Captain Horace

ey to Maine with three children; but she needed the bra

on; but he was a very young man indeed, who thought a great deal mor

do. He would keep jerking his inquisitive little head out of the window, for he never remembered a caution five minutes. He delighted to run up and down the narrow aisle, and, putting his hands on the arms of

well-behaved, was not a little mo

le and a sigh; "but, Mr. Lazelle, if you will be so kin

madam; be quite easy about the child;

d him under a seat playing with Pincher, his clothes cov

u're a pretty little fellow!" and looked as if he would

a fine joke. He laughed, too, when the young man told him to "come out," for there

goes to coaxing," thought the boy: "he's a sma

ng with children. At one time he flew into a passion, and boxed the boy's ears. Horace felt very much like a wounded wasp

e missing; and when that sorely tried young gentleman was almost in despair, a s

hy don't you come a

e is this dear baby that I have to hold in my arms; isn't it enough that I

urls, "you don't know how ma and I fret about you. Y

to punish Mr. Lazelle, if his mother must suffer too. He meant, f

a few hours. Their clothes were sadly tumbled, their collars dust-color, and their faces and hair rough with cinders

ord thought they might as well go down stairs

said she. "Grace, I depend upon you to

Mr. Lazelle lounged near by, talking politics with some gentlemen. In a little while Mrs. Cli

e heard a faint sound of martial music: a brass band was turning the corner. Soon they were in sight, men in han

keep still. He ran out, and threw up his cap b

hat jolly? Ho, Mr. Lazell

embered that Mr. Lazelle was in the parlor; but no, Horace w

"Of course, where Mr. Lazelle goes,

o the crowd, looking here, there

March, march away"? No doubt his father was keeping step to just such sounds, on his pat

follow, f

, sometimes forgetting it altogether. He knew he was doing very wrong,

nd and the crowd entered a large public building. Then the music di

give the boxed ears. How could he ever find his way back to

and presently he came to a high, sandy cliff overlooking the lake. Now the shades of night began to fall, and his stout heart al

ch way to turn next, somebody touched

this ward? Come; don't you pull away fr

, to get lost? He remembered all the stories he had ev

trying to steady his voice: "I reckon I ain'

ly; "and what was your name, my little man, b

replied the boy, wondering why a cr

er's in a terrible taking. What set ye out to run off? Come, now; don't be sulky. Give

fing him on the spot; still he felt as if it was a grea

e, and Mr. Lazelle

fford, as soon as she could speak; "do

tammered Horace. "I was

e sure he was not hurt anywhere. "It would have been good enough f

r, and it was to be noticed that he

Horace," said she, "till we get to

lief to him if Miss Grace would keep her word; he

ike Mrs. Clifford, should have such a son! I'd enjoy whippi

fford had with Horace that night, nor how the boy's he

e was so sorry for his foolish conduct, that he spent the next day in the most subdued

. Lazelle, just for ten minutes; and there he became acquainted with the pilot, who was struck with his int

make a steamboat myself, and

down the steps, two at a time, unobserved by Mr. Lazelle, who was playing the flu

od sight of the deck. He paid no heed to people or things, and nearly ran over an Irish boy, who was

child by the collar of his jacket, but too

k that pierced the air,-"Boy

to call him, not feeling safe to trust him longer with Mr. Lazelle. She rushed through t

somebody

the mother's voice; the

und!" was the shou

-it was a life-preserver; that is, it would not sink-and the drown

as well as ever, though a little pale, "I do believe there never was anybody ha