Rensselaer Republican, Volume 15, Number 38, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 May 1883 — THE BAD BOY. [ARTICLE]

THE BAD BOY.

’ ■ “See here, you coon, yon get out of here,” said the grocery man to the bad boy, as he came in the store with his face black and shining, “I don’t want any colored boys around here. White boys break me up bad enough.” “O, philopene,” said the bad boy, as he put his hajids on his knees and laughed so the candy jars rattled on the shelves. “You didn’t know me. lam the B&me boy that comes here and talks yonr arm off,” and the boy opened the cheese box and cut off a xuece of cheese so natural that the grocAy man had no difficulty in recognizing him. “What in the name of the seven sleeping sisters have you got on your hands and face?” said the grocery man, as he took the boy by the ear and turned him around. “You would pass in a colored prayer meeting, and no one would think you were galvanized. What you got up in such an outlandish rig for ?” “Well, FU tell you, if you will keep watch at the door. If you see a baldheaded colored man coming along the street with a club, you whistle, and I will fall down cellar. Tho bald-headed colored man will be pa. You see, we moved yesterday. Pa told me tp get a vacation from the livery stable, and we would have fun moving. But I don’t want any more fun. I know when I have got enough fun. Pa carried all the light things, and when it come to lifting, he had a crick in the back. Gosh, I never was so tired as I was last night, and I hope we have got settled, only some of the goods haven’t turned up yet. A drayman took one load over on the West Side, and delivered them to a house that seemed to be expecting a load of household furniture. He thought it was all right, if everybody that was moving got a load of goods. Well, after we got moved pa said we must make garden, and he said we would go out and spade up the ground and sow peas, and radishes, and beets. There was’ some neighbors lived in the next house to our new one, that was all wimmin, and pa didn’t like to have them think he had to work, so he said it would be a good joke to disguise ourselves as tramps, and the neighbors would think we had hired some tramps to dig in the garden. I told pa of a boss scheme to fool them. I suggested that we take some of this shoe-blacking that is put on -with a sponge, and black our faces, and the neighbors would think we had hired an old .colored man and his boy to work in the garden. Pa said it was immense, and he told me to go and black up, and if it worked he would' black hisself. So I went and put this burnt cork on my face, ’cause it would wash off, and pa looked at me and said it was a whack, and for me to fix him up too. So I got the bottle of shoeblacking and painted pa so he looked like a colored coal heaver. Actually, when ma saw him she ordered him eff the premises, and when he laffed at her and acted sassy, she was going to throw biling water on pa, but I told her the scheme, and she let up on pa. O, you’d a dide to see us out in the garden. Pa looked like Uncle Tom, and I looked like Topsy, only I ain’t that kind of a colored person. We worked till a boy throwed some tomato cans over the alley fence and hit me, and I piled over the fence after him, and left pa. It was my chum, and when I had caught him we put up a job to get pa to chase us. We throwed some more cans, and pa come out and my chum sorted and I after him, and pa after both of us. He chased us two blocks and then we got behind a policeman, and my chum told the policeman it was a crazy old colored man that wanted to kidnap us, and the policeman took pa by the neck and was going to club him, but pa said he would go home and behave* He was offul mad, and he went home and we looked through the alley fence and saw pa tryj ing to wash off the blacking. You see that blacking won’t wash off. Yon have to wear it off. Pa would wash his face with soap suds, and then look in the glass, and he was blacker every time he washed, and when ma laffed at him he said the oftulest words, something like ‘sweet spirit hear my prayer,’ then he washed himself again. lam going to leave my burnt cork on, ’cause if I washed it off pa would know there had been some smouging somewhere. I asked the shoe-store man how long it j would take the blacking to wear off, I and he said it ought to wear off in a | week. I guess pa won’t go out doors mufch, unless it is in the night. lam j going to get him to let me go off in the i county fishing till mine wears off, and ; when I get out of town I will wash up. ; Say, you don’t think a little blacking j hurts a man’s complexion, do you, and ! you don’t think a man ought to get mad | because it won’t wash off, do you?” “O, probably it don’t hurt the com--1 plexion,” said the grocery man, as he sprinkled some fresh water on the wilted lettuce, so it would look fresh while the hired girl was buying some, “and yet it is mighty unpleasant, where a man has got an engagement to go to a card party, as I know your pa has tonight. As to getting mad about it, if I was your pa I would take a barrel stave and shatter yonr castle scandalously. What kind of a fate do you think awaits yon when you die, anyway ?” “Well, lam mixed on the fate that awaits me when I die. If I should go off sudden, with all my sins on my head, and this burnt cork on my face, I , should probably be a neighbor to you, way down below, and they would give me a job as fireman, and I should feel bad for yon every tune I chucked in a nnther chunk of brimstone, and thought of you trying to swim dog-fashion in the lake of fire, and straining yonr eyes to find an iceberg that you could crawl up on to cool your parched hind legs. If I don't die slow, so I will have time to repent and be saved, I shall be

feasted brown. That’s what the minister jsays, and they wouldn’t pay him $2,000 a vear and give him a vacation to tell anything that was not so. I tell you, it'is painful to think of that placei that so many pretty fair average people here are going to when they die. Just think of it, a man that swears just once, if he don’t hedge and take it back, will go to the bad place. If a person steals) a pin, he is as bad os if he stole all there was in a bank, and he stands the best chance of going to the bad place. You see, if a fellow steals a little thing like a pin, he forgets to repent, ’cause it don’t seem to be worth while to make so much fuss about. But if a fellow robs a bank, or steals a whole lot of money from orphans, he knows it is a mighty serious matter, and he gets in his work repenting tab quick, and he is liable to get to the good place, while you, who have only stole a few pqjtatoes out of the bushel that you sold to the orphan asylum, will forget to repent, and you will sizzle. I tell you, tho more I read about being good, and going to heaven, the more I think a feller can’t be too careful, and from this out you won’t find a better boy than 1 am. When I come in here after this and take a few dried peaches or crackers and cheese, you charge it right up to pa, and then I won’t have it on my mind and have to answer for it at the great judgment day. I am going to shako my chum, ’cause he chews tobacco, which is wicked, though I don’t see how that can be, when the minister smokes, but I want to be ou the safe side. lam going to be good or bust a suspender, and hereafter you can point to me as a boy who has seen the folly of an ill-spent life, and if there is such a thing as a 15-year-old boy who has been a terror getting to heaven, I am the hairpin. I tell you, whon I listen to the minister tell' about the angels flying around there, and I see pictures of them purtier than any girl in this town, with chubby arms with dimples in their <elbows and shoulders, and long golden hair, and think of myself here cleaning off horses in a livery stable and smelling like an old harness, it makes me tired, and I wouldn’t miss going there for $lO. Say, you would make a healthy angel for a back street of the new Jerusalem, but you would give the whole crowd away unless you washed up and sent that shirt to the Chinese laundry. Yes, sir, hereafter von will find me as good as I know how to be. Now I am going to wash •up and help the minister move.” As the boy went out the grocery man sat for several minutes thinking of the change that had come over the bad boy, and wondered what had brought it about, and then ho went to the door to watch him as he wended his way across the street with his head down, as though in deep thought, and the grocery man said to himself, “that bo ( y is not as bad as some people think he is,” and then he looked around and saw a sign hanging ' up in front of the store, written on a piece of box cover with blue pencil, “Spoiled canned ham and tongue, good enough for church picnics,” and he looked after the boy who was slipping down an alley and said, “The condemned little whelp. Wait till J # catch him.”— Peck's Sun.