The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-05-09

sse. But keep whistlin' anyhow. Now I ar-ger. To blame a child for its inher- tied in-erd and out-erd streaks is on- humane and bru-taIe. It is down right wicked that we have to put up with our in-erdness and out-erdnesses.
 Why? the boy is no mora to blame for his nat-e-rel in-ards dnstincts) than he is for his nat-e-rel shapes and makes. Now can see my own nat-e-reI in-ard
 ness in Kiah as well as I can see he walks ''Pigein" -toed. just like his dad.
 Lords sake, why its one Of his birth day gifts. How I could hug ''old time Cimon," who when asked what he would like as a monument, replied, Give every school child holy day" For was an ineorrigible truant, why?
 q will give "sour rapple Adams" excuse) because the human organism given me by nature developed the truant ip- stinct stronger than the sense of pro priety in obedience to custom. | smacked of the savage in my love of "wopd'' and wilde and hatred of school. In wet weather "Waldemere" was a little too savage, so I looked around for a dry hooky nooke, which l found in an old, old time green, boat shaped sleigh, double breasted in the bow where the children were packed in like sardines to keep them from rolling out when the sleigh shipped snow drift. Thrible-breasted in the stern like Dutch Galliot," bully for scud- ding with wind astern. Sleighs were
 made for comfort in the old folks day
 and time, and the peach checked girl that the boy picked up" at the cozy farm houses wore frocks that would
 bear sitting on, and kiss me if you dare hoods" that kept their ears warm and snug as bug in a rug. Inside were two Indian tan buffalo pelts made so bitter in the tanning with willow.
 juice that no worms or moth had eaten them for one hundred years. This sleigh that had carried the brides and
 grooms of the family to meetin's, sing
 in schools and full moon frolics (when the sun and moon played hide and seek) for four generations had like those brides and grooms been seques-
 tered when no longer useful of orna-
 mental. It had been slung by ropes to
 the top of the carriage house into which could climb by means of spikes driven into the studding. There I found the charm of solitude that asages have seen in thy sight, freed from the mansion. Text books and scholastic restraint enjoyed by the other fellows with more civilized ''in-
 erds'' who did not play hooky and was
 not kept in. ..
 By loosing a shingle ray of light fell
 upon my nooke, making me truly a boy of mortal bliss .r.'-. One day rummaging in the attic back of some colonial relics found an old
 horsehide-covered trunk full of books
 The first book had printed upon it's
 back, Tine Children of the Abbey; A
 Novel;" 3ss3z :&s,-.. g.. An electric shock went to my very soles. This then was one of those dreadful novels, the reading of which our good mother had told us was such 9 waste. of the precious sands of time"
 Now had talked confidentially with
 may great grandma had made up my mind, Judging from her long ago and my long school weeks that life was a pretty long span and I would chance the wasting. of a little of the top E of my precious heap of sand. Quick as
 a shop-hfter's swipe the book went un-
 der my jacket, for I had the "cu-rus" bump of .ssnaked out of the garden
 Mother Eve well developed. In my Elysium Nooks I tasted the forbidden i fruit and was made wild 10 devour the entire orchard. Then Spencer made the
 summer hours seem brief, or Milton sounded with a loftfer lay; then Cowper charmed with strains of gentle grief or rough old Dryden rolled the hours away. d.. .,-s-- 7, +,
 1 Or with his varied music sweeter still, Will Shakespeare roved the world around at will, and forgot the gloomy day watching by bright Cydnusi wave
 the glittering sheen and silken sails of
 Egypt's wanton queen or roved with 1 Ariel through islands strange peopled l by gods and not by men, and as I wan
 dered through wood and brake and
 hollow, hearing the sweet voice calling l Follow, follow.
 One afternoon far. ."out of humanity's reach" or ken, snugly slowed away ir l the old sleigh, I heard my fathers voice
 at the carriage house door say, "Come right in, Deacon, the old carry-all has
 no ears, tNittle dreaming that the old sleigh above had eyes and ears and tongue to tell and you can tell the whole story without interruption, for am anxious to know truth from the gossip of the town. When seated heard the following: ,~. We'll, says the deacon, you know when the British landed they lon &C., | count of our people bush -whackine them) burned every thing above, the
 ground from Morris Point and Solitary Cove to Dragon Point Ferry. Among
 others the homesteads of your grand
 father and mine, leaving us very poor
 In time my father borrowed money of a friend and rebuilt our home. In pro- cess of time that friend passed on'
 and my father, not being able to lift the l mortgage, was threa tened by the heirs |'swho knew not Joseph" with foreclo- sure.. ----
 ! With the loss of home and means of
 support staring him in the face, no hu- l man succor in sight, often in the silent
 watches of the dreary night he turned with. the Pilgrim faith of his fathers to 1