The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1890-11-19

head, II don't know what father will
say to this. I'm afraid he will give you
a severe reprimand.
Josephine shivered with apprehension
and bowed her head still lower in abject
sorrow.
There, daughter, don't cry any
more" added mother $50, wash your
face and run out of doors"
20, dear me, o, dear me suz!' cried
Josephine, making her way slowly
down the steps, with her apron over her
head. II don't acant father to give me
o scere repermand nerer had one, but
they must hurt dre'fful. o, where can
go?"
She ran down the side yard and threw
herself under the shade of the apple
trees The birds sang overhead and
the rosy apples dropped, one by one,
| about her. But she did not hear the
birds, she did not want the fruit
She never could eat again nor play any
more. To meet dear fathers eye in re-
proof would break her heart, and then
0, the dreaded ''repermand." She
jumped up and ran into the gymnasium;
closing the door behind her. she has
tened into the bowling alley. She
caught up ball and sent it rolling,
but stopped in panic, fearing its clat-
ter would betray her hiding-place. She
wished she knew what ''repermand"
whip was. 1t must be something like q
horsewhip. She knew Of nothing more
awful. Dinner time came and passed
and hunger reinforced her sense of ut
ter desolation. She crept cautiously to
the window and peeped out. The other
children were playing in the yard, and,
o, dear, there were the Scott children,
too There had been company todinner,
and she had not been there. The tears
flowed afresh. They always did have
such good things to eat and such nice
talks when there was company to din
ner. But perhaps father would not feel
like talking when he had little girl to
punish. She knew how quiet and sorry
he looked when any OF the children had
been naughty. The skies were dark
and dreary; they gave her no cheer.
Shlvering with cold and worn out with
crying. she wandered back into the
darkest corner, and climbing over all
the benches curled herself up in little
heap on the farthest one. With wei
cheek resting upon her chubby hand
she sobbed herself to sleep.
Meanwhile the mother was busy q!
busy could be. not guessing but wha
her little girl had long ago dried hel
tears, and not for one moment imagin
ing that her words had been so cruelty
misunderstood. Yet although com
pany had arrived and the dutieI
Of hospitality pressed, her thoughts
turned often to her usually dutiful lit
tie daughter whose heedlessness brough
trouble to them both. When fathe
came home he went right in to gree
the guests, and the tale Of disaster wa
postponed. The dinner table was mor'
than full and the younger ones mus
wait till the second table," So it cam
to pass that mother did not miss Jose
: kphine until she came to provide TO
their dinner after tho guests had risen
Then she dispatched one Of the boys
find her. As soon as the guests ha
driven away she fastened back to tn
dining room.
HAS Josephine come ?" she asked
"Did you find her, John?"
mo, can't find her anywhere"
"Why, where can she be? Where di
you see her last WINNER"
II have not seen her since this morl
u, 10
Father was told of the broken des
and the missing child, and he at ont
ordered a general search. The who
big house was ransacked. Then job
went to the barn and Joe to the gardel
Winnifred searched through the ca
orchard and Martha fastened to gran
mothers. Every corner of the WOO
house was overhauled and the att
again explored. The fearful little on
were adding their lamentations to IL
general distress, when Joe rushed
shouting:
"Ive found her! I've found her!"
"Where, where?"
in the old gym, fast asleep Con
and see her. She looks so cunning"
All FASTENED across the yard. Faith
lifted her in his strong arms.
''Poor little grill" every body said,
they saw the traces OF tears.
She gazed about wildly, then, lookir
up into the kind, fatherly face. 81
threw her arms about his neck al
buried her face in his BOSOM,
" Josephine is not afraid Of father,
sheS"
81 didn't mean to be naughty, fatht
Please don't give me s'vere rope
mand."
''Fll tell you what I'll give you, j
sephire. 1t will be a nice, warm dim
that mother has waiting for you in Il
oven."
so, DEAR" sighed Josephine, as 81
N. pressed her cheek against his, II
never be afraid of you again, father
nb I break forty desks, and I'll never elm
up on another if you should have fifty
lv 'em. West Shore.
en- Where Bessie Scraped the Kettle.
10 Bessie had been spending the SUNNI
y in Europe with her father and mothe
In and had just arrived home.
as Uncle Fred took her on his knee, al
gu asked her if she had nice time.
n, ''Oh yes" answered Bessie, II had
to lovely time! scraped the kettle!"
Id At first nobody knew what Bess
ne meant, but then her mother recollect'
ne the night they had spent in peasant
he cottage in Switzerland, when the 60
he Swiss dame had allowed Bessie to scra
Nv the porridge kettle, to the little CIR
so unbounded delight