The Jersey City news., 1892-01-12
HB COULDN'T TELL A LIE.
Master Tommy Realizes that
the Best Policy Isn't
Always the Hap
piest One.
ITS AWFUL CONSTITUENCIES.
A Good Word Tor the Spendthrift-
Left over Girls-lntereSting
Reading for Women.

Nv mother used TO bid me always
tell the truth, darling" My father
Whatever happens. tell the truth, my
boy.' And my nurse used to say, AL
ways tell the truth, Master Tommy, or
the Boge Man will have you'll"
faithfully did as l was told. with the
result that I was miserable chila,
more miserable youth and am now most
miserable man.
Cook had a soldier to tea one evening,
and happened to see him. Said cook,
Master Tommy, if your ma asks you II
there's any one in the kitchen say there's
only nurse an me-" The nurse told me
the same, kissed me and gave me piece
of cake.
mechanically took the cake. but my
little mind was troubled and puzzled.
| went up stairs. ponderlng deeply
The first thing my moaher said to me
was:--
els there man in the kitchen, darling?
fancy | heard a mau's voice"
My truthful nature at once asserted IT,
self. ts
..Yes. ma. there's a man dressed in
red coat, with hat on one ear, and I'm
NOT going to eat this cake" said, hing-
ing it down on the table. And L WISH
you'd wash my face, me, cause nurse
gave me two naughty kisses there"
My mother called me good boy, sald
was quite right not to eat the cake, and
gave il to the dog. Both the nurse ana
cook slapped and pinched me the next
time they got hold of me-.
Ever after was hated by the servants;
they called me Spy" and Lying little
imp"
Not only was / incapable of telling
lie hut conldn'u bear to hear other peo-
Pile do so.
One day heard my mother say, Il do
hope that horrid Mrs. Jones won't come
today!'
A6ont half an hour afterward Mrs.
"Oh, l am so glad to see you, my dear,
Mrs. Jones. l was hoping you'd come
| my mother exclaimed effusiveiy.
Ma" l said gravely. 'if you tell lies
the Bogie Man will have you. Nurse says
| So"
Mrs. Jones looked very peculiar, and
| my mother took me out OF the room ana
| there and then administered SOUND
| whipping.
| Tnere was rich old maiden lady who
| had taken great fancy to me. and IT was
an omen secret that she Was going TO
| leave me her wealth. Somehow or other
| | couldn't bear this OLD lady. she was so
| ugly and sour tempered. 10 my great
| horror she would always make me SIT
| on her lap and put my arms around hef
| neck.
"Do you love me, my own little Tom
! my?n she asked me one day, drawing my
| cheek TO hers.
mo, don't" l answered with shud-
! der.
"What!" she shrieked. why not, you
| naughty boy?"
"Ma IN ast lell yop'" l asked plaintively-
| gsRecailse you're so ugly and crossv'
| She put me dowh without saying a
! word to me. but she afterward told my
| parents that1 ought TO be put IN re-
| forniatory or would come to the gal
| lows, and that not penny OF ner money
! s4oald have.
My father was furious. He thrashed
me and said was growing up perfect
| fool, and my mother called me "nui-
sance" and gave me powder.
was hated at school on account OF
| my truthfuness, which earned for me the
| unenviable sobriquet of "Sneaky."
| And now | have reached mans estate
am stunned by nearly all my fellow crea-
lures, simply because l will persist in
! telling the truth. which, OF course, is not
always pleasant TO hear. But 1t IS not
my fault / am sure have tried hard to
be liar, but l cannot. Often and often
| have I whispered to myself. Now, DE u
! man. and tell a lie!' but the lie never got
| farther than my throat. where IL stuck
| and threatened to choke me, only truth
! (Which is mighty, you know came to the
| rescu and, SO to speak, Knocked that lie
into the middle of next week.-Cor. Lon
! don Tit Bits.
Justin McCarthy's Tribute TO Women.
| Justin Mccarthy. NJ. P, writing of
| women in English politics, says
"Woman is coming forward. because she
has something to say which she feels
| ought to be said This is the strictly
! legitimate influence of woman. 1t is the
| intelligence of woman coming to the help
of the intelligence OF man. am utterly