Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1858-04-30

also throw into upon the newly broken soil.
What arc you thinking about, my chidT
"Tho taros Of falsebood, Uncle Lincoln
What are you thinking about!" said Mrs.
Howard, in real surprise.
"Did you not say that you would send
him of with tho milkman if ho did that
again. wonder if ho believed you"
"Of course he did not"
"Then," said Uncle Lincoln "he has al
ready discovered that his mother makes but
light account Of truth. Will his mother be
surprised il he should grow up TO set small
value on his word ~
'Yon treat this word too seriously, I'm
Gle. He knows that am only playing with
him."
''ITo knows that you are telling him what
is not truo," replied Mr.. Lincoln.
at was only iu sport" said Fanny per-
sistcntly.
"But in sport with sharp edged instru-
ments-playing with deadly poisons" The
old gentleman looked and spoke with the
seriousness that oppressed his feelings
"Fanny Fannvl Truth and obedience are
good seeds; falsehood and disobcdicnce are
tares from tho Evil One Whatever you
plant in the garden of your child will grow
and tho harvest will be wheat or tares just
as you have sown."
Mrs. Howard did not reply, but her coun
tenance took on a sober cast.
"Willie,' said she few minutes after
wards, "go down to Jane and tell her tc
bring me glass of water"
Willie, who was amusing himself with
some pictures, looked up on hearing his
name. But as he did not feel like going
off to tho kitchen he made no response, and
lot his eyos turn to the picture in which he
had become interested.
"Willicw Mrs. Howard spoke with decis
ion, "did you hear meW
81 don't want to 60" answered Willie.
"Go this minutcw
81 am afraid"
"Afraid of whatl" inquired tho mother
"Afraid of tho cat"
"No, you are not. The cat mover hur
you or any body else"
81 am afraid of the milkman. You sai'
he would carry me Off"
"The milk-man is not down stairs" sal,
Mrs. Howard, her face beginning to crimson
"ho only comes in tho morning"
eyes, he is. heard his wagon it'll
while ago, and he's talking with Jane now
Don't you hear him" said the little felloy
with remarkable skill, having all tho resem
blanco of truth in his tone and expression
Mrs. Howard did not look toward he
Uncle; she was afraid to do that.
"Willie," the mother spoke very seriousl,
4bot a !
stairs; and you know that you are not afrai
of the cat. What you have said therefor
is not true; and it is wicked to utter
falsehood.
"ITo! hop laughed out the bright-eyc
little fellow, evidently amused at his ow
sharpness, "then you arc wicked, for yo
say that which is not true every day."
"Willicw
"Thc milk-man has not carried mo @
yet"
There was world of meaning in Willie
face and voice.
'You haven't whipped me for THROWN
my cap out of tho window"
"Williow calculated tho astonished mot
er
"D'ye SEQ that" and the young reb
drew from his apron pocket fine mosa
brcast-pin, which he had positively bee
forbidden to touch, and held it up with
mingled look of triumph and defiance.
"You little wretch!" exclaimed MI
Howard, "this is going too far and sprn
ing towards her boy, sho grapplod him
her arms and fled with her struggling bu
: den from the room.
1t was quarter Of an hour before she
turned, alone, to the apartment where s
had left her uncle. Her face was SOBER a
no her eyes betrayed recent tears.
fel. "Wheat or tares Fannyl' said tho {
Irs gentleman, in kind but earnest tones, as
md nieco came back.
aid "Tares," was tne half mournful respor
hat "Wheat were better, Fanny"
his 81 SEQ it. Uncle"
"And you will look well in future to {
led seed in your hand, ere you scatter it up
il the heart of your child?'
bis "God helping, | will, dear Uncle"
"Remember, Fanny" said Mr.. Lnco
he shat truth and obedience arc good seed.
~ Plant them, and the harvest will come
blessing"
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