The Iola register., 1889-08-09

But Tom. What delightful time he
was having at Sandwich! Nobody said
Don't" to him from morning until
night He had often thought that had
he been the author OF that famous little
volume Don t." and founded it on his
own experience. it 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-blowing philoso-
pher. perfectly devoted to his calling,
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 say to
Aieck, 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 Aleck Saunders was a
remarkably good boy naturally. and
needed little pruning.
On the Friday of Uncle 'Zelsiers un-
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 all
lowed to blow something that came out
looking like the missing link" be-
tween a 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 'Zekiel
opened the gate.
Down dropped the glass memento.
shivering into fragments, while Tom
flew down the walk to meet his uncle.
.'Oh, Uncle 'Zekielr' he cried, catch
ing hold of his brown hand, sis any
thing the matter with Aunt Mary?"
Tom had no mother, and he loved
Aunt Mary dearly in spite of her fault
finding.
YES" replied Uncle Ezekiel. with a
cheerful air. "she's pretty bad"
What is it," asked Tom, anX-
iously.
"Well," replied Uncle Zekiel. II
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 it?' She says the house is
like deaf-an' dumb asylum, an she
can't stand it nohow. so he'd to come
down after you"
Toms lips quivered, and two great
tears gathered in his eyes and glistened
on his cheeks like shining diamonds.
He threw his arms around Uncle Eek
iel's neck and gave him a good hug.
Uncle" said he. II never was so
happy in my life. l thought | was
nothing but bother to her" and then
dashed off behind the house, that no
one might see the tears he could not
repress. Then he sat down upon a
stone. wiped his eyes and gave up his
dark schemes of going West just as
soon as he was old enough.
They went home the next afternoon.
and what supper Aunt Mary had for
them. Fried chicken and hot biscuits
double the usual quantity, TOMS
favorite strawberry preserves. cookies.
jelly-cake and a crisp apple turn
over laid right by Toms plate.
They were all very gay and happy
together, as Tom ate with undiminished
appetite and related the adventures of
the week.
Aunt Mary looked around with a
beaming face.
WELL" said she, as they sat back
from the table, this is something like
livin' again. l should hev had dyspepsy
myself in another week
~ es, SAID the young professor.
"while there is often serious incom-
patibility between youth and maturity,
yet it must be confessed that the pres
ence of the young at the festal board is
extremely exhilarating."
But that boy" Tom jumped up so
hastily that his chair fell back with a
loud crack-nobody said Don't. Tom" !"
Mary's chair. leaned over and softly
kissed her faded cheek. I'm so glad to
be at home again" he said.-Kate Vir-
oinia DARLING in Youths Comnanion.