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Show 'HOUGH FOR. ME. Sometimes I think I'll thrash him, good, He needs it bad. I'm sure. An' sometimes well, I b'lieve I would 'Nn then I can't endure T tech th' musin' little kid. For when he smiles, y' see. He looks jes' like his mother did, An' that's enough for me. I guess a hundred times or more I've taken him inside Th' bedroom there, an' closed th' door An' tried an' tried an' tried T" bring myself to strike him, onct, Jes' onct an' then I see His mother's smile on his wet face. An' that's enough for me. First thing I know I'm sittin' there Pettin' th' little chap. . An" strokin' of his curly hair, Holdin' him in my lap. An' dreamin' of her seein' her Jes' as she used to be. An' somethin makes my eyes t blur An' me cry silently. He's got the same brown eyes she had An' the same silky hair. Look3 so like her, th little lad, That well. I jes' don' dare To lay a finger rough on him, 'T'd almos' seem as though I was a' bein' harsh to her, An' so I let him go. He ain't a bad boy no. he ain't, Jes' mischievous, that's all. In all his make-up th' ain't a taint O' meanness an' I call T' mind when things she used to do Exactly like he does, I thoutrht was jes' th' cutest an' Th' clearest ever was. Y know, sometimes he'll come t' ma An" say to me: "Say, Dad, Y' ain't goin' to whip me, now, are yet I ain't been very bad." An' then he'll twist, an' sort o' smile, My eyes get blurred an' dim, Th" ain't enough gold in th world T' hire me t' tech him. Folks say I'm spoilin him may be I am. but I don't dare To tech him rough he looks like she Did, an' so I don't care. He puts his little arms aroun My neck, an' I can see Her In his eyes, so big an' brown, . An' that's enough for me. James Foley, Jr., in Bismarck Tribune t |