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CALVERT. : : NEBRASKA.
JUSTICE.
n. MCRi'iir explains ms son's conduct.
Tlmt boy, do yo mind, Isn't yet seventeen
Yo'rt imnglno Jn tricks of tl
groo:i;
He'd always such glntlo nn'
mo worm no win
lnnocont ways
l lo tnmio in" bolavo him us goon r
An' now 1 11 ml out thut for threo i
rood as yo pinzo.
imonins, ut
lati
Tluvt boy's boon lndulgln' bis lovc-mnklii'
tnsto.
It's Norn MoCarty, tho daughter of Tim,
"Who scouts to possoss an attraction for him,
Tho two uro atHut of tho snmo ago an fllv.o,
She's a daount young tiling, wld a plitr o'
black eyes
That twlnkloan' seem to bo laughln' whon
sure
Tho rest of hor faoo looks pxtratncly do
mino; Though she's ologntit tooth to bo shown by n
smllo, ... i
An' hor blnck hair Is banged In American
stylo,
An' in truth, nitoguther, she looks mighty
lino,
For to bo makln' lovo wld that Johnny o
mlno.
Sunt I'd nlvcrhnvo found nut tho saerctfrotn
him,
Hut I learned It bv irnln' to call upon Tim:
Tho night
lt
was uarK 'twas a miio pim
elglit-
JVn', as quietly walkln', 1 oamo to his gnto
1 ncuni a wnispcrcu laiKiir, nu , miner, u
Round
Llko a fut coinlu' out o' tho
mud. 1 looked
round
An' bohi'ld tho young lovers In hlvonly bliss,
llo'd his arm round hor waist an' wus takin
a kiss.
Wull, 1 snzed tho young roguo bo tho oar,
an' says I :
41 Now what uro vox doln'?" Ho trlod to roply.
I hollered: " ill I not r dang wonl from yor
head;
Yo Just travel homo an' go right to yor b -d.
An for you, miss," 1 said 1 was thrylu' to
10OK
An' spako very sternly, by way of robuko
" You know that your father and mbtlicr'd bo
wild
If they woroto learn of this thrlckof their
child,"
An' thin Nora spoke, an' I thought I could
hear
A sound In-her rolco that was much llko a
tear:
u0h, pla.o, Mr. Murphy, forgive us you
m'glit:
It's my fault, not Johnny's." llcdnd, sho
was right.
Hut 1 tried to bo stern, mi' said: "It Is sad
That two children llko you should bo act In'
so bad,
An' I nivor muht hoar o' such actions agin I
Now you, Johnny, run home, an' you, Norn,
run in."
They ran. I should rightly havo takon a
sthlok
An' havo bato tho young Imp to pay for tho
. thriok.
Hut, lii'lado," I can't blamo him for klsstn'
tho olf,
Ho mo 1 woof ould Ireland, I'd do It me-
scltY'
lioston Post.
DOLLIE'S IIAXD-OIMUX.
Dollio's undo, who was a sea-captain,
brought homu u hand-organ from Italy
on one bf his voyages. It had belonged
to a passenger who had died on the way
to this country, and as Unulo George
knew nothing of his relations, if he
had any, the organ, which was all he
possessed with the exception of the
clothes which ho had on, was left on his
hands. At first ho thought ho would
sell it or give it uwiiy to-tmoTi timo.--ond-hanudealors
in Such merchandise
which crowd the city.' Then ho con
cluded to take it home with him, as it
might amuso his brothers children, who
lived on tho old farm in tho country. It
wa au old organ with a sweet, plaintive
ring in Its melody, and it played a
great variety of pleasing airs.
" )Io was right in thinking tho chil
yYon would Re pleased with it. There
ivero three of them, and tliev wore all
. 'wild over it. Ho gave it to Dollio, who
-wits Ids favorite, but, of course, Will
and Nell enjoyed it just as much as
sho did; and, as for that matter, so did
nil the children in tho neighborhood.
It was rare that an organ-grinder
had ever strayed so far oiit into
tho country, and when such a
tiling did happen, it had always
been a gala day to tho younger popula
tion of tho town, and oven the older folk
were interested in tho musician, if not
always in tlw music. Tho moment tho
sound of his organ was heard in tho
street out trooped the children after him
as after tho pied piper of llamolintown,
and they followed him through lane and
cross-road everywhere. So to own a
hand-organ seemed liko owning a bit of
fairy land. Nell, who was hardly moro
ithan a baby, was lulled tq sleep, every
night to its music,' and Dollio and Will
'both used to cry whon, on its first nrriv
al, they were obliged to go to school
and leave it.
Sometimes Mrs. Evans, tho mother of
the children, would declare that sho
should go distracted with tho sound of
it, for it was never silent from morning
until night, unless Nell, who was too
littlo to go to school, and just largo
enough to grind it, wore asleep and tho
others at school. And, strange to say,
though of course it was not always quito
.so enchanting as when it was a novelty,
it never ceased to bo n delight. The
-children resorted to its musio as a conso
lation in all their trials. Even Rob, tho
wiso old house-dog) used to lie down
by its side ami listen gravely to " It is
better to laugh than bo sighing;" tho
kitten would mount it and try with all
her might to got hor mischievous, furry
paws into tho inside to feel where tho
sound came from; and the birds who
came around tho door soon grew to
recogui.o its voice, and answered it
gleefully. Hut tho parrot which Undo
George brought homo on a former voy
age scolded, at it and about it coutinu
jifly.' "Polly wants quiet," sho would
screech, "keep still, keep still," forty
times in n day.
' Good-natured Undo Georgo was de
lighted at the success of his gift. Ho
remained at homo a few months on
aoooimVof ill-health", and tho noise the
children 'made with' it must have been
rathor .tedious to him, but he bore it
like a martyr, and whon ho first went
away ho wfoto homo that ho actually
missed llio noise of tho old organ almost
as much as ho did that of Dollio horsolf.
Three years passed away, and great
misfortuno camo to tho happy family.
Mr. Evans died after a long lllnoss; tho
farm, which was heavily mortgaged,
pas.od into tho hands of strangers; and
dear, kind Undo George camo homo
no moro from sea. His ship was
wrecked and all on board per
ished so tho newspaper said which
was sent to Mrs. Evans, after two years
of suspense. Dolly was cloven yours
old now, a grave, womanly, out beauti
ful little girl, with largo nitric oyos anil
an exquisitely fair complexion. Will
was a sturdy boy of nine, jolly in spito
of tho adversity, and Nell was a bright
eyed littlo fairy of seven. Mrs. Evans
moved, with hor littlo family, to tho
city, where she managed to earn enough
to "sustain life by hor needle, but hor
health failed in this occupation, and
having always been accustomed to
breathe tho puro frco air of tho country,
tho bulled, smoky atmosphere of the
city was liko poison to her lungs. Tho
doctor advised hor to movo into some
surrounding town, and find dillbruut
employment. And after a while sho
decided to go to Dauby, a brisk littlo
village, where sliO( could lind employ
ment in tho factories.
Just on tho borders of tho village
there woro grcon Holds with daisies and
butter-cups tossing in them, and tho
river camo rushing down from tho city,
bearing sails on its breast which made
tho placo moro pleasant and bright,
and it brought a breath of coolness,
too. Hero they hired a littlo cot
tage, and for a while all went compara
tively well. Mrs. Evans grow strong
again, and earned much moro in tho
factory than sho had earned by plain
sowing. Tho children grow plum) and
rosy onco moro, and went merrily to
school.
Tho peal of tho organ was still hoard
within their littlo homo for a good part
of tho day. and tho children of tho
neighborhood were as much interested
in it as tho farm-house children had
been when it was first presented to
Dollie. Tho parrot, who had grown
very old, and was crosser than ever,
still shouted: " Polly wants quiet, keep
still, keep still!" anil old Rob, the dog,
who had been with them through all
their misfortunes, still seemed to enjoy
its musio as if it were tho very voice of
home.
Hut tho work in the mill was too hard
for a delicate woman liko Mrs. Evans,
and the end of tho year found tho fam
ily in a sorrier condition than ever.
The poor mother was ill in bed. Tho
last penny was .gono from tho purse,
there wasn't a mouthful of food m tho
closet, and the rent of tho little cottage
had been due for nearly two weoks.
Poor Dollio, wno was twelve years
old now, felt a great responsibility on
her shoulders, and did not know which
way to turn. She felt that she was able
to do a great deal of work, but no one
would hire hor because she was too littlo.
Shu did manage to earn a few pennies
overy day, by taking caro of Mrs. Cart
er's baby, whjlo she went to the mill
to carry hor husband's umnor, and
these pennies sho had expended to
day in a bit of oat-meal and milk for
mamnia; and now Nell was crying with
hung'er, and Will, who had been out in
search of errands to do, camo homo
witii empty hands and a very doleful
littlo face, for him. Rob, who had been
favored with a nico bono by the butcher,
who oamo round in a cart, was tho oidy
one of the family who did not seom de
jected. Even the old parrot seemed to
feel that sho was passing through seri
ous times, and was silent and motion
less upon her perch.
"What shall wo do, Will?" said
Dollie, clasping her hands tightly to
gether. "Tho doctor said mamma
mu(st have broth and a plenty of nutri
tious food.andwo can't starve ourselves."
Will shook his curly head dismally.
" I could pick up shavings," said he,
" only they havo foil clear down, so you
can't got anything for 'cm even if folks
would buy 'om at all.
"Fallon, you mean," said correct
Dollie, whom distress of mind did not
render less fastidious. "Tliero must
l)e something that we can do to earn a
little money. We must havo money,
Will, and tiiatat once.' AVo haven't had
any dinnov, wo had only a crust for
breakfast, and we shall havo no suppor;"
Suddenly a bright thought struck her
as hor eye chanced to fall on the hand
organ. "O! T tell, vou what wo will do,
Will," said sho ""we'll take the hand
organ and go round with it as tho men
do. Don't you know what a. stir it
makes, about tho mills when an organ
grinder comes out from tho city? and I
haven't seen but ono this summer.'1
"How can wo carry if?" said Will.
It's awful heavy, and I havon't any
straps to strap it on to my back liko tho
men do."
"Wiry can't wo wheel it in your
wheelbarrowP" said sho, after a mo
ment's thought.
"Jolly, so wo can!" said Will. Let's
fo right off, Dolly. You can play, and
will pass round tho liaL"
"It's a dremlful tiling to do, it seems
almost liko begging, but perhaps wo
shall ho able to collect enough to buy
something nico for mamma and our own
suppor besides."
And bidding Noll to take good caro of
mamma, and not let her know what was
transpiring, Dollio put on her bonnet,
and she and Will went down tho street,
wheeling tho hand-organ.
It was noon of a warm April day, and
the girls and men at tho mill, (lurinc
eating their lunches, were soated in lazy
groups in the open doorwavF. or prome
nading in couples about the grounds un
til tho great bell should al them back
to thoir labors.
Will wheeled tho organ, quito near tho
buildings, and Dollio bigan to play a
waits. Whereupon ull tho girls and tho
j'oungor portion of tho men commoncod
to dance lustily nnd with groat gleo.
" Splendid musio to waltz by, I do
claro," was hoard from overy direction.
' Whero do you s'poso thoso children
Bot a hand-organ? Can't you play a
ttlo faster, sis?"
Will, taking tho advantago of a pause,
modostly passed around his hat, and
quite a shower of pennies fell into it.
Nearly every ono contributed ono or two
pennies, anil many moro movcu to give
as many as five; for they enjoyed tho
fun, nnd did not dread to part with a
few eeuts, as thriftier pcoplo, who havo
much more, ofton do. T'lio children
wont at tho right time and to tho right
plnoo.
Dollio thanked them with a very pret
ty blush; and when the bell rang, and
they were obliged to go to thoir work,
tliey said: "Come again; somo 'day,
won't you?"
" Dolly," said Will, whon they had
got out of hearing, " what a pile of mon
ey we've gotl Let's sit down hereby
tiio side of tho road ami lind out how
much."
"Wo havo threo dollars lacking a few
cents," said Dollio, after a few oagor
moments spent in counting, " but do
not let us go homo quito yet. There are
a quantity of children in thoso littlo
houses by tho river, and wo may pick
up a few pennies there."
"Tliero is a now brig in this morning,"
said Willi looking down tho river. "I
wonder wlioro sho camo from. I'm
going to bo a sea-cap'n when I grow big.
bay, Dollio, what are you going to got for
mamma, ana wiuii aro wo going to navo
for dinner? I'm almost starved," ho
added, after a littlo pause.
"It will depend on how much moro
money wo got, Will. I don't caro to
spend very much of this, for wo may
not bo able to get any moro for a whole
week."
" Oh, yes wo can," said Will; " wo can
go all round tho lot with tho organ, and
get a great deal."
A tall, brown-bearded man who looked
strangely familiar was coming toward
them, llo was evidently n sailor, and
Dollio regarded him wistfully, thinking
of Undo George. Sho could not re
member how Undo Georgo looked,
for four years had passed since ho went
away, anil still sue. lancicil that tins
strango gentleman looked liko him, but
puniups it was uuiy ueeausu no woro
sailor clothes. Ho was walking as if
ho woro in a great hurry, and merely
glancing at tho children, was hastening
on, when his oyo suddenly fell on tho
hand-organ in tho wheelbarrow.
"My goodness! aro you Dollio
Evans?" said ho, stopping, and pushing
Dollio's hat from her forehead. "That
used to bo Dollio's hand-organ, any
way." And without waiting for a
roply, ho caught iier up and kissed her.
"And this is Will. Will, why, you
young rascal, why didn't you havo
some Evans look in your face, ho that
your undo would know you when ho
mot you?"
"I haven't got no uncle," said Will,
whoso grammar ms always uncertain.
" Uni'Io Uaorgo was ilrownod at wuiu"
" Indeed! Hut if Undo Georgo was
drowned how can ho be hero? and I cer
tainly am ho. Uncle George oamo near
being drowned, but ho wasn't; ho was
picked up from tho wreck of his vessel
by a ship bound for China, so of course
ho was bound to go lo China himself,
and over sinco lie got homo ho has been
looking for you. Thoy told mo you had
moved to the city," turning to Dollio,
" but when I reached tliero, I found
that you had left, but no one know
whero you had gone. If it hadn't been
for that old hand-organ I should havo
missed you to-day. You havo both
grown out of my knowledge, but I could
not mistake that, any way. Why aro
you wheeling it about?"
Dollie was shedding tears of joy. Sho
told the story of thoir circumstances in
a fow words. Undo George shut his
mouth vory hard, and Will said after
ward that ho saw tears in his eyes.
" Lot us go to seo 3'our mother as fast
as wo can," said he.
Mrs. Evans was well-nigh ovcrcomo
with surpriso and joy when sho found
that Uncle Georgo was alive and well,
and in tho very next room, though Dol
lio broke the news very gently. Rob
know, him, Jind nearly went wild with
delight, and tho parrot shouted
"pleased to seo you, pleased to boo
you," until thby woro obliged to take
him away up-stnlrs.
Dolly and Will never went about
with tho hand-organ again, but thoy
prize it moro hignly than ever. Undo
Georgo, who had money enough and to
sparo, bought back tho old homestead
in tho country, and before tho straw
berries and daisies had fairly blossomed
in the fields, tho family was established
there, Mrs. Evans growing stronger and
mow) liko her old self everv day; tho
children happy as tho familiar birds in
tho trees, and Rob pretending that ho
was young again, and frisking liko a
puppy. Even tho parrot scorned to
sliaro in tho gonoral joy, and scold no
moro at the hand-organ, though its
voico was still heard at all hours of tho
day. Halloa's Magazine,
Thcro is considerable ovidonco to
show that Nathan D. Marshal, of Cam
den, N. J., who committed suicide ro
contly, was influenced to take his own
llfo by his extraordinary friendship foi
Horace Uamniol, the defaulting Secre
tary of the Newton Building Association.
Tho two men had rived upon terms of
tho closest intimacy from boyhood, and
tho horror of testifying against his life
long friend, of whoso trial ho had boon
summoned as a witness, is
thought
to
have unbalanced Mr. Marshal's mind.
At least, tliero was no other known
cause for tho act of an estimable citizen.
Chicago Tribune.
A Cincinnati factory
miles of candles a day.
makes cloven
Youths' Department. "
LITTLE llOBIN ADAIR.
Tho vory oddrst boy I know ,.
Is Uobln Adair, with his hoad of tow, '
And his bravo, bright oyes, whoro tho ques
tions grow.
For this vory stratum lny la asklm? why,
From tho tlmo thatmornluir paints the sky
Till thd sloopless stun look out on high:
Why does Jack's klto stay up In tho sky?
It has no wmirs, and yot it oan tly
And slstor B.iys wishes go Just as high.
Why Is oatmoal healthy and candy gyd?
Is It always naughty to do as yon w uihUl
And would vou bo an augol ir you could?!
This roso was a bud, and whv did it burst?
This bird was au egg, and which unhid tlrst,
Tho egg or tho bird? nnd how was It mined?
i
What Istlu wind? and whero does It stays
When It Imshi's Itself and creops away?
Is It orylng or singing? and what dobs It say?
Whv does tho sun sloop book of tho trees
At homo wlnui in sutnuiT ho tnkm his civso
All night in tho rooking bed of tho suits?
Why Is It bad for boys to light?
And forsoMlor-inonsi bravo nnd right?
Why do I lovo yoil best at night?
Why do tho oaks and olins stand tall,
And the nppto trees do tho work for nil
With thoir gnarled old brunches ready to fall?
Why does n groat, strong gontloman rldo
In a carriage, pretty, and soft mid wldo, '
And u tired old woman walk by tho sldo?
Ah I Uobln, I'll uolthnr lnugh nor nry;
Hut I'll tell you secret, deep nnd high:
Tho grown-up ohlldrou koop asking why.
And tho answers arc somowhoro snfo and fnlr
Iloyond tho stars and tho star-lit air
For men nnd women and Uobln Adair.
iAuuKc K, Ilobltisun, in Wide Awake.
"xminEii one."
"Look out for number ono, my boy,"
said his father, as tho baby held up' his
bread-and-milk for mamma to oat.
"That's what ho never will do,"
laughed mamma. "He'd far rather
look out for number two. Not a spoon
ful will ho tako till ho holds it up for mo
to taste."
Justus mamma had takon hor sip,
baby caught sight of papa's curling
beard anil laughing oyos. Holding up
tlu) spoon to him, ho mado a littlo coax
ing sound.
"Tho generous darling!" said mam
ma. "Number two and number threo
both como before number ono in your
arithmetic; don't thoy, babyP"
"We'll name him 'Number Ono(' "
said aunty, from her easy-chair in tho
corner; and over after that sho playful
ly called him " Numbor.Ono," nlthough
ho soon had another liuino. Aunty had
a wa' of proving that her choico of a
name was a good ono howevor. For,
as baby grow older, his father was con
tinually repeating the saying: "Look
out for number one;" but it was with a
proud fooling that his boy never could
bo selfish after all. Ho was so forgetful
of solf that ho always thought of all
other numbers before number one.
He chopped kindlings for mamma as
cheerfully as if it were tho best fun in
tho world; and often and often ho
scoured tho knives, or even washed tho
dishes, if sho did not feel well. Ho
helped papa In many other ways. His
sick aunty called herself "number
four," for sho camo in for a hirgo sliaro
of his loving thotightfulnoss.
As Number Ono grow older, ho had a
darling baby sister, number live. Then,
by-and-by, camo number six and seven
another sister and a brother.
How could Number One look out for
himself, when there began to bo so many
other numborsP
Ho kept finding out now numbers,
too. There were Grandpa and Grand
ma Gray, Grandma Eaton, and aunts,
uncles and cousinsso ninny that, when
ho counted tho numbers, thoy wont all
tho way from number eight to number
forty-seven. Ho did not seo them all
every day, to be sure; in fact, somo of
them lived so far away that tho visits
woro fow and far between. Hut whon
thoy did meet, thoy were all sura to feel
vory soon that Number Ono was not
looking out for himself, but wished rath
er to make them happy.
Number Forty-eight was poor old
Darby, who had to sit in his chair from
morning till night, year in and year out
poor, lamo and blind! How Number
Ono did delight to carry him a pailful of
mother's broth, and perhaps sit and
read a psalm to comfort hlifT!
By-and-by ho was strong enough to
shovel snow for Miss Hatty, who lived
in tho lane close by, or to dig up hor
littlo patch of a garden in 'Spring
time. So aunty called her Number Forty-nine.
Then thoro were numbers fifty and
fifty-one Tom Hanson and his littlo
brother. They had never asled to thoir
names. How could Number Ono help
lending them his for a ride every other
time? True, Dick Jones and Jack Har
voy didn't lend theirs; but perhaps thoy
didn't think. Yet, somehow, Number
Ono did think, and he couldn't enjoy
his all by himself, seeing tho little fol
lows look on with such hungry oyos.
And so tho numbers kept adding up day
after day, and year after year. At first,
aunty kept account to amuse herself in
her weary hours of sickness; but by-and-by
there were so many that sho gave
it up.
"I beliovo thero never was a moro un
selfish boy," she said; "and he's tho
happiest bov I know of, (oo."
The numoors 'counted up pretty fast
when Number One grew to bo a man;
for ho was married, and had boys of his
own. Hut ho oftou thought how much
lie should lovo a littlo daughter; and ho
soon found out a way to luld two new
numbers to his list. A poor woman
died, leaving twin girlies without father
or mother, and Number Ono adopted
them. Ho took them to his home,
whero his wife was all ready to welcome
them. The twins were old enough to
remember their owh dear mamma; but
before long they found that thoy loved
their new mamma and papa just us
much. Their namos wero Cathorlnel
and Tabltha; but thoir now papa callod'
them Kitty and Hussy, for snort. In a
fow years "thoy wero old enough to goto,
boarding-school.
When thoy camo homo for thoir first)
vacation, thoy found that pnpa had
added a now number a splendid groat
tabby-cat, with yollow eyes. Ho had
boon sent out to sail on tho harbor in n.
basket by somo oruol boyj and their
papa, standing ou the wharf, had heard
him crying, and saved him from a wa
tery grave.
"I've named him M030S," ho said,
" becauso I took him from tho water.
Ho pays mo well by catching mice." '
The next day was papa's birthday, anil
Kitty and Hussy oaeh had a gift foe
him. As thoy wero talking them over
together, Kitty said: "Tho trouble is,
l'uss, I always want to do something
my very own self for papa. He's so
Sood to us, and to ovoryboily. I do bo
ovo ovorvbody loves him. Even Mosci
huts on ills kneo, anil caiolios mtco lor
dm: but all wo can do is to buy some
thing for him with tho money that ho'
gives us."
"Oh no!" said Hussy, "that isn't all.
Wo can try to please him ovory day,'
and I'm sure ho will understand from
that how much wo lovo him."
" Hut then I want to say it somehow,'
and not just act it out," said Kitty.'
"Oh! I know what I'll do, I'll wrlto
him a birthday note." '
Half an hour aftor, Pussy was just
putting tho last stitch in tho pretty
watoh-liook which was to bo hor gift,'
whon Kilty held out the note for hor to
read. '
"That's nico," said Pussy. "And
I'll add a littlo." ,
Then thoy folded tho noto, wrote upon
tho outside, "For Papa's Birthday,".
and placed it with their gifts under his
plaUi at table. Whon ho opened it, ho
road:
"llo stood nlono upon tho whnrf;
A wall camo o'er tho wator.
'Can that bo Moses' voloo?' ho cried.
'Then I'll play l'liaranh's daughter
And lightly springing to a boat,
llo rowed to roach the casket.
Hut lol 'twas only tabby-oat,
In o tst-otr butuhors' basket,
Now tabby-cats catch mloo and rats
Thus dally dooth Moos: l
Hut Kitty uu, who cant do thut,
Her lovo In rhymo dlsolotos,
With many slnooro pur-r-rs, Kittt
Oat."
"Next rmsy Cat, with grateful pur-r-rt,
A birthday gioUIng adds to hors;
And wishes overy day to try
To show her love. Ho now good-byo.
l'urrlngfy, 1'uhsy Cat
When papa first began to road ho,
smiled, but soon the tears camo into his
oyes, and he put his arms around both
littlo daughters, nnd told them how sure
ho was that thoy loved him as he loved
them.
Say, boys and girls, would you wish
to bo loved by ovory ono? Then don't
bo so careful to look out for nunibor
ono, but think of tho other numbers
first. Lilian Patson, in S. 6'. Times.
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Emma's Ambition.
"O mammal" sho said, looking up
with Hushed face; "thero is just tho
loveliest story in here! It is about a
little girl who was only ton years old,
and hca mother went away to seo a sick;
sister, and was gone for a whole weeks
and this little girl mado tea and toast,;
and baked potatoes, and washed tho
dishes, ami did over' single thing lor
her father; kept houso, you know, mam
ma. Now, I'm 'most ton years old, auilj
I could koop houso for papa. I wish
you would go to Aunt Nollio's nnd stay!
a whole mouth, and let mo keep house.
I know how to make toast, mamma,
just splendidly! and citvtard, and Hattio
said sho would teach mo how to makoj
ginger-cake, somo day. Won't yoa
pleaso to go, mamma?"
"I doirt think I could bo coaxed to,
do it," said Mrs. Eastman. "Tho
mother of that little girl in tho book,,
probably, knew that she could trust hor
littlo daughter; but I should expect you
to leavo the bread while it was toasting,
and lly to tho gate, if you heard a sound
that interested you; and I should expect,
tho potatoes to burn in the oven while
you. played in tho sand at the door. l!
couldn't trust you in tho least."
" Mamma!""said Emma, with surpriso.
and indignation in her voico, "Why da
you say that? You havo never tried mq
at all. Why do you think I wouldn't do
as well as a girl m a book?"
" Haven't 1 tried- you, dear? Do you
know it is just three-quarters of an hour
sinco I sent you to dust tho sitting-room
and put everything in nico order forme?
Now look at thoso books, tumbled up
side down on tho iloor, and those pa
pers blowing about tho room, and tho
duster on the chair, and your toys on
tho table; while my littlo girl reads a,
story about another littlo girl who
helped her mother."
"O, well," said Emma, her chocks
very red, "that isdiflcront; nothing buU
this old room to dust. If I had some
thing real grand to do, liko keeping;
houso for papa, you would seo how hard
I would work; I wouldn't stop to play,
or to read, or anything."
"Emma, dear, perhaps you will bo
surprised to hoar mo say so, but tho
words of Jesus Christ show that you aro
mistaken."
"Mamma," said Empia, again, and
her voico showed that sho was very
much surprised.
"Thoy certainly do listen: 'He that
is faithful in ( that which is least, in
faithful also in much; and ho that is
unjust in tho least, is unjust also in
much.'
"And onco ho said to a man: 'Well
done, good and faithful servant, thou
hast been faithful over a few things;
I will make theo ruler over many
things.' Can I say thut to you .this
morning." I'ansy.
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