Morning journal and courier., 1893-04-15

l SSoAA oA 1A0 buSSCbtlOAs " aos sSOo JUICE
 it dos Haven't struck and struck againi
 tell you, my friends, the boss holds the
 key to the situation. He's bound to keep
 the works going. These capitalists"
 "Spare us discussion of the labor ques-
 tion," said the mirror, languidly. ''1 do
 not belong to the laboring class, I'm proud
 to say, but have my trials. People come | and stare me out of countenanoe. So rudel
 And sometimes when that cross boy
 'Binks,' they call him-eomes and scowls
 at me, 1t seems as If should be crackedl
 My nature is msrcurial, fortunately, or I
 could never shine superior to such depress- ing influences"
 May venture to say few wordsP' said a voice from a distance. 'I don't be- | long to your set, but our troubles seem to | be much the same. We can't do as we | like, but must always do as other people | choose to make as. I'm the kitchen range, and don't think any one of you is quite | so badly treated as am. I'm in 8 state of fiery indignation just now, I can
 tell you. Just when I was so cool | and comfortable someone comes and build roaring fire in me. I've got to go ablel Now take 1t on freezing cold night mercury way down below zero-and If they won't let my fire go entirely out and
 I almost freeze to deathI The selfshness of human beings passes my comprehension. One must always do what they want him to do, no matter about his own convent l snce or his own affairs. For one, I'm
 tired of itl Let us all agree that hereafter
 we will do exactly as we please, live for | ourselves alone"
 Agreed! agrsedl Down with the ty- | rantsl" shouted all the household furni- ture. Hereafter we will try to please no | one but ourselves!"
 "You mean, sel6sh things" cried Binks, and then he became aware of two other voices.
 "Why are your cheeks so red, my dearp' l said one. That was his fathers voice. "Oh," said the other voice, his mothers, ''as you had no dinner, I thought you l needed substantial supper after the long, wearisome day with your sick people. So, | as it's Kstie's afternoon out, Eve been cooking"
 Always thinking of, and working for me, said the fathers voice fondly. "And are you not always thinking of and working for me, and for your patients always spending and being spent in our servicei" said the mothers voice. "And is there anything better in life, asked the father, "than to work for those you love, and to help those who need your helpp'
 Binks sat up on the lounge and looked out of the window. Two jaded, dejected
 looking boys were passing the house, and he whistled. "Hello, Binksiel" was the response.
 "Did you get any bullfrogsi" asked Binks.
 "Naw!" said one, in a disgusted tone. "Didn't see none. And Joe fell into the bog, and I lost my jaokknife." D,,.trn ov,l {~ko My boy has had long nap" said his mother.
 s'No. wasn't asleep," said Binks. "I heard you sleeping" said she, laugh ing, and kissing him. '''Do you want me to go to the postofice for you, papaa"
 "No, thank you, Randolph; not to night" Don't you want me to run on an Aaron for you, msmmaT
 "No, dear, only to run up to your room | and make yourself tidy. Be quick, for supper is nearly ready. Roast beef and baked potatoes to night, with other good things of my making" sAnd we'll all kiss the cook, :" laughed Doctor May.
 Randolph's eyes sparkled. The bill of fare was altogether to his liking. He started for his room, but took few steps out of his way to look in at the kitchen door and say: "I'm glad you had to work, you mean old stove! You've got to, every time nay mother wants you to. And I'm going to, after this. There ain't anything better in life than workin' for people that love you and need you. My father said sop HILARY.