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Show j IN THE LITTLE WHITE BOX. Fear of Little Understood Terror Too Much for Boy. Ono day when tho tailor's wlfo and her llttlo boy went out for a walk they saw that an undertaker had moved Into tho shop next door. Tho boy stopped and looked at tho coIIln In the window. "Whnt Is that, mother?" ho asked. Ho was a very little hoy nnd had never seen a coflln. His mother tried to tell him. His eyes grew big with wonder nnd fear "Will they put mo in tho white box, mother!" "no OBked. "Not If )ou aro good," said his mother. "Only bad hoys go Into the llttlo whlto box." Aftor that tho tnllor's boy tried to bo very good. He did not caper noisily about; ho obeyed every command, and at night ho asked: "Mother, bnvo I been good to-day?" Ono day tho tailor's boy was exceptionally excep-tionally quiet. He lay In bed almost all day. At night a great fenr btset him. "Oh, mother," ho cried, "I'm afraid. I'vo been good, so good. Don't let them put mo in the llttlo whlto box." His mother tried to comfort him, but tho whlto box was a very palpablo terror, ter-ror, and ho could not get nway from It. Thrco days later a crowd of people came to tho tailor's house. They wero dressed In black nnd camo In carriages. Tho tailors llttlo boy was thero, but he did not see them. He had gono Into tho llttlo white box. Now York Press. |