Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1890-01-28

tleman breathing little hard. In a
cornor just where my father told me I
should find it, stood the box upon the
t:blr.
But could not Immediately pick it
up and depart. Tho beautiful room in
which found myself vas a revelation
to re. Until that mo:ront I had not
Known that had tastes and sympu thics
ul ~ higher order than might have bo"r:
expected OF tho youthful son of boat
builder. Those artistic furnishings
aroused within a lovo OF the beautiful
which did not know l possessed. The
carpets, the walls, the pictures, tho
hangings in the windows, the furniture.
tho ornaments, every thing in fact i'm.
pressed mo with such 4 delight that |
did not wish to move or go away.
Into my young soul there came
longing. oh" said to myself, that my
parents had belonged to tho same So
cial grade as that worthy couple repos-
ing in that bed, and oh! that l, in my
infancy, had been as beautiful and as
: likely to be SO carefully nUrturcd
and cultured as that sweet taLo il the
next ROOM l almost hcavod a Sigh as
l thought of tho difference between
IutSc anu oN II, DuC
checked myself, it would not do to
mako noise and spoil my fathers
Joke.
There were great many things in
that luxurious apartment which it
would have delighted me to look upon
and examine, but l foroborc."
Il wish I'd been there" said tho
stout man, there wouldn't have been
any forbcarin'."
Tho speaker turned sharply upon
| him.
Don't you interrupt me again." he
said, angrily. Then, instantly resuming
| his deferential tone, no continued the
! story.
but I had como there by the COM
mand of my parent and this command
must be oboycd without trifling or loss
Of time. My father did not approve of
trifing or loss Of time. l moved quiet
ly towards the table in the corner, on
which stood my fathers box. l was
! just about to put my hand upon it when
l heard a slight movement behind mo.
gavo start and glanced backward.
1t was Mr.. Williamson Green turning
over in his bed; what if he should
awake? His back was now towards me
and my impulse was to fly and leave
every thing behind me, but my father
had ordered me to bring the box, and
he expected his orders to be obcyed.
had often been convinced Of that.
Il stood perfectly motionlcss for a
minute or so, and when tho gentleman
recommended his regular and very audi
Bile breathing l felt it safe to proceed
with my task. Taking hold of tho box
| ! 1,r T
pectcd it to be. but 1 moved gently away
with it and passed into the back room
''There 1 could not refrain from stop
ping moment by the side of the sleep
ing babe, upon whose chorub-like face
the light of the night-lamp dimly shone
The little child was still sleeping sweet
ly, and my impulse was to stop and kis:
it, but knew that this would be wrong
The infant might awake and utter a CRY
and my fathers joke be spoiled.
moved to tho open window, and will
some trouble and, think, without any
noise, 1 succeeded in getting out upo1
the TROLLS with the box under my arm
The descent was awkward, but m,
father was q tall man, and, reaching up
ward, relit mo of my burden before
got to the ground.
, |
he whispered, or I should have givel
you a rope to lower it down by. If yo
had dropped it and spoiled my instru
ments, and made lot of noise besides
l should have been angry enough
Il was very glad my father was no
angry, and following him over tn
green sward we quickly reached tn
boat, whore the box was slowed ava
under tho bow to keep it from injury.
1--WE pushed off as quietly as possibl
and rowed swiftly down tho river. WI"
we had gone about = mile I suddenl
dropped my oar with an exclamation c
dismay.
+ What's the 'aatter?' cried my father
l "'Oh, have d one dreadful thing
y said. 20! father, must go back
1 Il am sorry t. say that ct this m
father swore.
What do you want to go back for
: he said.