The Lafayette advertiser. [volume] (Vermilionville [i.e. Lafayette], La.) 1865-19??, 1891-08-29
WHAT rs A HEDGE HOG?
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was going with her. Of course, sh
objected; but, of course, she yielded
after pleadings and promises on hi
part.
"Where are you going?" as the
walked along.
"To Clipman's book store to bu.
me a book-no, to buy a Bible fo
your Aunt Sarah"
"What does she want with it?"
'To read, of course
"Did she send you the one you'v'
tgot?'
eyes"
"Did she send it to you to read?"
"Yes."..
"But you don't do it."
"Hushl you little rascal; you mus
not talk that way. If people on the
street heard you they might thinl
that I never read my Bible"
"And you don't, do your
"Hush! I tell you; 1 would like te
know what time a woman with three
children has to read. 1t takes all my
time looking after them"
"Then you don't read your Bible
do you?"
"Of course do"
"Then your three children don't
take all your time, do they?"
eff you don't hush, I'll drive you
back! Don't you say word while
we are in the store"
They entered a large house where
godly books Chat are rarely ready and
where ungodly books (that are read)
cleaned in gilded array. Mr.. Clip
man, we'll known dignitary in the
church, and whose wealth of stutter
was source of annoyance to himself
and cause Of amusement to unre-
lenting sinners, came forward rubbing
his hands and smiling in that way
which men put down as the working
of inward cant, but which women re-
gard as true affability.
"Why, go-go-good morning, Sister
Mul.mulkittle! Glig-glig-g glad to see
you."
II want a nice Bible, please.
'sSte-ste-step this way, Sister Null
mul-mul-kittle.'
"Maw,' said the boy, pulling at his
mothers dress, "what's the matter
with him?"
''Hush!" in an aggravated whisper.
'But your name amt Mul-mul-mul-
mulkittle, is it,"
"Oh, you little wretch!" and she
pinched him.
Couch! Quit that, Maww
Mr.. Clipman, still smiling but glow
ering at the boy, took down a sacred
work clasped with brass. "Here's a
very fi-f-fi-fne work, il-il-illustrated,
l think, by Do do-do-dore."
"Maw, what's the matter with his
MOUTH"
"You see, this is beau-beau- beauti-
fully bound, Sister Null -mul-muP-
"She amt Sister Mul-mul-mul-;
she's my maw!"
"Wlllle! exclaimed the poor wo-
man, eff you don't hush, I'll box your
ears; you good for nothing little
rascal!"
But the youngster, having often ex-
perimented with his mothers firmness,
knew that he stood in no immediate
danger. -
"Mister, what's the matter with
you? Are you scared?"
The good churchman glared at the
boy, but smiling with desperate effort
said: "You mu-mus-mus-musn't ask
so many ques-ques-ask SO many ques-
tions, my little ma-ma-man; Isome-
times stu-stu-stut-stutter."
ooh, my! what shall do with him?
Come here to me, sir!' jerking his
arm.
"Quit that, Maw!''
He remained quiet for a few mo-
ments, watching an old negro woman
who came in with basket. Just as
the trade was about to be closed, he
asked: ''Mister, do you ever pray?"
'tOh yes, my little fel-fel-fellow!"
"But the Lord can't understand you,
can he?"
3 3 The good man looked appealiugly
at Mrs. Mulkittle, to whose eyes the
tears of vexation and embarrassment
rushed.
e'The Lord would say Go and learn
how to talk, wouldn't he?"
sTa-ta-take that hedge hedge hog
that hedgehog away; I wo-wo- wouldn't
stand him if never so-so-so-sold an
other book in my li-li-i-lifew
As the poor woman dragged the
boy from the door, he asked, NAV,
what is a hedge hogr'
My Duson traveller friends, these
are facts, Do you ever pay?
LrTTEE HATCHET.