Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1897-10-23

cent mad disappeared.
First Voice-Shl shl What's the
| trouble?
Second Voice = My-cent - all
gone!
First Voice-Your what?
Third Voice (by the sound feminine,
by the words, maternaD lost his
copper cent in the bedclothes-mam-
mas darling!
The small bunch of melancholy re-
peats another Hawaiian name-this
time it is that of some island-and joins
his progenitor in delving into the bed
linen in search of the faraway Klondike
where treasure nest!es. At length the
money is found.
The head of the house is impressed
by an idea.
"Now, you'll lose it again if you try
to hold it in your hand. Let me pin it
in fold of your nightie. There! Isn't
that fine? You can't lose your money
now" He had formed very bunchy
wen upon the front of the garment,
the core thereof being the copper.
"Go on with your prayers now.
Grandma, and"
Papa. did you fix my money so
can't lose ito"
"Yes, you needn't be afraid any
more"
You good boy, papa! Let me kiss
you"
The little arms are extended after the
manner of letter V, and at the sight
of the honest admiration which beams
out of the bright and very wideawake
eyes the parent in his heart forgives
this little interruption of the holy func-
ton. His boy will be too big even to
want to kiss him some time. and it is
best to accept the sweet fruit of child
love while one may. But austerity fol-
lows affection, and order proclaims it.
self.
Now papa's boy mustn'tdo anything
ut all but say his prayers and go to
sleep. Go ahead at grandma"
"* And grandmamma d
Auntic Ruth and Aunty Ruth
bought me Il shicken."
"'And Auntie Alice.'"
"Auntie Ruth bought me a shicken.
Shicken with cany in it,
Third Voice (the voice of wisdom from
the outer room)-If were you Id no.
tice his chicken, or you'll never get
past it. That's the way managed
Rosie, and she's asleep now.
Notice it? How-oh, yes; so Auntie
Ruth bought you chicken full of
candy, my, that was nice. Did you give
Sister Rosie some of it?"
"E-ess."
There is something drawn out and
protracted and sleepy about the re-
sponse, and the man at the bed looks
closely.
Hes about gone. Dear, little old
chap! Well, I'll rush it through and
not keep him awake too long. I'll bunch
it. Sweetheart, say God bless every
body
The sweetheart reviveS with an alac-
rity evidently born of the belief that
emancipation is to be cheaply pur-
! chased.
Cav bless ev'body. Watch me turn
summerset."
why, you little possum! No, sir.
No somersaults till you have finished.
You must say: And make Rosie good
girl and Ted good boy before there
are any somersaults."
Silence. One foot kicks upward over
the edge of the covering, where it is
discovered like a new country. and a
joyous ''land-ho" of delight is uttered.
"Locl at my foot, papa"
Nov, sir, l. insist that you finish
yourprayers. This has gone far enough.
The frog will come, and so will the big
dog. And BESIDES" as heaping up of
sorrows, God doesn't like little boys
who turn somersaults in the middle of
their prayers. No, sir. Not the least
bit. So" with amazing severity, con-
sidering the size of the adversary on
whom he was picking" Make Rosie
good girl and Ted good boy"
I'm too tard."
"Too tired! Oh" in an excess of
grief and sorrow, addressing the brass
ball at the head of the bedstead, "was
there ever such n sinful little boy
Breaking his poor old papa's heart by
his wickedness! Won't say his prayers!
Poor, poor old papa, who loves him so
| much"
Second Voice (from far, far. far away
-"And make papa good girl an'-an'
AM Rosie bless-ev'body-- an'-n-
n"
Silence!
The self-described one of the broker,
heart bends over and notes the sealed
eyes, the little face nesting into the
depths of the pillow and the tranquil,
regular breathing.
"Amen!" he says, very gently.--Chi-
cago Record.
Diamonds Recut.
/ The woman who hesitates is won.