Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1897-09-30
JUST A FRdMENTI
TOR FROM AN EVENING.

T. into a fold of your nightie. Thersl
Isn't that fine? You can't lose your
money now" He had formed very
bunchy wen upon the front of the gar
ment, the core thereof being the cop
per-
go on with your prayers now.
Papa, did you fix my money so
can't lose it,"
Eyes, 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 slght
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 molly
function. His boy will be too big even
to want to kiss him some time, ana
it is best to accept the sweet fruit OF
child love while one may. But aus
terity follows affection, and order pro-
claims itself.
sNow papa's boy mustn't do amy
thing at all but say his prayers and go
| to sleep. Go ahead at grandma. .
"* And grandmamma and
| Anltie Ruth and s. Auntie Ruth
| bought me a shlcken.
"'And Auntie Alice"
"Auntie Ruth bought me shicken.
Shicken with candy in it.
Third Voice (the voice of wisdom
| from the outer room)-'1f l were you
! I'd notice his chicken, or you'll never
/ get past it. That's the way l man
/ aged Rosie, and she's asleep now
! ''Notice it? How-oh, yes So Aunt1e
Ruth bought you a chicken full OF can
dy. My, that was nice! Did you give
Sister Rosie some Of it,"
cess"
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
everybody"
/ 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 possom! No, sir.
No somersault till you have finished.
You must say and make Rosie a 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
Look at my foot, papa
! Nov, sir, l insist that you finish
| your prayers. This has gone fa1
enough. The frog will come, and sc
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. So" with amaz-
ing severity, considering the size of the
adversary en- whom he was picking, >
Make Rosie a good girl and Ted a
| good boy.'
I'ra TOO tard.''
100 tiredi oh" in an excess nj
-ur.-usA-<.~>ssoss1veau, was
there ever such a sinful little boy
Breaking his poor old papa's heart by
his wickedness! Won't say his pray.
ers! Poor, poor old papa, who loves
him SO MUCH
Second Voice (from far, far, fa1
away)-"And make papa good girl an
AN an Rosie bless ev'body-an'-
nm"
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.
"Amenl" he save vorxr ,ort1-