Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1915-02-19

myself lived there, handy boy In the
dim old days-you doubtless would
have been informed that Cobody of that
name lived there. Your juvenile In.
formant, however, by way of gratui-
tous intelligence, might have gone
on to state that two families of An
dersons resided there-"Old Do-good"
Anderson, the preacher. and his
brother, John. But had you asked
for TOD" Anderson, or simply TOD
your boy would have known Tod;
your boy, in all likelihood, would have
had especial reasons for remembering
Tod, although his modesty, perhaps,
might not allow him to inform you
how Tod had "waxed it to him more'n
onc't!" But he would have told you,
as ! tell you now, that Tod Anderson
was the preachers boy, and lived at
the parsonage. Tod was a queer boy
Stoddard Anderson was named in
honor of some obscure divine his ia
Their had joined church under when
boy. 1t was a peculiar weakness of
the father to relate the experience
of his early conviction; and as he
never tired of repeating it, by way
of precept and admontion to the way
ward lambkins of his flock. Tod mas
tered its most intricate and sacred
phraseology, together even with the
fathers most religious formulas, to a
degree of perfection that enabled him
to preside at mock meetings in the
hayloft, and offer the baptismal serv-
ice at the "swimmin' hole"
In point of personal or moral re-
semblance, Tod was in nowise Ike his
father. Some said he was the picture
of his mother, they who could remem-
Der her, for she fell asleep when Tod
was three days old, with her mother
arms locked around him so closely
that he cried, and they had to take
him away from her. No-Death had
taken her away from him.
1t needs now no chronicle to tell
how Tod thrived in spite of his great
loss, and how he grew to be big,
fat, two-fisted baby with double chin,
the pride and constant worry of the
dear old grandmother into whose care
he had fallen. 1t requires no space
in history's crowded page to tell how
he could stand up by chair when
eight months old, and crow and laugh
and doddle his little chubby arms
till he quite upset his balance, and.
pulling the chair down with him,
would 'augh, and cry louder than
ever, and kick, and crawl, and sprawl,
and jabber; and never lift whimper
of distress but when being rocked to
to sleep. Let babyhood of usual in
terest be inferred-then add a few
more years, and you will have the
Tod of ten | knew
0 moral, safntlike and consistent
Christian, what is 1t in the souls OF
little children SO antagonistic to your
own sometimes? What is it in their
hayward and impulsive natures that
you cannot brook? And what strange
tincture of rebellious feeling is it that
embitters all the tenderness and love
you pour out so lavishly upon Il cir
stubborn and resentful hearts, Why
is 1t you SO covetously cherish the com.
mand divine. Children, obey your par
ents." and yet find no warm nook
within the breast for that old house
less truth that goes wailing through
the world:
A boys will is the winds will
And the thoughts OF youth are long, long
thoughts?
Tod went to school-the thriftless
Tod!-not wholly thriftless, either:
for, although he had not that apt way
Of Swimming like a swallow down the
placid rills of learning, he did pos,
sess, in some mysterious strength, a
most extraordinary knack of acquiring
Just such information as was not
taught at school, and had no place
within the busy hive of knowledge.
Tod was q failure in arithmetic
Tod couldn't tell twice ten from twice
eternity, Tod knew absolutely moth
ing of either Christopher Columbus
or the glorious country he discovered
expressly for the use of industry and
learning, as the teacher would have
had him implicitly believe. Tod
couldn't tell you anything of John
Smith, even, that very noted captain
who walks cheek by jowl with the
dusky Pocahontas across the illimita
BILE fancy of the ten-year-old school
BOY of our glorious republic. Tod
NEW all about the famous Captain
Kidd, however. In fact, Tod could
sing his history with more lively in
crest and real appreciation than his
elbow schoolmates sang geography
The simple Tod once joined the geo
,raphical chorus with:
I'D a Bible In my hand
As ! sailed. as l sailed
And / sunk her in the sand,
AS | sailed
md Tod-not Captain Kidd-had 8
ringing in his ears as he sang, as he
fang, and an overflow of tears as he
.'ang. And then he ran away from
lchool that afternoon, and sang Cap
tain Kidd, from to lizard, in the
ull hearing of the Industrial Hive,
to the very evident amusement oil
the workers" and the discontinue Of
the ruler of the swarm"
The teacher called on the good min
ster that evening. and after a Ions
talk on the back porch. left late in
The dusk. wiping his eyes with one
hand, and shaking the other very
warmly with the preacher And Toe
slipped noiselessiy along the ROOT
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