The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-05-14

Hello" said George: who are your
I'm a boy that loves to be punished
love hard work. 1 love to study. l love to
be sent to bed half hour ahead of time
why, then, you're the fellow I'm looking
for said George impulsively; because
hate all those things. Whatl you take to
live up here and get punished for me and
do all my hard work ?"
'Pl do it for my board and keep"
Bully for you. What's your manner" said
George
Better call me George as long as that's
our name. I'm only two minutes old and 1
hadn't thought of name. But you under
stand that your folks are not to know that
I'm here. Whenever I'm needed you'll hide
and I'll take your place. The rest of the time
I'll stay up here and hide under the bed If
anybody comes into the room. You can
sn1Uggle food UP to me. L won't need much"
Just then George looked out of the window
and saw his father driving home in the OK
cart George groaned aloud.
What's the matter?" asked his double, the
Bubble Boy.
20, I've been bad and papa's going to fog
me-"
"oh let me be fogged instead. You don't
know how 1 long to feel little pain.
think I'd like it IS much as you like pie
few minutes later Farmer Truesdell went
to the foot of the attic stairs and called
"Georgei"
Georges double, with never word. walked
out to the woodshed Mr.. Truesdell took a
nails, and told the boz hold out his hand
Up in the window George was staring wildly
and feverishy breathing.
Phew what a lesounding whacki George
heard it distinctly. He would have cried out
but his double never WINGED. Four cuts of the
rod, and then the double flung his arms
around Mr.. Tresdell's neck and Rugged him.
Thank you, thank you, said he. 1t had
been pleasure to him. "As good as pie"
as he had told George.
Mr.. TrueS0al1 ci1rn 81
this outbuIst, but he loved George dearly
and was overjoyed TO think that the boy
could take this Punishment in SO good a
spirit, so he returned the caress.
Then the Bubble Boy went into the kitchen
and kissed Mrs Truesdell and said: Pm
sorry l was naughty
According to schedule he should now have
gone upstairs to relieve George who was
wondering what was keeping him, but this
Bubble Boy was having too good time to
o-up into the hot little room. He saw cake
and pie and he smeled a good chicken dinner
cooking, and as he had never eaten in his
snort liIe' he determined to stay and have
something.
Mr. Truesdel had gone out to feed the hens
ana the double sat down by the kitchen win
dow ard shifted longingly at some apples
N III have 'napplL,a said he He seemed
to have mastered small boy dialect in a sur
prisingly short space Of time. His mother
shenthought she was his mother-gave him
an apple, and when dinner was served soon
after, he ate three times as much as, George
ever did, and was. so jolly that Mr.. and, Mrs
Ifuesdell didn't know what had come over
their boy.
George after dinner 1 wish you'd harness
up Jack" said the farmer. eve got to. drive
over to the Cages to get book on hens that
ne promised me. I'm going to give you some
mems and let you see what you can make out
OF them with the aid of the book I don't
take much stock in hen books myself
The Bubble Boy smiled but said nothing
He was too busy with his third piece of
pumpkin pie to talk. After he had finished
it he said: Can I ride over with your"
L dunno. Kinder late for you. Well
seem tomorrow's your birthday, I'll let Won .
SO 1t happened that few minutes later
George, who had been weeping in his room
not daring to go down and expose the tric,
he had played upon his father, and vet feel
ing very hungry and contrite heard a sound
of wheels in the yard and looked out of the
window: There he saw the Bubble Boy back
ing Jack into the wagon In few minutes
his father came out of the house and got into
the wagon, and then rode off, his double
driving.
This was too much for the poor bow. IF
there was one thing he liked before another
1t was ride with father and at night of all
things He cast himself upon the bed and
sobbed as lf~his heart would break He rose
from the bed and walked as noiselesslv az
ne could down the attic stairs, but his
mother, who was putting Cynthia to he'd
heard him, and called out in an alarmed
tone, who's there?'
It's me-" said George in weak voice
You back so soon? Why, what's the mat
ter? Has anything happened to your father?
Tel me, child!' '-'0i
Il didn't go with papa" sobbed George
That's why I've been crying"
Why, George, 1 saw you. CO." said his
mother. ~
1t wasn't me; it was a Bubble Boy that
fcated in this afternoon"
At this moment the sound of wheels was
heard in the yard, and George said. 'orbere