Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 15, Number 52, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 20 June 1885 — Page 2

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TERRE HAUTE, JUNE 20. 1886

MY LITTLE BOY THAT DIED.

Look at bis pretty face for Just one minute. His braided frock and dainty buttoned shoes, His firm shot band, the favorite plaything

Then tell me mothers, was It not bard lose

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And miss him from my side, My little boy that died?

How many another boy as dear and charm log, His father's hope, bis mothers one delight Blips through strange sicknesses, all fear arming.

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And lives a long,lone life in parents-sight Mine was so short a pride. A And then—my poor boy dlrd I see Mm rocking on hi* wooden charger,

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I bear hira pattering through the n" all day. I watch his great bloe eyes grow large, larger

Listening to stories, whether grave or gay Told by the bright fireside, 80 dark now since he died. Bat yet I often think my boy Is living,

As living as my other children are. When good-night kisses I all aroond am 1 keop one for him, though he is so far, :.-'i Can a mere grave divide .... Me from him—tbough he died?

Aud 1 can hear the merry voice Bound, ., And I fee him at my side,

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My little boy that died. —[Miss Mulock.

[Fannie Foster Clark In Harper's Bazar.]

That Fiend Overhead.

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ft "Silence and darkness! buaph! I know what this means," I muttered, as, coming into oar cozy apartment on the fifth floor of the "Charlemagne," no rosy light from the parlor lamp greeted me, no wife met me at the door. Going -*?, directly to onr sleeping room, I said, JS stooping over the bed, "Well, Emily dear nei ves again "Nerves responded my wife, with a feeble wail: "a stone would develop nerves tinder what I've

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day." Then, with that suddeu recuperative power peculiar to delicate women, she ordered me, "Theodore, turn up the

and called, excitedly, "Clara, come ere." My wife's sister Clara was a methodical, industrious, tasteful, and intellectual young lady, whose dispassionate judgment and tireless energy always made me fee) like an inferior being. "There's no nonsense about Clara," I often meekly acknowledged, when, in one day, sbe had learned a German lesson, painted a panel, constructed over twenty lines of Greek, made a pudding, dArned the stookings, and in a beautiful toilette was ready to receive Maxwell Boyd when evening came. Maxwell Boyd'was Clara's 'fiance, an upright, -clever, clear-hearted lawyer, as free from "nonsense'' as the girl herself. Their .attachment was founded ou mutual excellences, and Maxwell coulq and did explain it and reason it down to a dot. I confess to a liking for Impulse and gushing sentiment, and I married my ollnging, nervous little Emily, who loves and hates and cries and laughs without any respect for logic. Still, one must admire Clara tremendously, and feel certain that she has uo womanish weakness, and that her tranquil way is lighted by pure reason. "Theodore," said that young lady, in a judicial tone," the consequences of every permitted wrong extended far beyond the tint sufferer, and uudermlne society." "Ob, Theodore," cried my wife, "we really coti't stand this any longer."

Thump! thump! thump! rattle! •whack! went something overhead. Then a noise like the bouncing of trunks off an express wagen set in, continued in force full tive miuutes, and at last boomed off toward the back of the llOU86**' "Good heavens !"said I "it can't be—" "Yes, it is," Clara finished my phrase "yes it is the child upstairs, and he makes this unbearable racket all day long." "Oh!" sobbed my wife—-"oh! my poor head. Theodore dear, something must be done." "Send for Hooker," I suggested. Hooker was our good-natured landlord. "Hooker indeed!" cried Emily, with acorn. "1 Mene,menc, tekcl, upharsin spoke Clara, oracularlv. "But on our last complaint," said I. "he assured me the annoyance should •top." "And he assured you, long ago," Clara reminded me, "that the lease held by Simmons, that wretched child's father, expired in October, and here it's almost February, and we are still torQ16Qt6d«^ "Well, everything is qnlet now," 1 said, cheerfully: but on the instant came

Bridget from the kitchen, both hands spread over at ample area of clean calico in the region of her digestive organs. "Indade, aorr," she pumped out, hysterically, I can't put up wid it a day longer. Sure I've got a leppln' an' a 'I be*

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tun&lln' Inside o' me, an breastbone be's a growlheart. That little dlvil upstairs bers a-throwin' the poker an' the flat-irons all around the kitchen flare right over my head. The likes I nivcr see nohe res in a dayctut place. Faith my breast-bone be's a-growia' on to my heart, and—"

Bridget being out abort in the diagnosis of her case, and sent to light up the house, she went, grumbling, "I'll not be stoppin* till my month tors up.

Jam! jam! jam! something came crashing along through the apartment above. "That's the way the young wretch runs," said my wife.

There followed a seriee of earthquake shocks.

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"He's lumping off chairs," explained Clara and as we sat there in oar pretty parlor, looking up helplessly at the quivering ceiling, she went on with the Interpretation of a storm of dreadful noises. "Now he's pounding on the floor with the flre-irons," Now hell playing ball." "Now he's throwing a book." Then there caine a moat outrageous bang, and, tree, oling in every nerve, sprang op with a 'Whani tbatt" "Oh, that's his head," Clara answered, oooUy. "Thank Heaven V* I oried, devoutly. "Now we'll have peace. His wretched little skall mast be cracked." "Not at all," Clara assured me. "Hark!"

There was a short, amoUKitd shriek, then aomebody began playing the niaco, and in capital time with the mxxAe an inettotic body Jaroped op and down until every globe la oar ckandeHer iMf •gain.

"He's dancing," said Clara. "They always let him dance after he's had a tumble."

Now matters bad often before readied such a crisis, and I had stupidly allowed oar outcries to be lulled by Hooker's fair words, but this time, beyond all patience, I savagely jammed myself into my overcoat, furiously tang np the elevator, and in five minutes was at the landlord's honse, and in five more had him in onr parlor. "Look here, Hooker," I vociferated, "We can't stand this menagerie over onr heads. It's madness, I tell yonperfect madness. How are yon. Maxwell and 1 nodded to Clara affianced who bad dropped in to dine with us.

Hooker was a slab-sided, sandy-haired man, of Yankee birth, very friendly and conciliatory with bis tenants, but withal so shrewd that he bad succeeded in making us take a four years' lease of the apartment.

Thump! thump! Br-r-r-r! Clitter clatter! whack! went the racket right over Hooker's head." "listen exclaimed Clara, em preset vely. "Listen!" echoed my wife, tearfully. "Listen!" said Maxwell and I, sternly and right across onr ceiling went a long, terrible rumble, followed by continued pounding and jumping. 'Pears to me," remarked Hooker, pleasantly, "I hear a leetle mite 0' noise."

That was too much. "Confound it!" I burst out, "my home is made uninhabitable w|th this infernal racketing upetairs. Now don't pretend you can't bear it." "Oh no," answered the landlord, with an *ir of infantile candor. "I do bear something or other. Guess them back winder-shatters are loose. I'll send a carpenter." "No, no not shutters," "Child," "Fiend!" "All day leng,'' "Worn out with it," "Move away," were among the expressions that Hooker might have plated out of our remarks on his obtuseness. He looked from one to the other as if mildly puzsled then Maxwell said, in his most severe legal manner. "As a lawyer, sir, I inform you thst my friend will, under tfly advice, withhold bis next month's rent." "Sho! why, that don't make any difference," replied Hooker, laughing and nodding at me cheerfully. "You're a responsible man. Justas lieves the rent warn't paid for a year. Now, as to this 'ere kind of— kind of— rattlin' overhead" (we all loosed eager), '•you're possitive 'tain't the shutters?" We all looked in dignant. "Well, then, sure as I'm alive, it must be that Simmons child," said Mr. Hooker, as if the idea were quite a new one, "and I'm goin' upstairs to make it warm for them folks. Mrs. Simmons ain't very well, but—" "Ehe must be very ill indeed," interrupted Clara, sarcastically, "if sbe can bear the noise of that boy all day long."

Wa'al, now," Hooker returned, confidentially, "I 'ain't got no manner of doubt bqt what Mrs. Simmons is sick— I 'ain't, really." Then he went upstairs.

Of course this whole scene was a wellworn performance. Every bit of it, from the first innocent surprise to the last indignant resolve, we had been through a dozen times before, yet, as "hope springs eternal," etc., wo sat expectantly listening as Hooker entered the apartment above us. There was one tremendous bang, tben silence and after a reasonable time our landlord came back to us.

Well," I greeted him, angrily, "and what's to be done That youngster," said Hooker, hiq face working in a peculiar way—"that youngster climbed on to the hack of the sofy, and fell off head-fust just as I come in.'' "Good!" I growled, savagely. "I wish he'd broken his neck."

Yes, be tumbled bead-fust," repeated Hooker, and again his face quivered In that inexplicable manner. Tben he controlled bimsolf, and went on: "I told Mrs. Simmons that the child bad ot to be kep' quiet and sbe says: 'Oh Jear! I wish somebody would teach me how to keep Charlie quiet. I give it up.' So, not being very strong, she began to cry, and then she says: 'Perhaps those people downstaiis haven't any children, so they don't know how hard it is to manage them.'" "We lost our baby," I answered, sternly "but, if be bad lived, I'd have thrashed him every hour rather than let him become an imp like this Simmons I child." "Wa'al," Hooker drawled, amiably,

I guess I've fixed things." So he went away, and we weut to our spoiled dinner.

For about half an hour we were at peace but as we lingered over dessert, all the torture began anew. Presently jumping, rolling, hammering, thundering, the whole variety of performances, were in full swing, and Maxwell, white with rage, rang furiously for Alexander, our colored janitor.

That official appeared, and, as usual, attacked the case promptly. "Yessab, I 1st gwine ter tell dem Si mm on see we won't stand dat raoket no longer. Yessab," and be stumped upstairs. There was a lull, and then he reappeared. "Well, sab, he say—Mr. Simmons do"— and here the darky broke into a sputtering laugh, and clapped his bat before

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mouth. "Yessab, be say be don' know what ter do with Charlie, onlees he tie blm up. Mr. Simmons jlwt holdin' dat chile tight between his two knees to keep him still and he can't hardly doit neitner. 'kase Charlie squirm so. Yessab. He! he! he!" "There's nothing to laugh at," said Maxwell, eternly. "No, sah," replied Alexander, much abashed "coarse not—nufflnatall. He! he! he 1" and away he went to the lower regions again.

During the intermittent din which characterised the hoar between eight and nine, when the Fiend was sleepy, and his gambols became languid, we held a family council.

We must go to law at once," Clara declared, turning to Maxwell. "Yea," said my wifet vaguely, "and tell

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tbe judge, or the policeman, or the what d'ye call 'em, what dreadful headaches I have.." "Weil," answered Maxwell, "you wad Clara would have to appear to prove the charges." "What! app«*r In a horrid court!" screamed Emily. should faint away." "Yes and you'd be badgered by a lawyer," Maxwell informed her, "and asked if you actually saw the child pounding 00 the floor with fire-irons.' "Yes, out—but—I'd say of come it was he," responded Emily, trlamphautly. "That wouldn't be testimony. Then bov himself would be produced, and _ie facetious reporter would make us ridiculous for prosecuting an infant. "Ob dear!" sighed Emily, "I couldn't wr that." "Your landlord could collect his rent, Theodore," said Maxwell, "aa long as you inhabited his apartment." "Ha!" I exclaimed, with derfhnlMon. "Then we must move out." "Oh, Theodore," walled Emily, reproachfully "after we've fitted up tbe "bay-window for flowers, and papered the parlor, and had those Ottomans made for the

"And after I've spent weeks and weeks painting the panels in my room," added Clara, "and pat a Japanese frieae In the library, and made labreqoins jost to suit the windows. No moving is not

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"Hooker Is shrewd. He knows yon won't rashly leave, and that respectable people hate a court-room."

In short, the discussion ended ss It began—in staring at the ceiling, while the Fiend was still prolonging his goodnight somersaults.

To relate how often we went through evenings just like this one would be a vain repetition but after awhile Hooker grew shy, and it was bard to patch him and bring him on the field. The winter dragged along, and at last the Fiend overhead became our sole topic of conversation. Our minds were shattered, and our friends and visitors told anecdotes about us, and travestied our woes.

Up to this time we had never yet seen onr small tormentor but one afternoon as we were all three coming from a walk, a dejected-looking man and a child in petticoats entered the house just behind us. The elevator boy whispered to me: "That's Mr. Simmons."

As we conld see, even in the dim light of the elevator, the Fiend was a chubby specimen, blonde as to complexion, and with straw-colored hair. The father coughed nervously, gave me a deprecatory glance, and said: "I'm afraid my child sometimes annoys you, sir." "Sometimes, sirf" I returned, angrily. "The child annoys ns always."

Then my wife and her sister cast on Simmons looks of indignation. "You see," Simmons went on, quite humbly, "his mother is away from home just now, so Charlie is temporarily in the care of a servant." "We observe no difference, sir, in the noise," said 1. "It was and is almost unbearable."

Simmons kept a meek silence, I grim one, and at our landing we parted. Not an hour later was it when Clara cried out from her room: "Oh! Theodore, come here! Ob, my beautiful crazy quilt! and oh, my lace draperies! Everything is ruined.'*

Sure enough, all Clara's painty handiwork was being soaked in a shower of water that came pouring through the ceiling, bringing with it pieces of plaster and plenty of coloring matter. called up Alexander, the once, ana sent him to tbe with tbe most bitterly worded message. He came back and said: "Mr. Simmons sends bis apologies, sah—yessab. Yer see, Charlie done turn on de water an' let it run all over de flo' and dere he was, drippin' wet, paddlin' round in it, and bollerin' out, 'Charlie's a steamboat. Cbew! chew!'" Here tbe darkey began, as uspal, to laugh, and in a smothered explosion of mirth took himself off.

janitor, at floor above

Maxwell arriving at this juncture, he viewed the ruin with angry eyes, and Clara declared to him in her excitement: "I'm ready to protest against these outrages In any court in Christendom. Bring the action at once." "On dear!" said my wife, "1 shall certainly have brain-fever." And while we were in all this misery the Fiend began his leaping and bouncing and tumbling again with redoubled energy. "You monster!" I roared, shaking my fist at the ceiling, "I wish you hadlived in Herod's time." "I'd choke the brat if I could lay hands on bim," hissed Maxwell. "I'd whip him unjilfcecouldn't move" Clara added, savagely*

Tben Emily, holdrbg that aching head and with tears streaming down her cheeks, looked at me in wild despair, and sobbed out, "Ob, how I wieBi tbe little wretcb were dead!"

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Saturday night, and tbe next morning was a warm Sunday, one of those last winter days which give an earnest of the coming spring. Xmily and' Clara had thrown a back window open, and stood by it enjoying the air and the view which, being five stqriea our rooms commanded. Above aa, too, they were taking advantage of the fine day. The Fiend was banging on tbe window-sill, and we-eould bear him say: "Ob, see the bird fly Charlie want to fly." "Hold your tongue!" came a servant's voice. "Them cross folks downstairs hear you."

I was reading in my arm-chair not far from my wife and Clara, when presently a shadow passed swiftly across-my book. In the same instant Emily gave a most unearthly yell, Clara gave another, and I saw they were both nanging half out of the window. With one spring I reached and grasped them. But they were not falling no, only grappling with some heavy object outside. They swayed and tugged for a few moments, then dragged up over the sill what seemed a confusion of white cotton rags, both calling to me in the wildest dlstress: "Helpthalp! Pull him in! pall him in!"

As wildly I answered: "What is it -Who is it?" but struggling with the heavy mass, I landed in safely on the floor. ,, "Goodness!" screamed my wife— "goodnessgracious!" and straightened out the bunch of torn clothing, she revealed the limp and apparently lifeleea figure of a stout flaxen-haired child. Clara, pale as death, took tbe body in her lap, and as Maxwell came running in, she ordered him, peremptory, "Go a I "It's the boy overhead," I exclaimed to him, hurriedly. "Tumbled out of the window above. Boanced against the sill of oura. Caught by Clara and Emily. Quite miraculous."

Tben Maxwell approached Clara, and said: "How atrange! Let's see the little animal."

Don't stand staring go for a doctor," sbe ordered him, as, with Emily's help, sbe was tenderly cutting away a great many email petticoats, and trying to examine the bruised limbs. "I'm not staring, my dear girl," began Maxwell, explanatorily. "You are staring," returned Clara, shortly. "Go for a doctor! Go I"

Maxwell went, while I started upstairs to And out by whose feult such an accident had come about. On the way a woman shot by me, rushed down ail the five flights, and I heard the front door bang aa she went out of the houso. Plainly that was tbe creature who bad been toft in charge of tbe child, and plainly she would never appear on these premises again. I could get no dew to to tbe whereabouts of Simmons. His flat stood open and empty, and I learned but little through reading a letter from some friend which lay on tbe drawing-table. It said: "I am glad the baby was born at tbe Sanitarium, where they ttnderacand so thoroughly dear Mra. CHmmona's delicate constitution, and I trust Charlie will be lakea good care of by your excellent girl.

When I came back to tell Emily the state o€ things, I looked at the child, and happened to remark. "He seems to be dsad." whereat my wife began to moan passionately, and Oar* walked tbefloor, repeating, "Why, oh, why doeaat that

stupid Maxwell bring the doctor t" At last tbe doctor arrived, and pronounced, "The child is alive be will soon be conscious." Tben Clara hustled Maxwell and me out of the room, and proceeded to help the physician most earnestly.

Before long my wife came rushing into the parlor, all smiles, and clasping my neck, she cried out, with extravagant joy: "He baa come to his eyes are open. Ob, don't you want to look at him 7"

The boy lay very white and still, but his big blue eyes were wide open, and he said, in a weak voice, "I want my papa." "He wants bis papa—oh, the darling!" exclaimed my wife, rapturously, as sne fell on her knees by the bedside. "We'll take care of you. Don't be afraid." "Ain't afraid," answered Charlie. "Now, my little man," said tbe doctor, taking up a broken arm. "I shall have to hurt you. Don't cry." "I won't ky," Charlie replied and as the broken bonee slipped in piece under the doctor's grasp, his whole body trembled with agony, but there was not a murmur, not a tear. And when tbe arm was securely splintered, the small creature, gulping down a rising sob, whispered, with a triumphant smile, "Charlie didn't ky." Then he fainted quite away.

When evening came, Clara coolly made the request of Maxwell: "Please go home eany. I can't be away from Charlie." And my wife informed me: "I shall give you a nice shake-down on the sofa, Theodore. I want our bed for poor Charlie." So I passed the night in a dangerous chasm between the sofa and row of chairs. "Oh, Theodore!" was my morning greeting, "go for tbe dootor at once. Cbarliels quite feverish." "I shall see that Simmons looks after his own offspring," said I. "Why should we bother about tbe brat T" "How can yon he such a wicked wretch ?"cried Emily, in horror. "Poor dear little Charlie!"

Mr. Simmons was not to be found at his office, for tbe reason that his wife was actually dying at a sanitarium some distance from the eity. In answer to the information abont bis child he telegraphed, in tbe greatest distress, that he could not leave bis wife's bedside.

My greeting at home that night was "Husb-sh-sh!" from Emily and as I approached my room another "Hush-sn-sh!" and "Go away!" from Clara. The two women tal'ked in whispers, and moved about with tbe noiseless alacrity of hospital nurses.

As Clara recognised Maxwell's ring she opened tbe door and met him, finger on lip, with: "Dobe%uietnow. Charlie's asleep. Hush-sb-sh f" "I want you to go to the opera," said Maxwell. "I have capital seats, and it's a Pttti night." "Thanks. Hush-sb-sh F' sbe answered. "I wouldn't for the world leave Charlie." Tben, as tberd came a little moan from tbe inner room, she vanished.

Maxwell and I sat for a while in gloomy silence, and theu be presented me with the opera tickets. "Take your «w| fa Ko aof/) "Emily," I called out, "won't you hear Patti in Lucia!" "Hush-sb-8h Emily replied, looking at the door an instant.

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not. What a question V' Maxwell begau to pace the room in a very angry and exoited way, and now and then, between a laugh and a sneer, he ejaculated, "By Jove!" But in a few minutes Bridget came upon us with: "Miss Clara says, i« ye plaae, sorr, to stop that walkin'. It jpgs the flare and disturbs the choild." "Indeed!" answered Maxwell, sarcastically, and he threw himself into a chair. Tben presently Bridget appeared again. "Plaee to oome till*your dteaer now, gintiemen an' ye're to go tippy-toes along the passage an' when- ye've eat, ye're to go out of tbe house to wunst. bekase things must be quiet fbv Charlie."

In a grim silenee we bolted our dinner, and then I went to the door of our room, and spoke to my wife- i» a reckless tone. "Emily, I'm going to the opera." 'r

Such an action' as going to a place of amusement without my Emtly was unprecedented in our matrimoaial career but she took me more than kindly. "Yes. All right. Here's your dress suit and she handed out a»y precious broadcloth in a careless heap. "Do get off quick. Hash-sb-sh!." "Say, EmiJy," I pleaded, mayn't I sleep in tbe bed to-night V* "No CharMe needs it." "But, Emily, I slept o» a,crack last night, and—" "Hush-sb-sh I" and a closed door was my answerptben, from within, we heard: "Poor CharMe! There, precious, you'll be better w&en the horrid men go away." "When "the horrid men" reached the freedom tbe open street, Maxwell burst out,"Well, it beats tbe deuce!"

From tbe wider experience of a married man., I remarked, quietly: "There's nothing so savage and unreasonable as a woman when her sympathies are roused. They're mere creatures of feeling, even the best of them."

For a whole week I had to sleep on that sofa, and the household word was, "Husb-sb-sh!" Tbe death of the child's mother held me back from reminding Simmons that our charge was burdensome, and furthermore Emily had written him an effusive letter, in which sbe said, "Tbe care of dear Charlie is a great comfort."

At last, as an especial honor, I waa granted an audience with tbe young man who ruled my bouse. There be sat, propped up by pillows, In an arm-chair, ltis round waxen face looking out from a cloud of yellow hair. He stared at me solemnly, for a few minutes, then hailed me with a weak but cheerful "Hello." Two adoring women at once clasped tbcdr hands and exclaimed, "Oh, isn't be lovely I" Tben I waa sent away.

Of course the whole matter was vexing enough, and even after all hia suffering it was plain that this terrible child nad the pluck and assurance of an imp yet more than once that day I found myself smiling when I thought of such a baby looking up from out tbe heap of blankets and piping "Hello!" Why. I dont know, but my first word on coming home that evening waa, "How's Charlie?" "Oh," answered Clara, brightly, "ever so much better." "Then be'ought to be nent to bis father," I suggested. "The child sba'n't be turned out of the house until hia bruises are well and bis arm is healed," my gentle wife declared, with spirit. "Doot forget aaid I, "what a vicious creature be is. Don't forget that he's the Fiend, and—" "And did Charlie come with Aunt Clara to aee Uncle Theodore?" chirped Emily, ecstatically, cutting right In upon my speech. Then Clara brought in a big, heavy bundle of flannel wraps, and laid it an my lap. ... "Hello!" said a small voice. And Charlie, holding out hia one free baud, for the other was bandaged, asked dia*1—11- "Has

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I laughed, laughed idiotically, though of course there was nothing amusing in such pertness, and I promptly produced my watch. "Hurrah!" cried Charlie, and forthwith I began to relate a wonderful tale about a bird. "A beautiful little yellow bird that Uvea all inside of tbe watchy-watchy. And what does the birdie say Hark: It says, 'Tick-tick.'n "Want ter see tbe birdie," demands Charlie.

Then I laughed again, and went on, "Let's make tne watch go snappy-snap." Then Charlie laughed to a great glee, and put his small band on my face, and I mumbled the little fingers, and kissed every dimple in the row. Then looking up, I met the eves ef Maxwell Boyd. "Humph!" ne ejaculated, with great disgust. And like abase coward I called to Emily, "Here, take this troublesome child away."

A few days later, when Simmons, a sad, broken-down man, came to claim the boy, there was such a heart-rending scene as I hope never to see again.

Clara, my dignified, practical sister-in-law, pale, with trembling lips, pleaded, "Oh, don't take him away vet,' while Emily held her handkerchief to her eyes and sobbed aloud. The father in a broken voice, explained his position. "1 have no relatives who are disposed to burden themselves with CharMe. I must hire a servant to look after him." "Servant, indeed!" cried the women, indignantly. "What can a man do with a little motherless boy?" said Simmons. "Cbme Charlie." "My mamma went away, and I gotted anew mamma," said Charlie, hanging over Emily's lap.

The father wiped his eyes. Emily nearly went into hysterics and tben Bridget, blubbering in the corner of her apron, invaded the parlor, and clasping tne bey to her capacious bosom, howleeL "Bad luck to the wan as takes the choild from his own Bridget!" The tragedy was becoming so terrible that, to out it short, I proposed that Charlie should stay with us for a few months, and the plan found farvor all round.

Charlie's convalescence went on at an amazing rate. ''Hello, doctor!" he yelled one day, a» be executed an elaborate war dance around the medical gentleman, then climbed on a table, and jumped fearlessly to the ground. Ia short, he was soon quite cured, and rode astride a stick, threw balls, and tumbled chairs over, to the delight of everybody except Maxwell1, who had no liking lor these performances.

Now Maxwell and Clara were such a sensible pair that they never cared to be' in corners alone, as they used to sit inthe parlor leaving the door into the library half open. Of course, then, I could hear all that passed. An arm thrown loosely about bis lady-love's waist seemed the extent of any affectionate demonstration, and one evening as Maxwell gently detained Clara in this fashion, I heard'him remark, "When we are married, our home shall be free of all confusion and misrule." "What do you mean?" aaked Clara, quickly. "I mean," he answered, "that no spoiled youngster shall make a bedlam of our house?' "Do you speah of Charlie. Maxwell?" said Clara, and withdrew herself from his embrace. "I do. I sba'lat keep a gymnasium for an unruly boy." 'Charlie," retorted Clara, "is not unruly be is only healthy, active, and happy." "I've heard,wish him dead." "Ah, yes. bub before I knew him. IMl accept no home, Maxwell, into which Charlie may not come as often as he likes,' and Clara looked her lover straight 1c tbe eyes. "Then, Clara"—and Maxwell sprang up and regarded her angrily—"then you piefer a strange child's love to mine." "Ob," she cried, all the dignity and coolness for which she was admired falling away froou her—"ob, Maxwell dear, I can love you. the better for loving bim so well. I think tbe child has taught me the worth* of bnman affection, the charm of a warm impulse, the wisdomi of a hundren dear follies. Wait here moment."

Sbe left the room, but In a minute came back again, carrying Charlie, who was in hl» night-gown, his little feet bare, his yellow hair all tumbled about bis rosy face. Half tearful, half smiling, and wholly womanly and lovely, she set tke child down at Maxwell's feet and knelt beside bim. "Clara,"'said Maxwell, "how beautiful you are,, bow good» how loving, f' And in that moment there flashed into their logical friendship the missing spark, the sweet unquestioning human impulse which is its own apology,, its own reward,, Now, for the first, I felt we had gotten rid of a lawyer aud a young laayr and my house was blessed with a pair of lovers. "See. Charlie," sbe said, in glad, trembling voice, "this is dear Maxwell. Give him a good-night kiss." "Turn down here," Charlie conaaaanded, clasping Maxwell's knees "I want to ties 00."

He stooped, the youngster put a pair of warm arms around his neck, and—well it was all over with that legal mind. In a minute Charlie asked his usual question, "Has00got a tick-tick?" And I never heard a sillier story than the one Maxwell told with great geeto about "the pussy-cat in the tick-tick."

Of course we made terms with poor Mr. Simmons and of coarse we adopted Charlie, and be ia the delight of tbe household.

By-tbe-way. some very figety, disagreeable people who live on the floor below us sent Hooker up with a com

"Hello, Hooker!" shouted Charlie. "He knows me," said tbe landlord, looking immensely flattered. Cutest little chap ever I see but them folks down-stairs is mighty mad about the racket he makes." "Nonsense!" I replied, warmly "s child most have bis freedom. Tbe people must be reasonable." "They say bis romping is like thunder over their heads,'* said Hooker. "Blessed angel!" exclaimed Emily, smothering the boy with kisees "we think oo's roropin' is like sweet, sweet mOOSic!"

The Home

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Washington, D. C.—The son of Senator Frye, of Maine, who has been suffering from a severe cold, which settled on bis chest, was cored by a few do** of Red Star Cough Core. He publicly endorses itas prompt, pleasant and safe. Dr. Cox calls it tbe best remedy.

It contains no opiatee or poisons.

Across or a harsh word makes wounds that never heal.

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Attorney at Law,

GLOVER, M. D.,

Practice Limited to Diseases of 1 TZETZE IRZECninTZM:. No. 115 south 6th at., Bavlngs Bank Building.. Office Hours:-9 to 12a. m. 'i tod and.7 to 8,p. m., Sundays—9 to Ilia, tn.

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