Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1890-09-30

Uoua tney are, ana they cost time ;,ao
money and pain and sorrow
There are three Of them and they are
little t,li lss SILL, and my friends who have
older children tell me that need not ex.
peet time t. come whcn M babies will
lie less trouble than they nre nou.
cannot expect time TO come when they
will not be source Of care and anxiety
and hope and fe:lr-nn, not even when they
have gone forth TO homes of their own aud
have their own little ones around them
Do they pay nowf Here am wearing
old clothes and trying TO brush up my hat
TO i.lake Il looA new that ny johnny unA
Sammy may have new ki.ts and refers
and hats and shoes and LOOK rs well us
other children. They do kick out shoes so
dreadfully, and they haven't the first com
junction of conscience about it, either.
They tear and snas. md destroy and are
into everything" particularly the baby
Does 2-year-old baby pay for itself up
TO the time it reaches that interesting agef
Sometimes | think not. thought so yes
terday when my own baby slipped into nv
study and scrubbed" the carpet and his
best white dress with my bottle Of ink. He
was playing in the coal bod ten minutes
after clean dress was put on him. and
later in the day he pasted fifty cents worth
of postage stamps on the parlor wall and
poured dollars worth OF the choicest
white Rose" perfumery out of the win
dow "to see it vain"
Then he dug out the center of Il nicely
baked loaf of cake, and was found ia the
middle of the dining room table with the
sugar bowl between his legs and most of
the contents in his stomach.
lie has already cost over 500 in doctors
bills, and feel that am right in attrib
uting my few gray hairs to the misery
endured walking the loor with him at
night during the first year of his life.
What has he ever done to pay me for
that?
Ali hear his little feet pattering along
out in the hall. | hear his little ripple of
laughter because he has escaped from his
mother and has found his way up to my
study at u forbidden hour. But the door is
closed. The worthless little vagabond
can't get in, and | won't open it for him
No, won't. can't be disturbed when
Pm writing. Ho can just cry if he wants
to. won't be bothered for-''rat, tat tat
go his dimpled knucl1les on the door
sit in silence.
"Rat-tat-tat."
sit perfectly still.
Papa"
No reply.
"Pceze, papa"
Grim silence
Baby tum in--peeze, papa"
He shall not come in.
"My papa"
write on.
Papa" says the little voice; 81 lnb my
papa Peeze let baby inl'
am not quite brute and throw open
the door. In he comes with outstretched
little arms, with shining eyes, with laugh
ing face. catch him up into my arms
and his warm, soft little arms 20 around
my neck the not very clean little cheek Is
laid close to mine the baby voice says
sweetly:
81 hub my papa"
Does he pay?
Well, guess he doesl RE has cost me
many anxious days and nights. He has
cost me time and money and care and sell
sacrifice. He may cost me pain and sor
row. He has cost much. But he has paid
for it MI again and again and again IN
whispering those three little words into
my ears, II hub papa
Our children pay when their very first
feeble little cries ill our hearts with the
mother love and the father love that ought
never to fail among all earthly passions.
Do your children pay?-.J. H. d. in De
troit Free Press.