Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1890-07-04

for six packs of iire-crackers, four Ro-
man candles and three pin-wheels!
"And say" added the Old man,
somewhat sheepishlv, 81 guess We may
as well give me one o. them cheap flags
while you're about it, Ny great-grand-
father fought at Bunker Hill, and Mrs.
Jarretts great-uncle, he was sailor
aboard the Constitution when she fit
that battle with the Guerrero, that's
put down in every commOn-school his
tory, and If we hain't a right TO nail the
old flag over our front door, | don't
know who has"
So they went home through the wild
rOse-spangled woods and across the sum
mer-Scented meadows; little Johnny
fitting on in advance with the flag
streaming above his yellow head like a
meteor, the proudest and happiest OF
small creatures, while Mr.. Jarrett fol-
lowed with the parcel of fireworks,
IL dare say I'm an old fool" said Mr..
Jarrett to himself, as his hard face
beamed at sight of Johnny's satisfac-
tioe. but l dunno's there's any law
ag'ic' a man bein' an old fool il he's a
mind to-once year, at least"
Mrs. Jarrett was amazed beyond
measure, when, on reaching home In
the purple twilight, she discovered q
pin-wheel revolving in showers of fiery
sparks in front of the door, and saw
set out on the table inside, the jar OF
plum jam, that was only opened wher
the minister came, the tin box Of ginger
snaps, pitcher of milk, and one soil
tary section of the raspberry pie, which
had been baked for the mOrrOw'S din
ner: while little Johrny'S face, lighted
by the blue cOruScationS, and Mr.. Jar
rett's beaming viSagc just behind were
study to behold.
OH" cried the child. clapping hi:
hands, Il do so love the Fourth of July
And love Mr.. Jarrett, too, and Mr.
Jarrett'S mother. (Which was his way
Of accounting for the kind old lady Will
the Strcaky white hair
"Waal, Eunice, 'SpoSe you think In
crazy" said Mr.. Jarrett, rather sheep
iShly. II don't know as | blame ye
neither" And he explained to her how
this singular paradox had brought itsel
to pass.
I'm glad of it," said Mrs. Jarrett
heartily; land I'll go to work and ge
you Jest rs nice tea As | know how;
berry ShOrtcake, and some flannel cakes
with maple syrup; jest as your ole
mother used to make 'em. Come here
and kiss me, little boy. Bless us! how
strong you smell of gunpowder."
Its the Fourth of July" said the
child ioyouslv: land there's three pack.
of iirccrackers left
At nine o'clock, they took the LITTLE
\ boy back To Mrs. Brimmcr'S cottage.
Its pretty solitary comm back with
out him, ell. Eunice?' said Mr.. Jarrett
as he held open the gate-an unwonte'
piece of cOurtcSy-fOr his wife To pas
through.
YES. it is" said Mrs. Jarrett.
"A child docs sort O. brighten up
house, now, don't he?'
"Oh, yes" Mrs. Jarrett fcryently an
Swercd.
Il was kind o. thinkin', if you didn'
object, Eunice, that we might adop
the little chap" blurted out Farmer Jar
rett. ''He hain't no relations belongin
to him, it seems, and he's nice, docll'
boy"
1T does seem as if the Lord mean
some one to take care of him. Hiram,
answered the wife, almost afraid to lie
her husband see the thrill of joy tina
convulscd her features. She had bccl
longing all these years for some one t.
love and coSSet, this childleSS. mother
hearted woman.
"Waal, I'll see about it tomorrow
mornn'." said Hiram, decidedly.
Mrs. Jarrett went 10 bed with happ
heart that night.
I'm thankful to the Lord for Sendin
us this Fourth O July she murmurc'
To herself. "And still more for putin
that idee about little Johnny into Hi
rams heart. There's lots O true thing
in the Bible, but there amt none true
than where it says. Ind Uulc chill
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