The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-01-07
IF HE WE'RE WHAT HTS
 SISTERS TAUGHT HIM
''Yes, hold me, beiovedt feel your control; But my wayward soul Takes wings, fleet and strong, If you hold me too long,


 But my wayWard soul
 Takes wings fleet and strong,
 If you hold me too long,"
 One brother midst a household of girls, unless he is an extra Ievei-head- ed young fellow, Is sure to be hope lesly spoiled before he gets out of l1nickerbockers. The spelling goes on up to the time he Is a. man grown He l IS looked upon by the family as the flower of the flock; the brainiest and most sensible of young men.
 They are anxious as to the time he may fall in love. believing that there are few, if any girls who are quite good enough for him. They will not | allow cider on their table lest he | might acquire a taste for. it, which might lead on to other beverages stronger and more harmful
 The girls bring to the house only Sunday school scholars as friends lest he be drought in contact with a maid who would have fun and froIic instead of being serious. The girls hide from their brother the fact that each had a night key lest he would be mortified at the knowledge.
 The sisters were never out later I than 10 o'clock attending prayer meeting, singing school, or perchance, a quilting bee Brother often reached home in the wee srna' hours. How the family pitied him when he explained at breakfast table that he was looking over the books at the request Of the hrmi It happened so often that ia l ther, knowing something of the world l himself, looked across the table 1ubi- ously, at his son. The mother was in dignant at the way they piled work l on the poor soul; his face was so pale and his eyes so heavy.
 His sisters openly declared that fa- f himself; that they would be perfectly I willing to make their shares over to him He had come home minus his 1 watch and chain. The grief of the sisters was great when he confessed l that some one Of the Ifght-fngered l gentry must have, purIoined it, He couldn't tell for the life of him how he lost it. The girls found cloves and cardamon seeds scattered about the 4 top of his dresser He accounted for 1 these by remarking that the street l gamins had made him the victim of their putty blowers. His clothes were 1 muddy, has hat dented- His sisters believed in him implicitly when he told. reluctantly, that he had slipped I in attempting to escort an organ grinder from one pavement to the oth- I CT. As for the coupons of the French l ball found in his pocket as he drew l out his Handkerchief, he was puzzled I was that the jolly chap who sat next to him in the crowded car must have tucHe dthem in his yaWnfng pocket 10 1 get rid of them.
 I Such a brother can go a long ways before he is found out. 1t is usually some cast-oR sweetheart who opens l the family's eyes, just to be even with 1 him; pulls the little tin god down from his pedestal to get even with him, as it were. Many a fellow has rooted out his bad habits just to be- come the honorable brother his dear sisters thought him
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