The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1893-11-10
PECK'S BAD boy.
By GEORGE ". PECK
DOWNRIGHT lGA By American Press AssociA'
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CHAPTER XVII.
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CHAPTER XVII.
HIS PA JOKES HIM.
What on earth is that You have got
on your upper lip:' said the grocery man
to the bad boy as he came in and began
10 peel q rutabaga, and his upper Lip
hung down over his teeth and was COW
cred with something that looked ike
shoemaker's wax. You look as though
you had been digging potatoes with your
nose"
.'Oh, that is some Of Pas darn smart
ness. asked him il he knew anything
that would make a boys mustache grow,
and he told me the best thing he yer tried
was tar. and for me to rub it on thick
when / went to bed and wash it of in
the morning. Iput itLn last night, and
by gosh ! can't wash it of. Pa told me
all / had to do was to use a securing
brick, and it would come of, and used
the securing brick, and it took the skin
off, and the tar Is there yet. And, say,
does my lip look very bady'
The grocery mar told him it was the
worst looking lip he ever saw, but he
could cure it by rubbing a little cayenne
pepper in the tar. He said the tar would
neutralize the pepper, and the pepper
would loosen the tar and act as a cool
ing lotion to the lacerated lip. The boy
went TO a can Of pepper behind the
counter and stuck his finger In and
rubbed a lot Of it on his lip, and then
his hair began to rise, and he began to
cry and rushed to the water pail and rrn
his face into the water TO wash of the
pepper. The grocery mar laughed, and
when the boy had got the pepper washed
off and had resumed his rutabaga hs
said:
That seals your fate. No man evel
trifes with the feelings of the bold buc'
cancer Of the Spanish main without liv
ing to rue it. will lay for you, OLE
man, and don't you forgetit. Pa though
he was smart when he got NE to PIT tai
on my lip to bring my mustache out
and today he lays on a bed OF pain. and
tomorrow your turn will come. Yor
will regret that you did not get down OF
your knees and beg my pardon. Yor
will be sorry that you did not prescrib'
cold cream for my bruised lip insteat
Of kyan pepper. Beware, you base !:
ounces to the pound huckster, you GIN
let eyed seller Of dog sausage, you sandes
sugar idiot, you small potato three care
monte sleight Of hand rotten egg fend
you villain that sells smoked sturgeon
and dogfsh for smoked halibut! Th'
avenger is on your track"
Look here, young man, don't yor
threaten me, or / will take you by thu
ear and walk you through green field
and beside still waters to the front doc
and kick your pistol pocket clear arouns
so you can wear it for . watch pocket il
your vest. No boy can frighten me, b,
crimus. But, tell me, how did you &c
even with your Pay'
well, give me a glass Of cider ant
we will be friends. and l will tell You
Thanks! Gosh, but that cider is mad
out Of moldy dried apples and sewe'
water and he took q handful Of layeI
raisins of the top Of a box to take tn
taste out Of his mouth, and while tn
grocer charged a peck Of rutabagas.
gallon Of cider and two pounds Of raj
sins to the boys Pa the boy proceeded
lyon see, Pa likes q joke the best o
anybody you ever saw il It IL on some
body else, but he kicks like a steer whel
il is on him. I asked him this mornin,
If it wouldn't be good joke to put som
soft soap on the front step SO the lette
carrier would slip and spill himself, AM
Pa said it would be elegant. The lette
carrier is as old q man as Pa, and Ididn'
want to humiliate him, but l just want
ed Pa Z" give his consent so he couldn'
kick il he got caught in his wi trap
You see? Well, this morning the minis
ter and two Of the deacons called on p
to have a talk with him about his action
in church on two or three occasions
when he pulled out the pack Of card
with his handkerchief and played tn
music box, ard they had a pretty he
time in the back parlor, and finally the
settled it and were going to sing a hymn
when Pa handed them a little hymn
book, and the minister opened 1t an
turned pale and said, What's thisy an
they looked at 1t, and it was n book q
Hoyle's games instead Of a hymnbook.