clock he was tagging slowly through
the lofty and dusky hall toward bed, when
he ran into his only friend in the house
the old negro cook.
"Gwuffman heah!" said the woman, hast
lily, as the little figure brushed against her:
then, stopping, she grabbed the child in her
strong arms and hugged him tight. "Why,
Lawd, Algy." she said, warmly, 81 thot y'u
was de dog. Whad's de mattah, chile? Y'u
amt cryin' ag'in, is yer? VIII fo' y'u cry
eh, VIII fo'?'
''They keeps naqgin' me so, auntie,"
sobbed the boy, nesting down In her arms,
"that wish was dead"
"Shure 'nuff," said the cook, sadly; "dey
do nag y'u. People talk bout bein' bawn
rich-Lawd, if y'u wuz :. pore mans So y'u
be one Nv de happiest little kids on yearth.
Come down in de Kitchen"
But this was not to be, for Nannette ap-
peared and the struggling young millionaire
was lugged off and put to bed in nursery and
tears At least one little boy in New York
wished for poverty that night.
BLAKELY HALL.