Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1858-09-09
Neither, replied Mrs. Howard, smiling

ally. -. 9,'1s = -
Nonsense, Uncle.'
: The tares of disobed;ence, Fanny. You
have planted the seed. and it has already
taken root Nothing viii choke out the
wheat sooner. The tares of falsehood you
also THROWN upon the newly broken soil
What are you thinking about. my child?
The tares Of falsehood. Uncle Lincoln
what are you thinking about?' said Mrs.
Howard in real surprise. 'a@ 'l
Did you not say you would send him
of with the milkman if he did that again?
| wonder if he believed your 81 rs
'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 moth
er be surprised if he should grow up to set
small value on his word!
You treat this matter too seriously, I'm
Gle. He knows that was only playing
with him.
He knows that you are telling him
what is not true,; replied Mr.. Lincoln.
1T was only in 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
reriousness that oppressed his feelings
Fanny! Fanny! Truth and obedience are
good seed. Falsehood and disobedience
are tares from the Evil One. Whatever
you plant in the garden of your child will
grow, and the harvest will be wheat or
tares just as you have sown.'
Mrs. Howard did not reply, but her
countenance took on a sober cast.
Willie said she few moments after
wards, go down to Jane and tell her to
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 of
to the kitchen. he made no response, and
let his eyes return to the pictures in which
he had become interested.
'Willie!' Mrs. Howard spoke with decis-
ion, did you hear me?'
L don't want to CO. answered Willie.
Go this minute!'
Il am afraid
afraid of what?' inquired the mother
afraid Of the cat
No, you are not. The cat never hurt
you or any body else.'
L am afraid of the milkman. You said
he would carry me off,
The milkman is not down stairs said
Mrs. Howard, her face beginning to Grim
son; he only comes in the morRing.'
Yes he is. heard his wagon little
while ago, and he is talking with Jane
now. Don't yon hear him?' said the little
fellow, with remarkable skill, having al
F, the senblance of truth in his tone and ex
preston.
Mrs. Howard did not look towards hel
! Uncle; she was afraid to do that.
Willie, the mother spoke very serious
ly, you know that the mlknan is no. dowr
stairs, and you know that you are no
afraid of the Cat. What you have sait
therefore is not true; and it is wicked to ut
ter falsehood.'
'Hol ho!' laughed out the bright eyet
little fellow, evidently amused at his owl
sharpness; then you are wicked for yol
e say that which is not true evey day.
'Willie?' lef
The miIkman has not carried me OF
0 yet
r There was world of meaning in Willie
face and voice. sa
> You havan't whipped me for throwing
t my cap out of the window
n 'Williep CALCULATED the astonished moth
f er. rfI
S 'D'ye see that?' and the young rebl
: drew from his pocket fine mosaic breast
! pin, which he had positively been forbide1
to touch, and held it up with look of tri
: umph and defiance.
:, you little witch!' exclaimed Mrs. How
: ard, this is going too far and springinI
towards her boy. she grappled him in he
: arms. and fed with her struggling burde
from the room.
1t was quarter Of All hour before sh
returned alone to the apartment where sh
y had left her Uncle. Her face was sobe
u and her eyes betrayed recen. tears.
wheat or tares, Fanny said the ol
> gentleman, in earnest tones, as his nice
came back.
a 'Tares,' was the half mournful re
q sponse.
9 wheat were better. Fanny
e L see it, Uncle
Il And you illlook in future to. the see
in your hand, ere you. scatter itupon til