ATTENDING THE ANNIVERSARIES.
Ike came home, soaking with the wet, and threw himself
in a chair, and his cap at a nail on the opposite wall.
“Well, Isaac,” said Mrs. Partington, with a slight cloud
on her brow, “where have you been?” — “Been to the
anniversaries,” replied he, with a smile playing all round
his mouth. — “Glad of it,” said she, brightening up;
“glad of it, and I hope it did you good. What anniversaries
have you been 'tending?” — “I 've been to
training, and to the circus,” replied the young hopeful,
looking down at his wet shoes. The old lady sighed
deeply, as she went about her household affairs, thinking
what would become of that boy, if he went on so.
