FOR THE CHILDREN.

Gisborne Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 2568, 31 July 1909, Page 4 (Supplement)

FOR THE CHILDREN.

SHORT LETTERS OF A SMALL BOY. (By Paul West, In “Everybody’s Magazine.”) Dere Cous. Gorge . Wei hear wo are in the new plaice where we liv, it is naimed Broo'kedaio and it is all rite. They is a lot or country all round and all the yards are most as big as the common m Boston, or they are pritty big anyway. ir yore farther would let you come we coed of had a bully time riding on the furniehoor waggon. I did and it was ellegant. A clog loitered the waggon rtll the way and now he is ours, jus naim is Jacko and he looks a littel like some kind of a hound or something. . we dident get here til most llociock at nite and they wasent anny gas on, uncle Walter was going to hay it.terned orf but lie forgot it, just like him, my mother sed. It was fine, we had. to borow some lanterns and candels from Fred Strong’s farther, he is the man that Jivs ncx door, and Anny, she is our cook you kno, / Gorge, she fel down tlie.ce'ler and most break her neck and sed I am going to leve, but she dident becawse my mother cride and sed you ungreatful girl to love me. say Gorge oux- bowse is fine, all would, not brick like our old howse in Boston, and I dont hav to slope with my brother anny moar. I have my own room it is on tlie top flora and they- is a tin roof outside my windoe and I hav found a plaice where I can hide my dime novvels. Plese sent me some Gorge, I had some, Jessie James and Buffalo Bill and Dedwoukl Dick but I cant find them, I bet somebody found them and hooked them, maybe, it was the moving man, so p'.ese send me some, Jessie James and the Grate Trane.Robbry, no I mono Jessie James and Timber lake the detective and Frank Reade and His Steme horse.

you ought to see our yard, it ,is full of trees pares and appels and a mulbury tree and a barn where we are going to bev a horse that is naimed Cliristmus. only we .havent got him yet. His naim ,s Cliristmus my uncle Walter eez, be,caw.se lie is sure tp come if we wate long enuff.

1 like Fred Strong, he is the boy that livs next door. He came to our fense and sed hello, l sed hello, and he sed do you want a ginny pig and I sed yes. ITe sed all rite hav you got five sents, and I seel no, but my uncle Walter he gave me five sents and I hay the ginny pig. They are not regular pigs, Gorge, more like rabbits and all white except this one isen't becawse he fell, in the pot of ..red stane that the man was stalling our shingles with, but it wil ware off if he dont die furst, the ginny pig not the man.

And I kno annuther boy his naim is Dwite Lewis, he is the minnis'ters son, but just the saim he is all rite, not sissy "x His farther came to call.' oh my farther and while he was talking to him Dwite and me went our in our' back yard and Dwite showed me liow to get old Brooksey mad. He is the man that livs rite back of our yard, his yard is the biggest in Brookcdale and it is all lull of statocs and fountains and things, and grapes and frute trees. We liev grapes too, but Dwite eez it’s- moar fun to hook old Brooksey’s becawse it

maikes him mad. He esey. ])wite showed me how. Icou put an appel on a stick and swing it around yore.died and let her go, and say Gorge its fine, broak a windoe in old Brook* sey’s grene howse the furst shot and dident he. get mad wel say. So he chaised us, but they is a high fense betwene our yards and he is old and he ooodent run fast enuf. And Dwite told me what to say to him then, you say

“Brooksey, B rooks cy, siiaik your fist, If you die you wont be missed!” And lie gets madder still. Wei old Broo'&C” told fatty Dereborn, he’s the cop, and fatty cairn round to see my farther, and Mister Lewis, he’s the minnister, he 6 ed to my farther Mister Torrey lam f , or rev to see that yore littel boy is lintd" to be rnisscheevous, I had hoped he wood be a nice companion i'or my littel boy, as they are so manny bad hoys in Brookdale, but reely—find my farther got mad and he sod dont you fret about my son Mister Lewis I can taik care of him I guess, and you ’kno what they say about minaisters eons! And Mister Lewis was just going away mad but my uncie Walter sed 0 t gues the boys are ah rite, and Sammy aint going to corrupt young Lewis, he meant Dvvite, and so we are going to Mister Lewises church, it is the furst presbytarriers, Dwite said. \Vel you kno Jocko the dog I told you about, wel do you want him, ask yore mother. He is a good dog all rite but he cant resist temptation my uncle Waiter sez, and thev are too many cats hear for him. mostly big ones with long fur, they are naiined angorrys, and he caught-one the furst thing .and it cost my farther two dollars he had to pay a doctor for fixing the cats ears where Jocko chewed them. So you can liav him. wei I am going to school to-morrow. I dont kno what school but I kno I will not like it. I hoop there is no girls in it like the one in Boston, you cant har mutch fun. So no inoar for this time, yore df. co us. SAMUEL TO Pi BY Jr. p.s. Frank Reade and his steme horse, you kno Gorge, and anny novvels about Jessie James.

(To be Continued.)