The record-union., 1897-02-07

so do l, said Mr.. Williams, and he
said it fervently
Women had better stay at home and
take care of their children. instead of
traipsing around to political speeches"
This last observation was mental
Papa, tell me tory said Tommy
through his tears
Mr. Williams cast a longing look at
his book. ''All right. What story do
you want?"
Bout Old Boss and the little
Calfie."
Boss and the Calfe it is, then, for
the millionth time" and Mr. Williams
told the story with amazing rapidity
and vigor.
Now tell me bout two little girls an
the bees
Il don't know that story
Yes you do, papa. Mamma knows
it,"
Well, then, once two little girls went
out in the yard and they
No; they were in the garden"
We'll. they We're in the garden and
some been came flying along
No they didn't" shrieked Tommy,
that amt the wight tory
Well, Thomas, you'll just wait till
story. I'm done with it," and Mr. Will
Jams put Tommy down and rose and
walked to the window. He hoped Gen
eral b. might be very hoarse to-day or
that storm might come up, or some
thing to cut that speech. He heard a
sob. and turning saw a fair little curly
head bowed disconsolately upon a chair.
He went to the distressed little figure
and STOPPING down put a very loving
arm about it. Don't cry little boysie,"
he said with infinite tenderness in his
voice. Come and sit on papa's lap and
he will sing 'Dandemina.' -
Tommy's woe was instantly healed.
He raised his head and laughed aloud
through his tears.
Mamma amt here, an she can't
say: Don't sing that silly thing can
she. papa?"
No, mamma won't hear us this time"
SO seating Tommy on his knee and
keeping time with boisterous stamps,
Mr.. Williams sang:
"Dandemina clumb a tree
And took stick to boost her:
And there she sat a-throWing corn
AT an old bob-tailed rooster"
Tommy was in high glee and had his
father sing the song-which so far as
Mr. Williams knew consisted of the
one verse-several times
Now sing bout the old blind horse
fell in the well again, while mammals
gone too"
His father sang:
SII f,ir
Fell in the we'll again,
Fell in the we'll again:
The old blind horse he fell in the well
Down in Alabam"
But songs of this kind will, by and
by. pail upon the most tender hearted
parent in the world, and at the end of
twenty minutes Mr.. Williams told Tom
my that he was. sung out"
Sing one more" pleaded the little
boy, Sing bout which way to go"
Il don't know that
Yes. don't you know? It's bout the
little tar
The little star? Well. let me see.
No. l don't know that song"
Yes, it's bout which way to go. Sing
1t papa. Mamma sings it,
well. don't know which to do. l
really don't. | wish l did know, but l
always miss the way with everything I
start for you" Poor Tommy. and poor
papa! If only mamma had been there
ito start softly, Twinkle, Twinkle, Lit
tie Star" how the miSts would have
cleared away!
Tommy leaned back on his fathers
arm and wept for a minute or two and
then they closed and did not open. His
father watched him for a little while.
then rose and walked very gently to
the couch and laid him down.
1T must be time for Gertrude to
come" he thought, going to the win
dow. Yes, there she came, walking
swiftly up the street. Mr.. Williams
watched her for a moment. "If 1 could
find diadem for, sale in all this great
republic" he said, Il would buy it and
place it myself upon the little mothers
brow" Then he went over to his book.
''Petruchio, I'll begin at the beginning,
and read you again some day, but. old
year-old, methinks you wouldn't have
come out with flying colors."
He closed the book and put it back
upon the shelf and then walked to the
couch and looked down upon the little
boy. But he's the dearest conqueror
as he bent down and kissed the fore
head of the little sleeper.-Cleveland
Leader.