Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1889-10-10

her head and smiling at tho mother.
who appeared at the doorway. II
was s IMPLY afriad that he might break
something with his ball, but do lot hin,
enjoy himself, beseech you. Children
will be children, you know"
II do hope he won't cause you any
trouble" tho mother replied. II dc
the very best 1 can with him, butt
I-come here, son."
She reached out, took the boy by tho
hand aud drew him into the room.
What makes you cry. mammal"
because you arc 80 bad, darling"
she replied. taking him into her arms.
Il didn't know l was bad"
..But you are. You seem to make
every body miserable"
What's miserablcr
Unhappy"
whats unhappvp"
Go, sit down over there.
He climbed upon q trunk. twisted him:
self around, tore his clothes, got down,
killed fly on the windowpane, picked
up feather which he found in the cor
ner, threw it up and blew his breath on
it, turned over work-basket, climbed
upon the bed where his mother had
lain down, put his hands on her face,
gased with misphivoqs tenderness into
her eyes, and saidi
~ love YOU"
She clasped him to her bosom
"You'll be good boy. won't you"
"Yessum, an when that Niger
makes face at me, won't say any.
thing"
well, you must not"
IAN mustn't grab hold OF the calfs
tail when he shovos it through tho
fence ?"
No"
,Mhy,"
'Oh, because 1t will hurt him. Let
mamma 60 to sleep now, but don :
you 60 out:
Nome"
The woman sank to sleep. The boy
got off the bed and vent 70 the widow.
He looked up at a hy that was bpzzlng
at the top, went back to the bed gen.
tiy kissed his mother and stole out into
the hall. Exuberapt with freedom, he
began to gallop in imitation OF hoEss:
'Sh-sh!'
He was confronted by tho proprie-
tor's wife. What arc you racing
around here like . mule for, saye
Don't you know you are wearing Gqt
The carpet2 Why don't you 20 some:
ghere and sit down and behave like q
human boingf Think ! bought this
carpet to have it skuffud ont this ways
Stop raking your foot on the floor that
way"
He held up his hands as Il. In begging
for forgiveness. he would kiss her.
lDoh't put your greasy hands on me.
Go on. now, and don't rake your yeet
On this carpet. don't know what
mothers these days can be thinking
About.
,Iommie,'" bis aother called
HYessum,"
Come here"
ooh, don't know what to do with
you," she said whom sho had drawn
him into the room. What makes you
so bad?"
Il dunno, but il must be the bad
mai.n
YES, and he'll get you. too, II yoy
don't behave yourself"
"And will he hurt mea"
Eyes. he will"
Howl"
Burn you"
"Ho, I'd shoot him.
"You couldn't"
;tNhy couldn't ~"
EDh, don't know
Then how do you know he wop,t
burn mee" -
, "Oh, don't know that no would"
/ Then what made you say that b
, wouldp'
For gracious sake, give mo a lttl
) peace"
"A little piece OF breade" he asked
while his eyes twinkled with mischief
Hush, sir; hush. Not another wor
out of You. Take your dirty hand
. Away from my face.!f
II want to hug YOU"
DWELL. hug me. then. and sit down,
"You love me. don't your"
Eyes, little angel" she said. press
ing him to her bosom.
'More than all the houses an rail
: roads an steamboats, put together3"
yes"
, 10 the mother the days were dragge,
over the field OF time. like She dsa,
body of an animal. In misery lest he
son should cause offense. she watched
him, and, at table, hushed him. Tn
, proprietor's wife scolded him. and .
asst tho little fellows spirit was cowed
He crept through the hall, and, on tin
toe, to keep from wearing out tho car
. pets, he moved through the house. H
| k, oh a. l. IL L. x,-t<
tors wife, and in bis sleep he mutter
!: cd apologies and declared that he woul,
be good. One morning he awoke wit
burning fever.
Il wish you would come in and Sc
my little boy" said the mother, cd
! dressing the propristor's wife. Sh
: gent in. The little fellow looked 0
\ aer, and, as q deeply. troubled expses
o sion crossed his face. said; - ~
. Il won't wear out the carpet"
{ sWhy. no, you won't hurt the carpet
r Get up and run on it all you want to,
v 81 cant, now"
"But you can after awhile"
Days of suffering; nights of drcaG
Everything had been done and tn
doctor had gone home. A heart-br,
ken woman buried her face in the bee
clothes. The proprietor's wife. wit
tears streaming down her face. stoc
looking upon Q wasted face which hat
bnly short time before, bcamed vi,
mischief.
Little boy" she said. "dear lit
fellow, you are going to leave us. Yo
, are going to heaven"
!, NO" he family replied. Il will
s In tho way, and they won't let me laug
$ there"
I 4 long silence followed and then th
J, old woman whisperedi
. ..He is gone"
, A man with heavy boots walked q
the carpet in the halL-Opie r Rca,
IN ArkansdU Traveller.
il The sgpposition that Americans sksld 81
100000 a year abroad 10 probably eorrct