The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1858-11-04
INTO THE SUNSHINE.
A STORY FOR PARENTS.
81 wish father would come home. .'

tone. and the face that looked up was sad
"Your father will be angry, said an
aunt, who was sitting in the room, with
a book in her hand. The boy raised
himselffrom the sofa, where he had been
lying in tears for half an hour, and with
a touch Of indignation in his voice, an
swered, o. 9a5 aa sad $50
He'll be sorry, not angry. Father
never gets angry 81 81 Isdl
For few moments the aunt looked at
the boy half curiously, and let her eyes
fall again upon the book that was in her
hand. The boy laid himself down upon
the sofa again, and hid his face from
sight. 'r.u Il, ssa +.
That's father now ~ He started up,
after the lapse of nearly ten minutes, as
the sound of a bell reached his ears, and
went to the room door. He stood there
a little while, and then came slowly back,
saying. with disappointed air,
1t isn't father. wonder what keeps
him so late. Oh, l wish he would come
home p -
You seem anxious to get deeper into
trouble,' remarked the aunt, who had
only been in the house for week, and
who was neither very amiable Eor very
sympathizing towards children. The
boys fault provoked her. and she con-
sidered him fit subject for punishment.
1 believe, Aunt Phoebe. that you'd
like to see me whipped" said the boy.
a little warmly &c but you won't"
= l must confess replied aunt Phe-
be, /" that l think that little wholesome
discipline of the kind you speak of would
not be out of place. II you were my
child, am very sure you wouldn't es-
cape" ...fa
Pm not your child: l don't want to
be. Fathers good, and loves me-"
If your father is so good, and loves
You SO well, you must be very migrate
full, or very inconsiderate boy. His
goodness don't seem to have helped you
much"
Hush, will you p calculated the boy,
excited to anger by this unkindn ess OIL
speech.
Phoebe !' it was the boys mother
who spoke now, for the first time. In an
under tone she added "a 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 left the sofa, and went to the sitting
room door.
+" It's father p and he went gliding
down stairs.
All. Richard !" was the kindly greet
ing, as Mr.. Gordon took the hand of hi.
boy. " But what's the matter, my son
You don't look happy"
Won't you como in here 90 Anc
Richard drew his father into the library
Mr.. Gordon sat down, still holding Rich
ards hand.
You are in trouble, my son. Wha
has happened 20
The eyes of Richard filed with tears
as he looked into his fathers face. He
tried to answer, but his lips quivered
Then he turned away, and opening the
door of the cabinet, brought out tn,
fragments of broken statute, which hat
been sent home only the day before, ane
set them on table before his father, ovel
whose countenance came instantly a shad
ow of regret.
"Who did this, my son ?" was asked
IN an even voice.
"I did it.'
How ?"
Z" threw my ball in there. once-on
ly once, in forgetfulness."
The poor boys tones were husky and
tremulous. M
Mr.. Gordon sat little while control
ing himself, and collecting his disturbed
thoughts. Then he said cheerfully-
What is done, Richard, can't b.
helped. Put the broken pieces away
You have had trouble enough about it,
can see--and reproof enough for youl
houghtlessness-so shall not add ,
word to increase your pain. aa
"Oh. father!" and the boy threw hi,
arms about his fathers neck. You arc
SO kind-so good !"
Five minutes later, and Richard en-
tered the sitting room with his father
Aunt Phoebe looked up for two shadowe,
faces, but did not see them. She wa
puzzled.
' That was very unfortunate. sh,
said, little while after Mr.. Gordon cam
in. Z" 1t was such an exquisite work o
art. Is il hopelessly ruined ="