Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1852-05-05
From the Friend O. Youth
The Selfish and the Unselfsh Boy.
By NARY IRVING

II Bt NARY IRVING.
; "Plsase, brother Phil ~ Thus i'm
r plorcl little boy, who was standin,
e behind the chair of a larger one, on
r freezing evening of November.
|. 81 can't please now, and I won
please ! So there, do your hear 2" ex
claimed the older, surlily turning around
in the great arm chair in which he Lac
seated himself to read the weekly news
paper "Get off my rocker, there, or lool
r out for your toes. / wish little boys
wouldn't be always bothering one, when
ones busy
George, the "little boy" at whom thi,
outburst Of vexation was aimed, skunk
away, looking sadly disappointed. lie
was a slender little fellow, about s2ycn
years old, with pale blue eyes, and light,
bright brown curls, arching over a high
brown forehead. The big veins in his
throat swelled as he tried to swallow his
tribulation, and his eye-lids winked
fercely over two gathering hot drops,
which Philip had taught him to consider
a disgrace to his little manliuess
/ Il think Phil will be a bit clever II.
knows how bad want my sled," he said
10 himself /; and suddenly one Of the tear
drops, which had swelled too round for
his eyes to contain, fell down on the
white rufle Of his checked blue apron
He brushed it away very quickly, and
with glance at his dreaded brother, ,glided
back into the shade Of the newspaper.
HIS little cousin, Henrietta, just then
came skipping into the room, and turned
the tide of his thoughts.
ooh George, only see what 1 have
got ~ She held over her head fried
nut cake, cut into something intended for
the image of hand, while she went on
dancing, first on one foo: and then on the
other.
"Shut the door, young ones" erowled
master Philip, scowling from behind his
paper Il should like to know what sent
you romping in here. Clear out, can't
you and let me have moments peace
of my life ~
The little girl tripped out, and George
followed her, asking
ooh, Eta, who gave you that hand
cake;"
" Sally, to be sure. She is frying,
DOWN in the kitchen, and she has 4 whole
pan full. Let's go and coax her to give
you one"
Down they went into the kitchen, where
they found the frying-pan Kissing over a
red hct stove, filing all the air with a
sort Of savory fog The cook-maid, with
her great ladle, was bending over the
bubbling fat, watching the diving and
browning nuts. She lifted her scc.ched
face, as she heard the children's feet on
the stairs.
Didn't I tell you to let alone troubling
me, Miss Eta =? What are you diving
down here for--to grease your pink gown
agen the dirty kettles?"
"Georgie wants you to fry hand Cor
him, Just like NINE" she exclaimed,
dodging out of the way of the sputtcring
fat drops, while the girl was lifting the
kettle off the store.
"Well, vel, you must keep out Of this
hole, then. Kitchen isn't boys place. l
shnnt give you but one 50 be off,
She tossed bet cake into Georges
hands. George caught it and ran up
stairs shifting it from one hand to the
other as he went, as he found it uncom-
fortably warm. Eta accompanied him
into the play room, where he laid his
cake on a window sill to cool, and pro-
ceedcd to tell her his various difficulties.
"Etta," said he, "it seems to me l
trouble every body to day. Father said
go this morning, when asked him for a
sled rope mother said so when l carried
her my red mitten, with q hole in the
thumb Phil keeps saying so and now
Sally l wonder what makes me such a
trouble?"
Eta laughed. dts funny, George
You don't trouble me, though"
Il wish Phil wouldn't be 70 troubled
to night, because he did promise to paint
me an eagle on my sled, and put on the
irons, SO that could have it to morrow
afternoon. It's going to be rare shedding
down the big hill, l tell you ! Don't you
hear the wind roar !? See my poor sled
isn't it too bad %
"May be Phil will fix it by and by"
"Tm so afraid he won't" sighed
George, anxiously. "It's getting dark,
and he said h, could not do it by candle
light"
GLOW cold am ~ said Eta, shiyering