The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1858-08-04
WHEAT Or TARES.

81 w neat or areS-Wnlcn are you SO
'e ing, Fanny dear, in the mind of this Ii
}. tie fe1low?" said Uncle Lincoln to
a niece, Mrs Howard and he lifted a chill
d not beyond his fourth summer upon b
o knee, and laid ono of his hands ami
e the golden curls that fell about his necl
g and clustered about his snowy temples
: "Wheat, I trust. Uncle Lincoln,
3 replied Mrs Howard, smiling yet ser
? GUS. "It is the enemy who sows tare
am his mother"
!, There was a glow of proud feeling i
the counteDance of Mrs. Howard, as sh
said, az am his mother"
1t was Mr.. LiDcoln's first visit to hi
, niece since her marriage and removal t.
city some hundred miles aWay from
her old home.
"Even a mothers hand may SOY
tares," said the old gentleman. 81 hav
seen it done many times. Not of desigr
but in thoughtless inattention to tn,
quality of seed she held in her hand
The enemy mixes tares with the whea
Iquite as often as be scatters evil seed
The husbandmau must not onlywatch hi
fields by night and day, but also the re-
positories of his ground, lest the enemy
cause him to sow tares as we'll as wheat
upon his own fruitful ground"
'Willie," said Mrs. Howard, speak
ing to her little boy, about ten minutes
afterwards, don't upset my work basket.
stopl 1 say you little roguel"
Seeing that the wayward child did
not mean to heed her words, the moth
er started forward, but not in time to
prevent the spools of cotton, scissors
emery cushion, SC from being scattered
about the floor.
Willie laughed in great glee at this
exploit, while Mrs. Howard gathered up
the contents of the work basket, which
she now placed on the shelf above the
reach of her mischievous boy. Then
she shook her finger at him in mock re-
sentiment, saying:
"You little sinner! IF you do that
again, I'll send you off with the milk
man."
"Wheat or tares, Fanny" Uncle
Lincoln looked seberly at his niece:
Neither" replied Mrs. Howard smi-
ling gaily;
'Tares,' said Uncle Lincoln emphati-
oally.
Nonsense, Uuclep
The tares of disobedience, Fanny.
Y ou have planted the seed, and it has
already taken root. Nothing will choke |
out the wheat sooner. The tares of
falsehood you also throw in upon the
newly broken soil. What are you
about, my child?'
The tares Of falsehood, Uncle Lin
colu! What are you thinking about?'
said Mrs. Howard, in real surprise.
Did you not say that you would send
him off with the milkman if he did that
again? wonder if he believed you?'
OF course he did rot
Then said Uncle Lincoln, che has
l'ready discov .red thaf,his mother makes
but light account of truth. Will his !
mother be surprised If he should grow
Up to set small value on his word?
You treat this matter too seriously,
Uncle lie knows that am only play
ng with him.
He knows that you are telling him
shat is not true,' replied Mr.. Lincoln.
It was only in SPORT said Fanny,
,ersistently.
But in sport with sharp-edged instru-
nents-playing with deadly poisons.'
The old gentleman looked and spoke
With the seriousness that oppressed his
ceilings. Fanny! Fanny! Truth and
bedience are good seeds; falsehood and
lisobedience are tares from the Evil
)ne. Whatever you plant in the gar
len of your child will grow, and the
arvest will be wheat or tares, just as
ou have sown.'
Mrs Howard did not reply, but her
took on sober cast.
'Willie,' said she, few minutes af-
erwards, go down to Jane, and tell her
o bring me glass of water
Willie, who was amusing himself with
ONE pictures, looked up on hearing his
anne. But as he did not feel like 60
ng off to the kitchen, he made no re-
ponse, and let his eyes turn to the
ictures in which he had become inter.
sted.
sWillie!' Mrs. Howard spoke with
ecision, did you hear me?'
Il don't want to 60, answered Willie.
Go this minutep
L am afraid
Afraid of what?' inquired the mother.
Afraid of the cat
NO, you are not. The cat never !
urt you or any body else.'
Il am afraid of the milkman. You G
aid he would carry me off,
The milkman is not down stairs, said I
Irs. Howard, her face beginning to
rimson; 'he only comes in the morning.
Yes, he is. 1 heard his wagon a
tile while ago, and he's talking with
ane now. Don't you hear him?' said
le little fellow with remarkable skill,
aving all the resemblance of truth in -"
is tone, and expression.
Mrs. Howard did not look up, towards v
er Uncle; she was afraid to do that. a
Willie the mother spoke very seri-
1sly, you know the milkman is not
own stairs, and you know that you are II
ot afraid of the cat. What you said, a
lerefofe, is not TRUE; and it is wicked
utter falsehood.'
'Ho! hop laughed out the bright eyed d
tile fellow, evidently amused at his a
5n sharpness, 'then you are wicked, il
r you say that which is not true every t.
ly.' n
'Williep
The milkman has not carried me off
IT. C
There was a world of meaning in =
lilies face and voice. =,
you haven't whipped me for throwing g
y cap out of the window I"
'Willie!' calculated the astonished
other.
tO,ra GOO tbat2, and the vouno rebel &c