Daily national era. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1854, 1854-01-26

Of her to pass il over Ii isn't the apples
| yally--though | had set my heart ON those
/ grafts-but the thieving, and the lying and
the sauciness
aHas she ever been suspected Of this fault
before, Aunt"
aNo, indeed calculate the first lie will be
the last under my roof!o
Then let me investigate the matter lit
tie promise you, aunt--ior the child's real
welfare is as dear to me as to you-that If she
is proved guilty, she shall suffer whatever pun
ishment you choose to nfict.'
aI'd like to know what further proof you
need Zeb saw her do it!
"Zeb never saw began the child, yehe-
mently
lush, my sister Before we 60 any far
ther, you have one duty to perform. You have
spoken improperly to your aunt
81 am not liar - exclaimed the suspect
ed culprit, with heaving chest
" | do not say that you are But you forgot
the reverence due to gray hairs Eulalie; ask
pardon for il! y
She compressed her lips, but opened them
in a moment.
"Aunt, | am s0rryn-the tears choked her.
Zeb sneaked into sight at this moment with
a long rough stick, cutting fourishes in the tall
grass
The instant dropping of his eye, as it met
mine, and the hypocritical aspect Of his whole
face, led me to question very seriously the truth
of his evidence.
"Come here sir exclaimed
He looked to his mistress for cOuntenance !;
but she stood proudly aloof with her arms
folded over her gray spencer
/" Out with it ~ she commanded; and if
you do tell a lie, don't believe your black skin
will save you ~
eli seen Miss Yuly go in the gardin, and
hook them apples" he began; but his effront
cry failed him under my gaze, and he became
confused.
G No more, sir !" said, seizing him by the
shoulder. Empty your pockets ~
He stood mute for an instant, and then pull
cd from the recesses of his right side jack
knife, ball Of string, q slate pencil. two black
buttons and a piece of blue and white crock
cry
Haint got none, sir
y That's one te-you know you have two
pocketsn exclaimed his mistress bouncing
upon him, and in twinkling disgorgipg the
contents A soiled and stained handkerchief
fell out from which, as | raised it, dropped a
half eaten apple, whose blush skin betrayed
the forbidden fruit"
| A rare study for a painter, was Aunt Try
pbenas countenance at the moment Of this dis
coyery! A thousand contending passions, Of
which anger at having been deceived in her
trust was uppermost flew into her face, as she
stopped to seize the thief He had fallen on
his knees, at her feet, with the cry
81 haint eat but ONE nam! I'll get them
all for you ~
"You little wretchn and snatching the
stick from his hand she began to belabor his
back and shoulders.
Lule chung to me with low scream
"Oh, don't, aunt -
BE merciful!' attempted to add, since
| it is his first offence - but a voice of thunder
could not have made itself audible above the
old lady's shrill tones, and the black boys
piercing screams.
Let alone, Ralph Lincoln-l know what
| Pm about To think that should have to
come to this to lay hands on niger in my
old age!o
In mercy to the child, whose trembling face
was hidden in my lap, matched her up and
carried her into the garden, out Of sight and
hearing Of the harsh infection of Justice
"Poor Zeb!" she sobbed.
"Zeb deserves his punishment fear; this
cannot be the first wrong action
"Oh, no! he has been very often naughty ~
she said, with glance Of fear over my shout
der; "but never dared tell Aunt Tryphcna,
for he scarcs me so!n
Chow is that?n
"Oh, by making such horrible faces!p she
answered, trembling; III think of them all
night"
ave will hope he may improve, now that
his faults are found out. But tell me one thing,
Lulie; what rere you doing in the garden?"
al was reading" said she, with downcast
eyes.
What we're you reading, and why did you
blush 30 when you were Questioned"
She pulled n little well-thumbed book from
her bosom. Ii was collection of child stories
such as " Little Red Riding Hood, {" "The Babes
in the Wood &c.
"Aunt Tryphena doesn't like to have me
read that book" she said, as though confessing
guilty decd. "Shc gave me a sheet to hem
and got tired, and came out here under the
butternut tree to read ndpretty soon looked
up, and there was Zeb grinning at me- and
growing; so ran up into the barn chamber =
@Whatdoes aunt teach youin | inquired
ain the morning wash dishes; then sew
while then knit ten rounds on my stocking:
then weed in the bcet-bed then set the table
for dinner and afterwards sweep the hearth
up Then sew my stint and knit and Aunt
lsts me play and after supper she hears me
read my chapter"
aSbould you like to go to schoolf Let me
see-you are nearly eight years old
Not with Zebin she answered, quickly.
"Well, away from Zeb how would that do ~
ooh should love it dearlyn
Her whole countenance lighted up.
am going to Embury next week, 2 said |,
"where there is an academy; and il you will
promise to be good scholar, you shall 20 with
me, and enter the SCHOOL,
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