Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1905-10-14
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"Do you think just a small piece Of
the white meat would hurt him?" 1
asked My Girl, hating to have his feel
ings SO badly injured.
1T the sound Of my voice Little Son
stopped his whimpering, and watched
his mother with round, inquiring eyes,
thinking, Of course, there was a chance
he'd get some.
My Girl gave me one look. "Ted-
dy" said she, very dignifed, kindly
take the lobster into the kitchen"
When she speaks that way I never
argue. Silently removed the bird.
Little Son, seeing his last hope vanish,
Strengthened himself out as stiff as a
poker, and, as the poets say, he made
the welkin ring. I thought he'd split
the ceiling.
My Girl got up with the expression
on her face that means something do
ing. Honestly she had me scared. She
carried Little Son into the bedroom,
put him on the bed, and came out and
shut the door.
"My Grip 1 exclaimed, astonished,
you're not going to leave him there
to cry alone? He might break some
thing"
eyes, am Teddy" she answered.
she must learn to be a good boy"
Her face was as white as a sheet,
her lips were quivering and her hands
trembling. / believe you could have
heard Little Sons shrteks a mile away.
'The neighbors will think we're
beating the child" I said, don't you
think I'd better go in and take him 2?
My Girl was firm. She can be
when she wants to.
"No, Teddy" she returned, "he'n
stop in a moment. He's cross and
tired from the journey home"
Sure enough, before long, Little Son
seemed to be losing his enthusiasm.
His sobs began to get jerky and fewer
and farther between. Then all was
still and we felt the worst was over.
I breathed sigh of relief. 1t seemed
as if we'd had a cyclone.
II hope he won't do it again very
soon," l told Ny Girl Il like him
better when he's good"
That's what I'm trying to teach
him to be-" Ny Girl said.
We waited and listened for a few
moments. It was so still 1 got wor-
ried. Lets take a peek at him." I
proposed.
/ We opened the door softly and there
he was, sound asleep on the bed, look
ing like a, little red-nosed angel. The
tears were scarcely dry on his cheeks,
so My Girl brushed them away with a
touch as light as feather. She fixed
him coZy and comfortable, and then
we stole out again and went back to
our rudely interrupted supper. We
sat gazing at each other across the
table for full moment, not speaking
word, until My Girl, with a long,
gusty sigh said, Teddy, wasn't it
awfulw
ut was something fierce" / an
swered. "Will you have some lob
ster?"
Don't mention it." she returned,
with a shudder.
Later in the evening we had plenty
Of time to get settled and talk things
over. My Girl walked around the
house with a contemplative, satisfied
air, sort Of touching things as If she
loved them.
How does our palatial residence
suit you, Mrs Vanderbilt" l inquired,
after had watched for a little while
without her noticing.
Teddy" she said. standing up
straight in the middle of our parlor
like she was about to deliver an ora
ton, ut doesn't make any difference
where go or what see, never find
place that looks so good to me as this"
Now doesn't that make man feel he
owns the earth and part Of Canada?
We sat out on the veranda all the
evening, full Of that happy home feel
ing, and with the neighbors calling
from across the street and over the
borders, glad you're home," to My
Girl and she smiling back and saying,
Thank you, I'm glad to be here" I'M
til 1t seemed like q village celebration.
II wish I'd thought to have sky
rockets and Roman Candles" l said
to My Girl, regretfully. II know If
you had seat word you were coming
there'd have been a delegation of citi-
zens in plain clothes and carriages to
meet you with brass band at the
station"
At which My Girl glsgled content
eddy and said, funny Teddy"
We had good time that evening.
The fact is we have a good time every
day and evening Once in awhile
there are little breaks and Jars, but
they don't amount to anything, and
we've never had a Jar that did any
damage. I'd like to tell you more
about My Girl and Little Son and
Mickey, but My Girl has requested me
to suspend publication and l always
do what she says, so this is our fare
well anDearance. I'm sorry to drop