Woodville Republican. (Woodville, Miss.) 185?-current, 1889-08-17


But Toni What 4 delightful time b,
was having atSandwichl Nobody said
sDon't to him from morning unit
night He had often thought that haa
he been the author Of that famous little
volume Don't. !" and founded It on his
own experience, il would have been as
large as the Unabridged Dictionary.
He took such deep, full breaths of free
dom with no one to criticise every
movement
Mr.. Saunders, whose son Tom was
visiting, was glass-b blowing philoso-
pher, perfectly devoted to his calling,
a department which gave him frequent
opportunities for that meditation which
all philosophers love. He believed that
children had altogether too much prun-
ing and nagging, and used to soy to
Aleck, his eldest boy; "Look here
Alack. you do what you think is about
right to-day, and if you make any mis-
takes, come to me and we will see what
we can do about it. !"
The plan seemed to have worked well
so far, but then Alecl Saunders was a
remarkably good boy naturally, and
needed little pruning.
On the Friday OF Uncle 'Zekiers I'm.
expected advent, the two boys had been
all over the glass works 1t was one
OF Mr. Saunders leisure days, and in
stead OF 'philosophizing." he went
over the works with them, explaining
every process, and Tom had been al.
lowed to blow something that came out
looking like the missing link" be-
tween COW and an elephant.
He had just come out, his brown
curls all blown about by the salt sea
breeze, and was proudly displaying this
nondescript animal to Mrs Saunders
and the children, when Uncle 'Zekial
opened the gate.
Down dropped the glass memento,
shivering into fragments. while Ton
flew down the walk to meet his uncle.
"Oh, Uncle 'Zekielp' he cried, catch
ing hold Of his brown hand, SIS any
thing the matter with Aunt Maryp'
Tom had no mother, and he love6
Aunt Mary dearly in spite of her fault.
finding.
Eyes" replied Uncle Ezekiel, with
cheerful air, 'she's pretty bad"
"What is itP" asked Tom, anx-
iously.
WELL" replied Uncle Ezekiel, ~
don't egzactly know the name o. the
disease, but the symptims is that she's
dreadful lonesome without the com.
pany of certing boy called Thomas
Jefferson Croft
you don't mean it, Uncle" cried
Tom, with an air of incredulity.
Mean FTP She says the house is
ike deaf-an' dumb asylum, an she
can't stand it nohow, so he'd to come
Town after you"
Toms lips quivered, and two great
ears gathered in his eyes and glistened
IN his cheeks like shining diamonds.
he threw his arms around Uncle Eek.
els neck and gave him a good hug.
Uncle" said he. II never was SC
lappy in my life! thought 1 was
nothing but bother to her" and ther
lashed off behind the house, that nc
me might see the tears he could not
cypress. Then he sat down upon a
tone, wiped his eyes and gave up his
lark schemes of going West just as
oou as he was old enough.
They went home the next afternoon,
nd what supper Aunt Mary had for
hem. Fried chicken and hot biscuits
double the usual quantity,
avorite strawberry preserves, cookies,
elly-cake, and crisp apple turn
ver' laid right by Toms plate
They were all very gay and happy
Ogether, as Tom ate with undiminished
ppetite and related tho adventures OF
he week.
Aunt Mary looked around with 3
canning face.
well" said she, as they sat bac5
'om the table, .this is something like
vim again. should hev had dyspepsy
lyselfin another week"
Yes" said the young professor,
while there is often serious income
between youth and maturity,
ct it must be confessed that the pres,
nee of the young at the festal board is
exhilarating."
But chat boy Tom jumped up SO
astily that his chair fell back with o
'ud crack-nobody said Don't, Tom.n
and then he won't around to Aunt
Iary's chair, leaned over and softly
Used her faded cheek. I'm so glad to
Q at home again" he said. Kate Wiz.
inia Darling, in Youths Companion.