Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1894-03-25

I meet and establish at the corner Of
| Sixtv-ffth street a good handy wailing
place and weeping trough il the sand
| baggers are thus allowed to enter the
/ schoolroom and smite the children TO
/ the esrth.
A pleasant little gathering took place
\ the other day at the house Of and adj
I mlrer of mine who wished me to come
and make his house my home while in
I the city. In an unguarded moment /
\ agreed 90 do so, and in this afternoon
I a reception was rendered me by my
l host, az which some Of the best people
/ from the rouudhouse who could get
away and the bridge foreman and his
| wife we're present.
The pastor came also, and my friend
/ thought it would be a good time while
/ all the friends were there and the pas
/ tor also 90 baptiZe q nice new child of
his. He asked me II l would mind the
reception taxing that turn. and l said
no indeedy. I had often wished that
something could be done 20 make re-
ceptions more popular, and l thought
be had helped to solve the problem. So
the child was brought forward. 1t
looked as though a regular course OF
baptism would do IL good, and ! was
glad 20 know that 10 was going 10 get
moistened up a little in the face and
brow.
But I was saddened when after the
song service which the child introduced,
during which it gathered and ate one
lobe OF the pastors whiSkers, l was
called on by the host to make few re-
marks.
had never spoken iuprOmptu al
baptism, except in North Carolina,
when a Colored man who cooks for me
was about to be drowned, when l told
the pastor if he lost that cook of mine
would garnishes his pay till the claim
was settled.
do not remember now what he said
on this latter occasion, but l know
wat l did say was concealed by the
remarks Of the child, who threw his
feet into the air and showed more
original sin than any child 1 ever saw
baptized.
Then q long, embarrassing lull struck
the company. No one could think Of
anything TO say. In the absence OF
baptismal font the mother had utilized
a large silver plated butter dish, and
while every one was scarcely breathing
and the silence was painful little white
headed child with great solemn eyes
said slowly and softly TO his sister across
the room;
"Wtl you pass the butter, Becky, if
you pleaSe?"
Then the conversation opened uD
again freely, aud we spoke Of the fine
Shedding we had In WatertOwn lately
and how society was getting real gay.
Children are not born with such great
veneratiOn for scared subjects as they
might be, and yet they sometimes sur
prise US with their reasoning.
I have a little son called unjust
Jim Nye, that's all-and one day when
he was only years old I requested him
TO do some slight thing or other, but he
kept on PLAYING had humming a little
song about the "SaJd man" / spoke
20 him again more firmly, for as a gem
eral thing my children regard me more
as a source Of amusement than any
thing else, and as he did not stir l gave
him gentle spank with the dictionary
tt did not hurt him, aud he rather en-
jOyed 10 until he looked az my face and
saw that I was in earnest, and then his
heart broke with e loud report
AT dinner he said nothing aud ate
very little, and when Ii was over and
we were Just about 20 leave the table
be got up 10 his mothers lap and said:
Mamma, / wish that you had mawied
Chwist. lie was fond Of little chiIdrenP
This little episode did not make me
feel so friRhtiully proud of myself, but
I was glad that the child at least re-
garded his mother as a very worthy
woman.