The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1897-11-05

his progenitor in delving into the bed
linen in search of the PARKWAY Klondike
where treasure nestles. 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 nighte. There. Isn't
that fine? You can't lose your money
now" He had formed a 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 il? ?"
"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 al 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't do anything
at all but say his prayers and go to
sleep. Go ahead at grandma"
"* r And grandmamma a n d
Auntie Ruth and AuntyRuth
bought me a shicken."
"'And Auntie Alice"
"Auntie Ruth bought me shicken.
Shicken with cany in it,"
Third Voice (the voice of wisdom from
the outer room)-If l were you I'd no.
tice his chicken, or you'll never get
past it. That's the way l managed
Rosie, and she's asleep now.
Notice it? How-oh, yes; so Auntie
Ruth bought you a chicken full of
candy, my, that was NIGEL Did you give
Sister Rosie some of it?"
''E-ess."
There is something drawn out and
protracted and sleepy about the re-
Spouse, 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
a summerset."
why, you little possum! No. sir.
No somersaults till you have finished.
You must say: And make Rosie good
girl and Ted a 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
joyous "land-ho" of delight is uttered.
Look at my foot, papa"
Nov, sir, ! insist that you finish
your prayers. This has gone far enough.
The frog will come, and so will the big
dog. And BESIDES" as a 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. &c." 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 tiredl Oh" in an excess of
grief and sorrow, addressing the brass
ball at the head of the bedstead, was
there ever such sinful little boyP
Breaking his poor old papa's heart by
his wickedness! Won't say hisprayersl
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-
NJ
Silence!
The self-described one of the broken
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.