The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1893-05-10

and he was five years old on his last
birthday.
1t was the naughty Charley that
awoke first that morning, and before
he was fairly dressed he began to whine
and tease.
Jimmy Niles has treeboggan, papa
Can't | have treeboggan? Saym
why, what could little boy like
you do with toboggan, Charley?" an
swered papa. Besides, didn't Santa
Claus bring You nice, new sled?"
Il waht treeboggan, papa" repeat
ed Charley, rubbing tear out of each
blue eye. Please, papa; cause I'm
most a big boy"
NO, no, my son, can't buy you any
thing of the sort, said his papa, open
ing the chamber door; but when
come home to dinner, if | find my good
little Charley here, and if mamma
thinks it is best, I'll take him to slide
on a great toboggan in the park"
"Oh, will you, papa? Oh, thank you
ever so much." cried good little Char
ley, who must have been all the time at
naughty little Charley's elbow. And
good little Charley and papa walked
down to breakfast hand in hand.
When mamma heard their plan she
smiled, and said that if Charley's cold
was no worse by afternoon, he certain
ly might go to the park. Then she
brought him his medicine.
Now this medicine was a cough cor
dial, spicy and sweet, which the little
boy liked very much; and no s,oner
had he swallowed one teaspoonful of it
than he begged for a second But
mamma put the vial in the cupboard,
saying that for the present Charley had
taken quite enough.
"Oh, dear. | think my mammals sci.
fish. My mamma wants me to be not
any better" unused the old naughty lit
tie Charley, bouncing back again into
good little Charleys place. "Oh, when
I'm big man, like papa, I'll drink up
every bit of mederson there is in this
house,
He tried hard to cough, but nobody
seemed to notice; so he sullenly ate his
breakfast with a longing look now ana
then at the red vial on the lower shelf
The more he looked at it, the more he
wanted it; and by and by, when he wa.
left alone in the dining-room, he slipped
down from the table and crept TOWARD
the cupboard.
my throat tickles. Wish l could
have some of that sweet, pretty meder
son." thought he. "What s'pose makes
mamma allus say no. S'pose / can reacl
that cunning little bottle?"
Alas and alas. this was the naught,
little Charley! He listened. Nobody wa
coming. Next he climbed into baby
high chair, and laid his hand on tn,
vial Then he listened again; and afte,
that he pulled out the cork quickly
and took a taste of the sirup. "Oh, it
so good; and I've got such a cough,
said he, taking a second taste. "S'pec
like to cough, cough, forever n ever?
And he slipped third time.
Hank! that was mammals step in tn,
hall. The little meddler thrust the via
back on the shelf, and skipped to hi
old seat in twinkling. He though
his mamma never would know he haC
been naughty.
Poor, foolish little fellow! Mamm;
did know that very morning, and pap;
knew, and the doctor knew, for tn,
medicine made Charley -ery, very ILL.,
He had no toboggan slides that year
Long before he could raise his curl,
head from the pillow, the freezing
weather was past, and there was moth
ing to coast upon, not even an icicle.
''Oh papa. and | wanted to slide 81
bad" cried he, resting his pale littl
cheek against his fathers shoulder, al
they took their first drive through tn
green park. II know, Charley, bu
you must wait now till next winter,
said papa, sorrowfully. Isn't it sal
that the naughty little Charley should
have robbed my good little Charley o
a lovely time, besides making him i'll?
Il hate naughty Charley" said tn
little boy, scowling. IF naughty Char
ley comes again I'll drive him away
Penn Shirley, in Our Little Ones.