The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1890-11-15
THEY PAY THEIR WAY.

Well, they are a sight of trouble.
In deed they are, and they cost time
and money and pain and sorrow.
There are three of them, and they
are little things still, and my friends
who have older children tell me that l
need not expect time to come when
my babies will be less tronble than they
are now. | cannot expect a time to
come when they will not be source Of
care and anxiety and hope and fear
no, not even when they have gone forth
to homes of their own and haye their
own little ones around them.
Do they pay cow? Here l am
wearing old clothes and trying to brush
up my hat to make it look new, that
my Johnny and Sammy may have new
kits and refers and hats and shoes
and look as we'll as other children.
They DO kick out shoes so dreadfully,
aud they haven't the first compunction
of conscience about it either. They
tear and smash and destroy and are
into everything. particularly the baby.
Does a two year old baby pay for
itself up to the time it reaches that in
terestlng sge1 Sometimes think not.
l thought so yesterday when my own
baby slipped into my study and scrub
b ID the carpet and his best white dress
with my bottle cf ink. He was play
ing in the coal h ID ten minutes after a
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 a dollars worth OF the
choicest White Rose pertumery out of
the window to see it rain.
Then he dug out the center of
| nicely baked loaf of cake, and was
found in the middle of the dining room
table with the snsar bowl between-AAiiss'
legs and most of the contents in the
stomach.
He has already cost over SIoo in
doctors bills, and l feel that am right
in attributing my few gray hairs to the
misery l endured walking the floor
with him at night during the first year
of his life.
What has he ever done to pay me
for that1
All! II hear his little feet pattering
along out IN the hall. l hear his little
ripple of llughter because he has esca-
ped from his mother and has found his
way up to my study at forbidden
hour. But the door is closed. The
worthless little vagabond can't get in,
and l won't open it for him. No, l
won't. | can't be disturbed when I'm
writing. He can just cry if he wants
to ; l won't be bothered for-rat, tat,
tat, 60 his dimpled kauckles on tie
door. | sit IN silence.
Rat tat, tat.
l sit perfectly still.
Papa.
No reply.
Peeze, papa.
Grim silence.
Baby tum in-peeze, papa.
re shall not come IN.
My papa.
| write on.
Papa, said the little voice, lub my
papa peeze let baby in !
am not quite brute, and l throw
open the door. In he comes, with out
stretched little arms, with shining eyes,
with laughing face. l catch him up
into my arms, and his warm, soft little
arms go around my neck, and not very
clean little cheek is laid close to NINE,
the baby voice says sweetly:
lub my papa.
Does he pay7
Well, guess he does He has cost
me many anxious days and nights. He
has cost me time and money and care
and self sacrifice. He may cost me
pam and sorrow. He has cost much.
But he has paid for it all again and
again and again in whispering those
four little words into my ears: l lub
my papa.-DehoH Free Press.
Friends OF Cecil County!
Ii it be pity to suffer with aches, pains debility
and weakness, caused by liver complaint, dyspep-
sia, ague and fever try BROOM HERB BITTKRs, q