Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 6, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 February 1892 — FOR OUR LITTLE FOLKS. [ARTICLE]

FOR OUR LITTLE FOLKS.

A COLUMN OF PARTICULAR INTEREST TO THEM. .■" I tv hat Children Have Done, What They; Ara Doing, and What Thor Should Do> to Pasa Their Childhood Days.

A Sweet-Tempered Cat. Shall I tell you how pussie came ta Hurdle? One pleasant sunshiny day. In spring the kitchen door stood open, to admit the warm air and 6unshlno that was flooding the earth after a cold, unpleasant winter, when in she came, a homely, common, every-day black and white cut, nn old cat; too, one could tell that by the sedate, determined manner with which she walked across the kitchen floor, to a warm spot behind the range, and sat down as If she had come to stay. Hurdle was delighted at the prospect of a new playfellow, and wnnted to [flay with her Immediately, but mamma, who was in the kitchen helping TUlle, tho girl, shook her head, saying, “she was afraid Kittle would scratch Hurdle.” But the tears that caxno to tho sweet blue eyes sent a pang to mamma's heart, so she added, “we will ask papa," well knowing that papa’s decision would be accepted by the little lad with better grace than hers, as he thought his papa the wisest person in the world. So into the library they went and found papa busy writing, and to tho request that the stranger might remain his reply was, “No, she must bo driven out." Then all three In turn, papa, mamma and Tilllo, tried to drive her out, but only succeeded In making her arch her buck, spit at them, and retreat under the dining-room sofa, and what to do next was decided by Bardie. He was lying flat on the floor before the sofa, reaching his little hand under, and pulling her out by the tall, to which abrupt proceeding she offered not the slightest resistance, but looked up into the little boy's face with an expression that said, “It’s all right as long as It’s you.” “That settles it," said papa, “the catstayß.” And for some years after she was u prominent member of tho family. Many and many a time has llardlo rocked her to sleep In his willow rocking .chair, and if ever his play became too rough she would unsheath her daws and gently touch his hand, thereby causing him to let go his hold of her, when she would quickly spring away from him und either hide somewhere In the house or, if the outer door stood open, run out in the yard and be gone some hours.— Free Press. , A Child's Remorse. The chlfdish Idea of the manifestations of justice Is often very amusing. Not long ago a certain spirited small boy was forbidden to go out because of the disagreeable weather. Temptation proved too much for his tiny, lialf-flcdgcd virtue, however, and in a moment of weakness he disobeyed. A little later It began to snow in flurries followed by hall and his mother happening to look out of the window, saw him scurrying toward home with the most distressed expression on hie puckcred-up countenance. “Oh, mamma, mamma!” he exclaimed, bursting into the room and casting himself sobbingly Into hex arms. . “I never will be naughty again, never, never; even God’e throwing rftone9 at me.”—Boston Transcript. They Won’t TeU. The occasion was the funeral of a prominent citizen who had been a Freemason. A delegation of brother Masons had attended, and they had just come out of the house and were waiting to enter the carriages assigned to them. They wore part of their regalia, which attracted the attention of the ever-present small boy, to whom funerals are all one with weddings, considered as food for curiosity. “Say, Jimmy, who are they,” asked one of another in audible whisper. Jimmy glanced at the embroidered sashes. “Why, don’t you know what those are, Johnny?” he said, with the contempt of superior knowledge for ignorance. “No; what are they?” “Well, you are stupid. Why, them’s the fellers that know something they won’t tell!” “Oh!” said Johnny, meekly.— Omaha Bee.