Demoine courier., 1856-11-27

We wonld like to know how many of our
readers can read this story with fearless eyes.
itteaches its own ~leasoh:
Ii was a Writer'S twilight. Shadows
moved ahou, The Ioom with noiseless
teet, while The ruddy high, flickered pless.
sntty between the arcien, andirons A
venerable lady, whose hair old Time had
-ilvered. BAT whose heart be had left
fresh and yourg. SAT musing in al arm
chair, Ora wn up closely by The irrsiLe.
Suddenly Tho door opened and fairy foot
Steps bounded To her side.
well, Bessie said The old lady law
,ng her hands lovingly on the chilu's
sunny ringle;s. have you had a god
s!ide!"
Beautiful. aun, Ruth and now won,
you tel me one Of your siories!'
Bessie was an only child. Her moth
er had recently gone 10 The better lsud.
and she had come ~ visi, her aunt Of = those
heart she had a, once taken possession
by her winning ways and her Affection
ale disposition. Bu, aunt Ruth's eyes
were Of The clear sort. aud she sOon ,lis.
covered that Bessie was DOT on.y unscru
pulous as TO the ruth, but that she dis
playep little sensiliveness when detected
liz a f~s.sehobd. Now Il there was any
one t,ai, for which aunt Ruth was par
ncularly distinguished, is was her uh.
wavering recii.uGe, il there was any one
thing that annoyed her more than all
others, i, was auqtt ,ha, came under The
category o: ialsi.ies. Il was the Ian.
gusge oil her heart, "A liar shall not
stand in my sight"
She determined, with The help OF God.
10 root on, from her dariing's character
the n~oxious weed whatever ciFor. it
might cost her. OF this she had been
musine, aud her resolution was formed
Get your cricket, dear, AID cume
close beside me-" and in . moment the
child's blue eyes were up turned 10 lier'.
II am old now, Bessie" and she len
Derby slrcked hat fair brow, "and my
memory is failing. Blu, l can recall the
Time when was a little dancing sunny
haired girl like you. You open your
eyes wonderingly, but, il your life 10
spared, before you know it, child. yos
will be an olG lady, like aua. Ruth.
'.ln those young days, l was in .
spelling class q, school with . girl named
Amy, a sweei tempered sensitive child,
aud a very good scholsr. She seemed
disposed TO cling to me, and | could not
well resist her iimid advances. Vel
did mol quite like her because she often
wen, above me in the class, when bu. Tor
her, | should have stood a, The head.
Poor Amy could (, accouR. for my
occasional coldne 3, for mad been !
,ru,hfu' child. Bessie, but envy tempted
me and l sometimes tried to prejudice
the other girls sgainsi Amy, and this was
he beginning of my deceit. She wa. to
difiden. to defend hersslf, and SO | usu
ally carried my point.
"Oae day u ieacher gave out 10 Us
,he word bslievs. In her ususl low voice
Amy speit,-"b.e Tie {, beheve."
Her teacher. Misunderstanding her.
said quickly. ..Wrong-lhe next" bu.
turning to her again, asked, ibid you
no. spell il Lei U.e!"
mo, ms'am. | said Ii co e."
Miss r.. still in doubt. looked a,
me. and inquired. .'You beard Ruth how
was i,?"
A wicked though, occurred 4 me-,o
disgrace her and raise myself. Deliber.
aiely ! uttered . gross ialsshood.
"Amy said t-s-i v-e."
The teacher iurned towards her. bu,
COMPOUNDED by my a~ocusaion, she was
silent, while her flushed face and stream.
ing eyes gave her tho appearance Of
| guilt.