The central record. (Lancaster, Ky.) 18??-current, 1911-03-31
Punishment


manned slightly longer than usual ae
the office he shifted the air and de-
tected a number of things. First there
was anger. Then there was fear and
grief, blended. In addition there was
sympathy.
Perkson may perhaps have sus-
pected the presence Of anger from the
manner of Mrs. Perkson's greeting,
and the stern expression OF her face.
The fear and grief may have been de.
duced from the manner of little nine
year-old Carrie, who crept to his side
and fOndled one Of his hands In a
half-frightened and fearful manner
until he swung her up and kissed her.
The sympathy may have shown in the
actions and expression of five-year-old
Josie, who kept close to her older SIS
ter's side and gave her a loving
squeeze at every opportunity. Alto
gether it seemed very sad and dis.
trait household
Perkson tried to chase the baby be,
hind a chair; but it would not chase.
1t just stood and looked at him. He
buried his chin beneath Josie's ear
and mumbled in her neck in the loving
fashion peculiar to parents, and which
never before had failed to throw her
into spasms of laughter, but she took
the mumbling in bored silence. He
grasped Carrie and turning her upside
down, made her kick the curtain pole
above the double door. 1t produced
never a struggle or giggle from Car
RE. He fired bunch of jokes at Mrs.
Perkson and she merely looked at
| him.
Perkson, discouraged. retired to his
den. When the dinner bell rang he
came out and took his place at the Ia
BILE, wearing his sealskin cap, his ear.
muffs, his overcoat, his galoshes, his
mittens and his neckscarf.
Have you got a chilli" asked Mrs.
| Perkson.
That's what I've got" replied Perk.
| son. Il never knew it to be so frosty
before at this time of year" Then
Perkson, having made his point. piled
his winter clothing on a chair and
reseated himself at the table.
Joseph, you have got to give Car
rie good whipping" said Mrs Perk-
son. Il have told her that you would,
and you must"
Perkson jumped up from the table
and went to the basement, returning
presently with a club five feet long
and about three inches in diameter.
"Now," said he, tell me what it f.
about"
"She is so careless that she doesn't
| pay the least attention to what she is
about. l gave her so cents today and
told her to go to the market and get
steak for dinner, and what do you
suppose she did?"
How many guesses may l have?"
Nov, don't be silly; this is seri-
Gus matter"
| "Wen. then, I seriously guess that
she squandered nickel. half dime
the twentieth part of a dollar, for
candy"
mo, she didn't. She laid the half.
dollar down on the sidewalk while she
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then she went along to the market
and when she went back to look for il
it was gone, l never heard of such
carelessness."
THAT was awful"
Are you going to whip herr"
Il am going to break her to pieces!
Grrr!"
Now, don't try to be funny. Chill
dren must be taught to keep their wits
about them. Such carelessness is In
excusable."
II know it. I have got to deal Out
several whippings tonight, though
sort of clean UP the slate, you know.
What are you talking about?"
well, remember that few weeks
ago a grown-up girl went into a de
partment store. and after looking al
some goods, went out leaving a five
dollar handbag containing $40 II
) money lying on the counter. Because
of the clerks honesty. the purse and
its contents were recovered, and the
woman has never had a whipping fol
that"
well, that"
Another time, not so very lonl
ago, grown-up girl called at {
friends house and-see how similar
this is to the tale of the half-dollar-
her shoe coming united just as sh,
was starting for home, she put hel
purse on the steps while she tied hel
shoe. Then she went howe, leavin,
her purse behind. Later on she &C
cused her loving husband of havin,
hidden her purse for a joke. Tha
grown-up girl has never been whippe,
for tt
The Perksons sat toying with thei
food for few moments in silence.
We'll" said Perkson, jumping u
his feet. I'll have to get it owe
with
Whip me first, Joseph" said Mrs
Perkson, with tears in her eyes as sh
came out and put her arms abou
his neck Il feel that l have beel
very hard-hearted and thoughtless-
and-and cruel. ought to b
whipped"
mo one ought to be whipped" re
piled Perkson. 81 would not bruis
i one of my babies for all the half-dol
lars that were ever minted, and yo
|, knew / wouldn't or you wouldn't hav
: told me to-"
Il guess you know me better tha
: know myself" said Mrs. Perksor
9 with a little catch in her throat.