The Cairo bulletin., 1909-02-27
BACH Flor
AN y E ABLY
What Happened When He Was
Left i'm Charge.

position and bald head. MY state ol
single blesseduess and my badness
are my misfortune, not my faults.
Various girls are to blame for the
first. and unremitting application TO
novel reading in bed may have some
thing to do with the latter,
Like the traditional sptnster, bach
olor ID authority on the rearing OF chill
dren, and | have often expressed my
views on the subject at some length TO
a sister of mine who is married and
has a small daughter aged five. 1t 50
happened that have seen little OF the
child, as my hours for calling on my
sister are late, and when | arrive
Grace; the little girl. is usually in bed.
But the other day my theories on the
training Of children received a severe
shock, My sister said to me- John,
Robert and | have an invitation to
visit a friend OF mine for the week
end. She lives out of town and if we
80 We don't want to take Grace with
us. Now, I've often heard you say
that you'd know how to bring up n
child, ana here's an opportunity. Sup
pose you come over Saturday after.
noon and take charge of Grace until
Sunday evening, when we come
home?"
This invitation | accepted, although
it meant giving up an evening at the
club and dinner engagement on Sun.
day. | went over to my sisters Sat
urday noon, just before she left ready
for business. She said You won't
have anything to do, John. except to
keep an eye on her, and if you feel
like it to amuse her, take her for
walk tomorrow or something of that
sort, Maggie, the nurse, will look afte.
her meals, put her to bed and all that;
so | don't think you'l have any trou
BILE"
Then she turned TO Grace, who had
been standing by her side, gazing at
me with wide-cyed stare common to
children and which TO my disgust
made me feel somewhat uncomfort,
able.
Grace" said my sister, mother Is
going away for Sunday, and Uncle
John Is coming here to stay with you
Now, be a good girl and do what he
tells you"
AS she left the room | turned quick
~ TO tho child
Don't you want to play, Gracle?"
asked.
Yes she responded with enthusi
asm; want to play horsie.'
TO anyone needing strenuous oxcr
else | can recommend "horsc" as play
ed by my niece or rather as played by
her uncle at her direction.
Procuring piece of string some
what the worse for wear, she ap
pcoachcl me and requested me to take
1t In my teeth.
You diets on dc floor" explained
Grace, so down on my hands and
knees went. The aquestrienne sat on
my back, kicked me in the sides and
pulled violently on the string. / crept
painfully about the room, continuallJ
urged on TO greater speed until | final
ly stepped in the hall for rest.
My sister was a careful housekceper
but my hands and the knees of my
trousers showed tho traces of their
contact with ;he carpet As was OK
aiming them Miss Grace said: Want
TO play horsie on de piazza, uncle
3ohn?'
20, no, dear" | expostulatcd. IT'S
cold outside and" | stopped. Tears
were gathering in her eyes and her
lower lip was beginning to tremble.
Very well, wen 80" / assured her
but you must put on your hat and
coat"
assisted hes on with her wraps and
we went ot on the pdaa,aa." It. was
clear cold autumn day, and the sun
IVES shining A beautiful day for
walk. Hut ! was playing h0r5ic Up ard
down on the cold piazza crcpt. my
hands and knees getting sorer every
minute. ! hadn't thought TO put on
pair OF gloves. and after two or three
laps decided they'd be useless.
You is a fat. slow hUrsic.' remark.
ed my rider as ! started on what | de.
termined should be the last lap of The
circuit. Just IS I reached the steps
in front OF the door Grace suddenly
dismounted with cry Of JOY and ran
down the steps ! raised my head and
there on the sidewalk stood the ONLY
Girl, trying TO repress a smile. while
my rival stood by her side grinning
inadvertently.
| was a sight. Ny hands were BLACK
my trousers ruined, my hair was rum.
pied, the string which ! dropped was
tangled up in my collar and I was
dripp.ng with Precipitation, cold as it
W8s.
You look w1-Iu. Mr. Blake" grin.
ned my divinity with c smile.
Having a hot time, John?' grinned
my rival
My sister left me in charge Of
Grace" explained and am engaged
in amusing her. This game is known
as 'horsie It's little bit strenuous.
They smiled and passed on while |
told my niece that il was time to go
in and that we'd play "horsle" again
some other day. When il came time
for her to go to bed the nurse ma.