The independent press. (Abbeville C.H., S.C.) 1853-1860, 1858-12-10
INTO THE SUNSHINE
4 wish father would come home

voice that said this had a troubled
toni Pnd the face that looked up was sad
pr father will be very angry, said Al
au1 who was sitting in the room with :
boz in her hand. The boy raised him
self up from the sofa, where lie had bee,
!. lying in tears for an half hour, and with :
touch of Indignation in his voice answered
Hell be sorry ss" = angry. Father ncvc,
gets angry
For ftS oments the aunt looked al
bcr boy6AH curiousIy, and let her eyes fall
again on the book in her hand. The boy
set himself. down OIL the sofa again, and Lid
lis face from sight.
That's father now!' Tie started up after
the lapse Of nearly ten minutes, as the
sound Of bell reached his ear, and went
to the room door. lie stood there for a
little while, and then came slowly back, say
ing with disappointed air:
1T isn't father. l wonder what keeps
him SO late. Oh, wish he would come"
you seem anxious to get deeper into
trouble remarked the aunt, who had only
been in the house for a week, and who was
not very amiable or very sympathising to-
wards children. The boys fault had pro-
voked her, and she considered him fit
subject for punishment.
Il believe, aunt Phoebe that you would
dixie to sec me whipped said the boy, a lit
lie warmly: but you WON'T
i must confess replied aunt Phoebe,
that l think a little wholesome discipline
ofthat kind you speak of would not be out
of place. If you were my child, I am very
sure you would not escape.'
I am not your child don't want to
be. Fathers good, and loves me-
II your father is so good, and loves you
SO we'll, you must be very ungratefu!, or
very inconsiderate boy. His goodness don't
seem to have helped you much
Hush, will your circulated the boy, ex-
cited to anger by this unkindness Of speech.
Phebe!'' 1t was the boys mother who
spoke now, for the first time, and in an under
tone added: You are wrong. Richard is
suffering quite enough, and you are doing
him harm rather than good
Again the bell rang, and again the boy
a.ft the sofa and went to the sitting room
door.
It's father!' and lie went gliding down
stairs.
'Ah, Richard = was the kindly greeting,
as Mr.. Gordon took the hand of his bov.
But what is the matter, my son you dou't
dock happy
Won't you come in here g and Richard
drew his father into the library. Mr.. Cor
don sat down, still holding Richards hand.
You are in trouble, my son. What has
happened!'
Richards eyes filled with tears as he
looked into his fathers face. lie tried TO
answer, but his lips quvered. Then he
turned away, and opening the door of the
cabinet, brought out the fragments of
broken statue, which had been sent home
only the day before, and set them on
table before his father, over whose countc-
nance came instantly shadow Of regret.
Who did this, my son g was asked in
an even voice.
L did it,
'How2' .
Il threw my ball id there, oncc-only
once, in forretfulncss.,
The poor boys tones were husky and
trembling.
A little while Mr.. Gordon sat controlling
+, himself, and collecting his disturbed
thoughts. Then he ssid cheerfully-
What is done, Richard, can't be helped !;
put the broken pieces away. You have
bad trpublesedough about it, 1 can Sec
and reproof for your thoug ghtlessness--so /
will not add word to increase your paint
sTHAhs sfssher,'an the boy threw his arms
ut bis f:sther's neck You are so kind
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