St. Paul daily globe., 1889-12-24
Papa Is Proud OF Him, of Course,
but He Is PrOuder Daytimes and
Hinder Other Circums sInnCel.

but He Is PrOuder Daytimes and
Under Other Circumstances.
j. l.. Harbour In Puck.
Charming as is the merry rrattle OF
innocent childhood, it is not particu-
larly agreeable at about o'clock in the
morning, when you are ''dead fol
Sleep" and wouldn't give a copper tc
hear even Gladstone himself talk
There are young and talkative children
who have 10 more regard for your feel
ings or for the proprieties of life than
to open their peppers with snap at
or a. m., and to seek to engage you in
enlivening dialogues OF this sort:
''Papa!"
You think you will pay no heed to the
imperative little voice, hoping thai
silence OH your part will keep the
yOungster quiet; but again the boy oi
three pipes out sharply
"Papap'
"Well?" you say"
"You wake, papa?
"Yes."
''So's me-"
"Yes. L hear you are" you say with
cold sarcasm. "What do you want?'
"Oh, nuffin."
swell, lie still and go to sleep, then"
81 isn't Sleepy, papa"
"Well, l am, young man."
"IsyOu? Iisnt-nOt bit. Say, papa,
papa?''
"Well?''
"If you was rich what would you buy
me?'
II don't know-go to Sleep"
"Wouldu't you buy nutiinT
81 guess so; now you"
"What, papa?"
"Well. steam engine, may be; now
you go right to Sleep"
with bell that would ring, papa?"
"Yes, yes; now you"
"And would the wheels go wound,
papa?"
'oh, yes gawning). Shut your eyes
"And would it go choo. choo, choo,
papa?"
"Yes, yes; now go to sleep!"
"Say, papa"
No answer.
"Papa!"
swell. what now?"
''Is you 'f'aid of the dark?"
"NO'' (drOwsily).
al isn't either, papa"
"Well?'
"If was rich, I'd buy you somefin."
"Would you?''
"Yes; I'd buy you some ice cweam
and some chocolum drops, and a tOOf
brush and panties wiv bWaid on like
mine. and candy wooster. and"
''That will do. You must go to sleep.
now."
Silence for half a second; then
"Papa-papa!'
"Well, what nOw?"
81 want jink."
mo, you DON'T"
II do. papa"
Experience has taught you that there
will be no peace until you have brought
the '.jink," and you scurry out to the
bathroom in the dark for it, knocking
your shins against everything in the
room as you go.
Now, don't want to hear another
word from you tonight" you say, as be
gulps down a mOuthful of the water he
didn't want. Two minutes later he
says:
"Papa?"
''See here, laddie, papa will have to
punish you if-'
IL can spell dog papa"
"Well nobody wants to hear you spell
at O'Clock in the morning."
"B-o-g--dog; is that rIght?''
mo, it isn't; but nobody cares if
"Then it's dog isn't it?''
"Yes. yes; now you lie right down
and go to sleep instantlyr'
''Then Pll be good boy, won't l,
papa?"
"Yes, you'll be the best boy on earth.
Good night, dearie."
"Papar
swell. we'll! What now?"
ais your little boy?"
"Yes, yes; of course"
sSome mans haven't got any little
boys; but you have, haven't you?'
"YeS."
Don't you wish you had two, free,
nine, 'leben, twenty-siX, ninety-ten,
free hundred little bOys?'
The mere possibility of such remote
and contingent calamity so paralyzes
you. that you lie speechless for ten mill
utes. during which you hear yawn or
two in the little bed by your side, a lit
tie figure rolls over three or four times,
pair of heels fly into the air once or
twice, a warm, moist little hand reaches
out and touches your face to make sure
that you are there, and the boy is asleep
with his heels where his head ought
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