NOT A WASHINGTON.

Evening Star, Issue 3894, 17 August 1875, Page 3

NOT A WASHINGTON.

We have instances every day that the modern boy has not that high regard for truth which a whole world full of good books and pious warnings ought to promote. The last example occurred in peach harvest, A gentleman, no matter where—boy nature is the same all over the world—had a peach orchard, and his neighbor’s children knew it. They often went for his peaches. One day he saw a boy up a tree, busy picking peaches, and the benevolent gentlemen did not shoot at him, but conceived a design of teaching the urchin a sharp lesson. He slyly put a very natural-looking stuffed canine under the tree, and, concealing himself, watched for results. Soon as appetite was satisfied and pockets were full, the boy made preparations to descend, and discovered the dog glaring at him with staring eyebolls, at the foot of the tree. There was no bark and no perceptible wag of the tail, but the brute was too sure of his game to waste his breath with trifles. The boy paused. He tried whistling and other coaxing expedients, and then “hiss,” and “get out,” and sterner methods, all in vain. The staring animal was proof against blandishments or threats, and he seemed togrow biggerand bigger as dark came on. The boy settled himself as well as he could for the night, but did not spend it in repentance. . In the morning the kind gentleman came out to witness the beneficial effects of the lesson. Neither the boy nor the dog had changed places. The man asked the little fellow how he happened to be up the tree. He promptly answered that he had been chased by the dog and climbed the tree to get out of his way. The astonished man just picked up the dog and carried it into the house, and left the boy to lie his way through the world. He’ll get through it.— ‘ Cincinuatti Commercial.”