The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1858-04-10

Ias 40 WHEATON rAREss ~ sa
ssWheat Or tlfes which are you sowings
Funny dear, ID the mind Of this little fel.
low p said Uncle Lincoln to his niece, Mrs.
Howard, and he lifted q child not beyond his
fourth GUNNER upon his knee, and laid one
Of his hands amid the golden cnrls that
fell about his neck, and clustered about his
TsWheat, / trust, Uncle Lincoln replied
Mrs. Howard, smiling, yet serious. Il is
the enemy who sows tares-and am his
mother =
There was glow Of proud feeling in the
countenance Of Mrs. Howard, a. she said,
81 am his mother t''s s..''5 I.
II WAS Nj. Lincoln's first visit TO HE niece
since her marriage and removal to a city
some hundred miles away from her old
home. ~
Even mothar's hand may SOW tares,'
said the old gentlemen. Il have seen 1t done
many times. Not Of design, but in thought
less inattcntion to the quality of the seed
she held in her hand. The enemy mixes
tares with the wheat, quite us often as she
scatters evil seed. The husbsndman must
not only watch his fields by night and day,
hut also the repositories Of his grain, lest
the enemy cause him to SOW tarcs as; well
as wheat upon his ewn fruitful ground3
willie, said Mrs. Howard, speaking to
her little boy about ten minutes afterwards,
'don't upset my workbasket, Stop! ! say,
you little roguep III ~ - !. ..z-46...; M
Seeing that tho .wayward child did not
mean to heed her words, the mother started
forward, but not in time to prevent the
spools of cotton, scissors, emery cushion,
etc., from being scattered about the Aoor. I.
willie laughed in great glee ut his exploit,
while Mrs. Howard gathered up the contents
Of the work basket, which she now placed
on the shelf above thereach Of her mischiev-
GUS boy. Then then she shook her finger
at him in mock resentment, saying -. Il
sYou little sinner! If you do that again,
| I'll send you off with the milkman.' -
sWheat or tares, Fanny?' Uncle Lincoln
looked soberly at his niece. - s..- s3 -
Neither, replied Mrs. Howard, smilingly
sTares,' said Uncle Lincoln, emphatically.
| Nonsense, Uncle yrra 80, - - -,
sThe tares of disobedience, Fanny. You
have planted the seed, and it has already
taken root. Nothing will choke. out the
wheat sooner. The tares of falshood you
also threw in upon the newly broken SOIL
What are YOU thinking about, my child p
sThe tares of falshood, Uncle Lincoln
What are you thinking about?' said Mrs.
Howard, in real surprise. n y.
'sDid you not say that you would send him
of with the milk man If he did that again I
wonder if he believed you?' as5 ~.
sOf course he did not.' .is,s.sF rs5,s ,...4
.sThen,' said Uncle Lincoln, he has already
Al L L.. v~.,k vs<pt,t
account of truth. Will his mother be sur
prised if he should grow to set small value
on his word?' -
sYou treat this matter too seriously, Uncle.
lie knows that am only playing with him,
sHe knows that you are telling him what
is not true, replied Mr.. Lincoln. US. g. gv
1t was only SPORT said Fanny, persist
emily. ~ gls. rua ya 70
,sBut in sport with sharp-edged instrument
playing with deadly poisons.' The old
gentleman looked and spoke with the seri.
BUSINESS that oppressed his feelings. Fanny!
Fanny! Truth and obedience are good seeds
falsehood and disobedience are tares from
the Evil One. Whatever you plant in tht
garden of your child's mind will grow, ant
the harvest will be wheat or tares, just a.
you have sown.' lr5gf 8 sF -sf
Mrs. Howard did not.reply, but her coun
tenance took on a sober cast.
'Willie,' SAID she, Few minutes after
wards, sgo down to Jane and tell her to briDl
|, me glass of water.' 's 4E ~
sWiliie, who was amusing himself Will
some pictures, looked up on hearing his
name. But rs he did not feel like going Of
to the kitchen, he made no response, and le
his eyes turn to the pictures, in which he hat
become interested. a ss.-=. Sos zrr.ss sall
sWillie!' Mrs. Howard spoke with decis
ion, sdid you hear me? alaa e. 6.1rs e,s
Il don't want to go,' answered Willie.
sGo this minute y ssa e&3 SO hseF p
Il am afraid 1l 7aa-.g rp7 5rsi
Afraid of what' inquired the mother.
sAfraid of the cat - as} -sa7tt s..i 70
NO, you are not. The cat never hurt yol
or anybody else." '.as- Ey aa taarg s.a
q am afrnid of the milk k-man. You sait
he would carry me off," a sssf s.sfts 49,,
sThe milk-man is not down stair sale
Mrs. Howard, her face beginning to crimson
she only comes in the morning. fqres-
sYes, he Is. heard his wagon littl.
while ago, and he's talking with Jane now
Don't you hear him p the little fellow with
remarkable skill, oil the resemblance Of truth
in his tone and expression. g,as -,rs Rz....
Mrs. Howard did not look towards hel
Uncle; she was afraid to do that. .. q esA
eWillie,' the mother spoke very seriously,
you know the milk-man is not down stairs;
and you know that you are not afraid of the
cat. What you have said therefore, is moi
true; and it is wicked to utter a falshood.'
! Ho! hop laughed out the bright-eyed
little fellow, evidently amused at his owr
sharpness, sthen you're wicked, for you tel
what is not true every day. -.4 ssoHrnr3
willie! sss 7sv54fl eSI ssa. gl.. -.
sThe milk-man hasn't carried me off yet.'
There was world of meaning in Willie's
countenance and voice. o. ssaa 3D.. 81.
sYou havn't whipped me for throwing my
cap out of the Window Aae t5sis, sFg s,7ssi;4a
sWillieH circulated the ast0nished mother.
sD'ye see that?' and the young rebel drew
from his apron pocket a fine mosaic breast
pin, which he had positively been forbidden
to touch, and held it up with q mingled look
of triumph and defiance. " H-e ",,-
sYou little wNtch = exclaimed Mrs. How
ard; 'this.is going too far;' and springing
towards her boy, she grappled him in her
arms and fled with him, struggling, from the
room. asss----.- --.-.+a- s...
/ 1t WAS q aquarter of an hour before she
returned, alone to the apartment where she
| had left her uncle. Her face was sober, and
her eyes betrayed recent tears. =. -.
sWheat or tares, Fanny p said the. old
gentleman, in kind but earnest tones, as his
niece come back. =. F.,..a., t.,. ,:
sTarcs,' was the half mournful response.
sWheat were better, Fanny. - I'm
Il see It, uncle.' ..+s -, -. - r.
.And you will look well in future to the
seed in your hand, ere you scatter it upon
the heart Of your child.' ID
sGod helping, ] will, dear upcle.' .s.l, :.
Remember, Fanny said Mr.. Lincoln,
sthat truth and obedience are good seed
Plant them, and the harvest time will come
in blessing. -, ..gs. s.,., ,I,,t
a. 81 hab always in my life, says Ce-
sar Hannibal, ssfound de gals to be fust in
lub, fust in quarrel, fust in de dance, fust
in de ice cream saloon, and de fust, best and
de last in de sick room! What would we
poor fellers do without dem? Lot us be
born as young, as ugly, and as helpless %
We please, and woman's arms am ready to
receive as she it am who puts close pom
our helpless naked limbs, and cubbers up
our foote's and toeses inlong flannel petit
nooto. and - che ~shns 80 ss~,.