Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1906-03-06
ITS ANVIL LONESOME AT OUR HOUSE."

baby Az then we'd laugh and romp
a little al II have the bestest time, and
then my IA would get something good
for break .lst and tex me the incest
stories about other little boys what
did the nicetest things. Now the but
tons bother my Pa so he can't think
any stories, and he has to hurry to
the store SOS to make money 10 buy
bread and bacon for Sonny, so he
says.
I'm Sonny, and there's just Pa and
me at our house now. My Ma was the
nicetest lady and our house was the
nicetest place to live you ever saw
Now she's gone away. They took her
in a great big box and my Pa says
she never can come back again. There's
a woman to our house who comes to
cook and sweep, but 1 don't like her
very much. She don't care for little
boys, and when l ask her things, she
says to me, she does: Now you keep
still and run away. I've got my work
to do and haven't time to talk to
you
MY Ma always had time to talk to
me and she said such funny things we
used to get to laughing, and just laugh
and laugh until we almost broke our
selves. And my Pa would come home
and find us and he'd say, like he was
mad. What's all this foolishness a-goin'
On?' And then he would catch my Ma
around the waist and snuggle her like
she snuggled me, and I'd hang onto
Pas hand and we'd all get to laughing
together. We had awful good times to
our house then. And after we'd had
supper, my Pa would say, Let's sit
down and talk awhile before we wash
the Dishes and my Ma and my Pa
and me would sit down in the open
door if it was summer time, and talk
together and talk and talk
"Those was the bestest times when
nv Ia and my Ma used to talk and
talk till l fell asleep and my Ma would
say. Goodness me, Sonny should have
been in bed an hour ago" and at was
where she'd put me right off-smack
Nov it's turble lonesome. and my
Pa he Just stares away off when l ask
him where my Ma can be, and he acts
like he didn't hear. and both his eyes
Is full of tears when we're alone. ana
he acts like something hurt him awful
And when 1 ask him why she don't
come back. and cry and say want my
Ma. he starts to cry too, till put my
arms around his neck and say. Please
don't cry so hard, is you got a pain?
And then he hugs me back and don't
make a sound. and I say: Poor Pa
is you feeling so awful bad?'
'Onct he told me that my Ma had
gone so far away she never could come
back. but perhaps if we were good we
might go some day to her. And 1 said
Pa. let's go right off; my Ma wants
us both and we're so lonesome. But he
don't seem to hear me and all he says
is ON, Sonny, don't, please don't
II can't feel happy when we're alone
lust Pa and me- There isn't any fur
and we never get to laughing any more
And nights sometimes when | wake
L
bears in the room looking for little
boy to eat, and l get scared and boiler
and sometimes my Pa isn't there, only
the woman at comes to cook and sweeI
and she acts cross cause I'm afrai(
and she won't leave any light to scare
the bears away like my Ma used t.
60. and she don't know funny stories
TO tell to little boys and she never sing
pretty songs like my Ma used to sin,
all around the house till I almos
thought twas birds.
"Sometimes most forget my Nj
has gone and | think she's coming bacl
from somewhere she been at for jus
little while, and pretty soon she'l
come and put supper on the table an
then we'll stand at the door a-watcl
ing for Pa to come, and pretty 500
wen hear his whistle, and my Ma
cheeks will get all pink and warm an