Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-10-27
GOOD-NATURED ROBERT.
He Had Pleasant Disposition, But Wa
So Very Curcless,

ftt tfhN ~ btNpuSitious but NuN
So Very Careless.
A writer in PaIsy gives picture we
fear of many children who while they
have love for their parents do not take
pains to show it in the proper way.
Grandmother was settled for the
night. The day had been long to her,
and full of WEAKNESS. She had had TO
work beyond her strength, for there
was only her one pair of hands to keep
the house in order and prepare the
meals for her son, Joseph, and her
grandson, Robert. Very willing hands
they were. Nearly seventy years
they had been at it, but of
course they were not so strong as
they used to be, and grandmother
spent some sorrowful hours, occa-
sionally, wondering who would do for
Joseph and Robert when she was gone.
On this particular day her head had
ached, and she felt that she taken cold.
'Tll go to bed early" she said, "and
see if ! can't get good nights rest and
sleep it off. | shall have to be up
early tomorrow morning, anyhow"
So not long after S o'clock her light
was out, and she was carefully night
capped and ready for her first nap.
Just as she was doing off to sleep
the sitting-room door opened and closed
with bang, and Robert, whistling to
the full extent of his lungs, came up
stairs three steps at a time, and
bounced into his grandmother's room.
"Why, grandmother" he said, in sur
prise; lit isn't nine o'clock yet"
Il know it, dear, but my head aches
1t has ached all day. thought | would
slip away to bed real early, and see if |
could not get long rest. ! have to be
up early in the morning on account of
your father going on the first train.
Did you want anything?"
"Yes'm; | want a ball of Irvine and a
needle the worst kind
won't it do in the morning, dearie?
I'll fix it for you then"
"This is something out of your line,
grandmother. 1t is an April fool we
are fixing for a fellow, and I've got to
get it ready tonight"
"Well, you'll find ball of Irvine in
my work basket under the bureau, and
needle-case in the bottom of the same
basket; don't mix things up Robert"
Nom" said Robert, making a-dash
for the basket and overlapping it,
whereupon balls and spools /,and but
tons rolled under the bureau, under the
bed, under any spot they could find to
disappear Grandmother raised her
self on one elbow and groaned, and
Robert whistled
'Tm an unlucliy chap" he said, land
that's fact Don't you worry, grand
mother, I'll pick them up all right.
Grandmother turned her back on them
all and shaded her eyes with her hand.
The sudden start had set her head to
throbbing ''Be as quick as you can,
Robert; my head aches and the light
hurts my eyes.
"All right" said Robert, and he be.
gan another CHEEKY whistle, selecting a
great needle meantime and trying to
tread it with the Irvine.
Robert, don't whistle, there's dear
it hurts my head"
"All right said Robert again, and
was still for five seconds; after that he
forgot and whistled. Threading tho
needle proved to be long job Their
the twinc failed to go through the
| shoe-leather as he wanted it to, and he
dived into the basket for the tangled W
scissors, muttered at them little in {
good-natured way for being in such {
snarl, and finally cut apart what h,
had done and commenced again. Thii
time he whistled cheerily with every
stitch.
"There!" he said after what seemed
half hour to his grandmother, :"
1 don't believe you could have sewed j
better yourself. We've got the cutes
idea for tomorrow, Grandma; dom
you want to hear about it?'
"Not tonight Rob, dear; and can
| You hurry and make the room dark
that is a good boy. My head ache
| harder every minute"
"All right" said Robert, I'll be gon'
now in a jiffy. All / want is litti
tape and spool or two of thread, ant
O, Grandmother! couldn't you lend m
one of your caps? A lace one with pur
pie ribbon in it, or something of tina
kind. can find what / want in you
drawer"
For PHYS sake!" said grandmother
rising on her elbow in dismay, "wha
do you want of one of my caps? Don
open that box! There, now, you hav
ruined my best cap, with your grea
clumsy hands. Robert Jenkins, | d
think you are too bad shut tina
drawer and go out of my room thi
minute"
"Why, grandmother said Robert i
an injured tone, 81 won't hurt you
cap; that's nothing but little she
backing on my fingers, and shoe black
ing washes off real easy. | can wet
rag and rub it off of the-cap as well a
not"
Don't you touch it again"
"Well, then, | won't" in a goo,
natured tone; but, grandma, / real
must have some tape, Where will
find it9'