The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1895-07-27

that she was "very hard, indeed" on
him.
Inside the house he followed her
from pantry to kitchen, and even
down cellar, teasing, pleading, and at
last he contrived to shed few tears.
After a time she yielded. "Well,
my son, yes, upon two conditions.
You must agree to repay me for the
sugar, ice and lemons, and you must
agree to continue the business for the
whole day, stopping only for dinner.
whether you find it pleasant or not"
Now, you must know that Bob had
bad habit of taking up thing with
great eagerness, and throwing it aside
shortly as being mot much good af-
ter ALL"
His mother had often reminded
him of the Bible words, unstable as
water, thou shalt not excel" but he
could not realize that a thing must
sometimes be done whether ''it is fun
or not"
Now he cried Indignantly, Cali day!
Indeed l will, mother! Why, ex-
pect to keep at it all summer. Why,
I'll make money enough to buy my
books and clothes all next winter.
Let's see; Jimmy Corners made
two dollars a day, that's twelve
dollars week. There are ten more
weeks of vacation-one hundred and
twenty dollars. My, but that's pile
of money!"
His mother sighed. II think, Bob,
you'd best leave off calculating and
make your lemonade. Here is the
recipe, plainly written, and you may
take the large crock, some glasses,
and whatever else you think you may
need"
Bob worked rapidly, and was soon
moving his wares to the corner. He
made two expeditions, and upon his
return from the first, breathlessly in
formed his mother that customers
were just swarming up on the ave-
nue." His exaggerated vision count
ed as swarm" two customers at
Henry's counter, a newsboy and
dirty, barefooted little girl, who had
found cent in the gutter and was
taking her first opportunity to spend
it. In due time he was snugly en-
sconsed under the friendly awning of
the butter and egg store. The corner
of the broad doorway served for
seat, board across two boxes sup
ported the crock of lemonade, over
which was thrown a spotless towel.
Everything was ready for customers.
A group of girls crossed the street.
"Lemonadel A cent a glass Ice
cold and sweet"
Bob grew very red at the sound of
his own voice, and fastened to look
unconcernedly in another direction.
The girls stopped. For some rea-
son they seemed convulsed with
laughter. "Let's try some, Mamie;
I'll pay for us ALL" When it became
apparent that there were only two
glasses, the girls giggled again, SO
that the two who were served first
could scarcely swallow. Bob looked
at them fiercely.
He washed the glasses awkwardly
enough, the whole party finding
something very funny connected with
the entire transaction. At last they
were gone and Bob resolved that no
more girls could be served at his es-
Enlistment. He was too angry to ex-
anime the four pennies that jingled
in the empty cigar box that served as
a cash drawer.
1t was now almost noon, and the
streets grew hotter every moment.
The sun was almost overhead, and
the awnings shade was contracted to
its narrowest limit.
The sidewalks fairly danced and
quivered in the sunlight. A smell of
dinner pervaded the air: A faint but
exasperating pain which the thought
of dinner seemed to aggravate, was
tugging at him somewhere inside.
The lemonade crock was growing
positively hateful looking, and the
four pennies were little short of hide
Gus. He examined them and decided
they were likely counterfeit anyway,
and one of them was plugged
What tiresome business! What
a goose he was to do thing because
another boy did it. Would twelve
o'clock never come?
Across the street Henry's sister was
bringing his luncheon. There were
a basket and a plate covered with a
white cloth. She had white apron,
too, as if she meant to stay.