St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1892-03-19

out who I'm, can't, for I am 60
many boys IN one that I feel lust like
paum-puddin9. The rsisins sre the
EndScotts and the currants are the
Deveresux, and the citron the Leiths.
and the spice the dukes and things.
and the -four the rest Of EN-, and they
are all rolled into me- And I'm the
last Of the whole lot, and I'm lone.
some"
I think ! should have laughed till I
burst my buttons If I had not perceived
that he was very much in earnest. I
just said simply. in . sympathetic tone.
resuming the vocabulary Of ny boy
hood: That 10 tough"
''Isn't IT." said he. Now I'M tell
you the rest Of It Seeing that all our
people were 20 rich and grand, some
time ago. you know-say . few hum
dred years-father's . clerk In q store
now and mother dress-makes-she has
to-we are not very we'll off, haven't
been common enough 10 70 to school
with the other boya I've had TO have
lessons with . Miss Madison. She il
IN old maid. and she teaches . few
girls. and me. because We are very tony
children"
He snuggled up to me little more
confdentially. II was the only boy in
that school Wouldn't yos b lone
some? And both mother and father
have just worked their heads OF to
dress me mp 20 could 60 to that girl
baby school You can see, sir. your
self, II I'm not straight descendant Of
tho Devereaux! Just look 1t this!'
He pulled the front Of his Jacket
open. and within could eco . delicats
silk shirt on which was embroidered
N elaborate monogram. THERE" he
exclaimed. do you suppose any decent
boy would play with such fool rugged
fellow - that7 II I stripped OF my
jacket I'd get laughed 1t till I'd never
play again. This mean old shirt has
kept me ont Of more fun than little.
And that's the way with every single
thing. can't battle, for fear the heir
Of some old stufy ancestor that's been
just like John Browns body. molder-
ing in the ground for years, will get
drowned with Tommy Striker in the
same duck-hole! And can't row and
hsh. because all the boys will 70 too
And our folks amt rich enough to have
me ride In carriage and really 60 with
other heirs 10 old grand and rich peo-
pie. 20 I'm just cut out OF every bit Of
fun in this world, and the boys laugh
ct me and the girls pity me. and am
miserable-so lonesome I don't know
what to do"
But you had been standing this
sort Of thing good whils-what made
you start up and run away?"
Little Lord Fauntleroy." he an
swered. with perfect scorn.
''What?" I ejaculated. in amaze
meut
YEA little Lord Fsuntleroy and my
curlA Here they are!" and he pulled .
roll Of paper out Of his trousers pocket
from which he drew . dozen or fifteen
beautiful long brown curlA They were
evidently cut OF with . pair Of dull
scissor
II cut EN- OF the night ran away"
b went on. half triumphantly. half
ruefully. Thing Of curls on boy over
thirteen"
''But you were small for your age"
said I. soothingly.
''Yes. that was some comfort! But
III tell You. Mother never would let
me cut EN- Of. I leased and teased a
soon - I was ten, to 20 to the barber
and be shingled like other boys, but
she never would I had . birthday
about two weeks ago. and mother
bought me present She don't often
have time 70 read books. but this one
was about IN earl's grandson, called
Little Lord Fauntleroy. and . soon -
she looked ct the pictures she wanted
to read IL Then what must she do but
get me up . suit just like this! She Is
. dress-malEer, you know, and she
can make almost anything abe Ikea
She did't try Il On to me, for ] guess
she knew l wouldn't like it. but last
Sunday she made me put II on and took |
me to church. believe I never was
SO mad. cried hate to cry, but J
was % mad couldn't helpit Hooked
exactly like the earl's grandson. and I |
suppose mother was proud; but look
here, cir! expect to be IN ancestor my
self one OF these days. and don't want
to be duke ancestor or IN earl ances-
tor! I want 70 Be- IN American ances-
tor and make my own money and Be |
like other men! I'm IN American boy.
and amt going TO wear velvet suits and
long curls!"
His oratory was punctuated with |
tears and hushes of anger. and his |
rough cropped head bodied with vehe- |
mence. I confess I sympathize with |
him with al my heart
go on" said I, tell the rest"
I'm church it wasn't quite 50 bad. but |
in Sunday-school oil the whole school |
laughed. The boys In my class were |
Just tickled to death. They knew they |
had it on me good. and Monday they |
could call me anything they pleased.
But l was bound they shouldn't All
tine afternoon sat and thought it over. |
and determined to run away and |
earn my own living. and cut OF my
curls and never 60 back till could |
show 'em could get rich and grand |
myself, just being my own SELF. and no |
body's great-great-grand SON 1T Ill"
"Was that last Sunday?" said I.
"Yes. and I've walked and walked ! |
rode in the cars . great ways. until l
thought I had gone far enough. II
wore my old clothes and I cut Of my |
hair before I got on the train I guess |
nobody can find me now"
what do you mean to do to earn |
your living?" said l.
'Oh. work in . farmhouse, guess.
1t first I've asked along. quite often.
If they wouldn't like chOre Toy. but
nobody seemed to-"
"And il you don't get . chance?"
little anxiously.
THAT was what was crying about"
he said, his face looking very blue in
deed.
Don't You suppose your father
and mother are distracted by this
timer"
'Uh! no. wrote and told 'em was
sick and tired Of being q Rirl-boby boy