Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 31, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 August 1891 — FOR OUR LITILE FOLKS. [ARTICLE]

FOR OUR LITILE FOLKS.

t ; A COLUMN OF PARTICULAR IN* TEREBT TO THEM. i ________ Whet Ch'ldren Her* D*ne, What They . Are Doing, and What They Should Do to Pass Their Chlldhool Days. Jack** Re sol tt ion. “Oh, dear, dear! Was there ever such a boy before, I wonder?” sighed Mrs. Brown, as she unpacked the market-basket one waun 1 morning is. July. ! “What's the matter, mother?" asked Sally, who was woiking with her in the kitchen; “has Jimmy forgotten anything ?” “Yes; he has gone an<} forgotten the baking-powder again, and this is the third time he has been to the village this week, and your father can’t spare the horse now in haying time to go again, and Parson Dermot’s donation party is to come off to-morrow after* noon, and I can’t make anything unless I have that powder.” And Mrs. Brown sunk in an exhausted fashion into a chair, after her unusually long speech. “Well, mother, I don’t see what yon can do, unless you let Jack take the colt and go up to Dr. Gray’s and have Mrs. Gray send yon some in payment for the eggs you let her have last week, and, besides, he can get that new patterh of lace that I want, and that will be doing two errands in one trip.” Jack’s bine eyes brightened as he thought of the trust that his mother and Rister had in his not forgetting anything, and a four-mile ride on his father’s handsome young colt Cseßar had not the last place in his thoughts. “Now, Jack,” said his mother, as ha was all ready to start, “be sure and go straight there and back. It is a pretty long ride for a little chaD like you, so do be careful.” “Little chap, indeed,” thought Jack; “I am thirteen years old, and I can remember what I am sent for, anyhow, and that’s what Jim can’t, if he is sixteen.” But alas! for boyish'resolutions. As he was passing Mr. Randall’s house he wondered if he should, see Rex. Rex was his chosen friend and oompanion. “Won’t he stare, though, when he see 3 me on Caesar ?” he said to himself. He had gone Almost out of sight of the house when a. voice called: “Jack! I say, Jaok, wait a minute, I want to see you,” and Rex jumped over the fence and came panting up. i “Hurry up and fasten your horse toa tree, and come with me, Jip has found a woodchuck’s burrow, and f want you to help me catch him. lam all alone; mv folks have all gone away.' We will sell his skin, and I will give you half of what I get.” Jack’s interest was ronsed immediately at the promise of money, for he was saving all that he could get tobuyi a second-hand bicycle that he had seen! advertised at the village about a month, aefore. Before he could think of his! resolution to go straight, he was off of Ceesar and had him tied and was over in the field with Rex. It took the , x>ys longer than they thought to get the woodchuck, and to Jack’s surprise three hours had elapsed since he had i est Caesar tied to the tree, and the horse gave an impatient neigh when he saw the boys. Jack being in as much of a hurry as Caesar, bade Rex good-by and was off like the wind for Dr. Gray’s, which was still two miles distant. When he reached Mrs. Gray’s! she would have him stay and have him' eat some of her nice ginger cookies, of which ho was very fond, and kept asking him innumerable questions {about home and his mother. When at! last she let him go, and he rushed out/ .to get Caesar and go home, he saw a! ! arge black cloud coming up from the {northwest. “Oh, dear!” thought Jack, “there is an awful shower com:ng, and I have Jim’s new saddle, and it will be spoilt.” When he did reach home the horse,' joy, saddle and everything presented a sorry-looking spectacle. They had >gun to get worried about him, and his father was just going out to look for him. After he had changed his wet clothes for dry ones, there was an indignation meeting, and Jim said that Jack should give him all of his bioycle money to help him get a new saddle. Jack’s father and mother decided that whit Jim asked was but just and right, as nothing would have happened if he had obeyed orders. So poor Jaok reluctantly handed over his precious five dollars and mentally said good-by to his bicycle, and came to the conclusion that resolutions were a good deal easier made than kept.—. New York Tribune.