The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1858-11-20

would break. And why? o, her mother
had promised her on that Saturday evening,
when she went out to do her errands, that
she would buy her a pair of bright red
shoes, and she would wear them to church
the next day, but had come home without
them, not because her purse had failed, but
cause she had forgotten them. And she re-
membered too, that the little girl had said,
the next Monday morning, when the shoes
were tossed into her lap, I'm glad to get
them now, but | aint halfso glad as should
have been, had got them when you prem
ised them. If ever | get to be woman,
and have little boy or girl, and make them
promise, III keep it just when said
would, cause there is no use in promising if
you DON'T
Memory is a beautiful monitor sometimes.
1t was now. The achoes of her own sobs.
OF her own voice, came pealing back to Mrs.
Lee through the long, dim aisles of the past,
and as they swept the chords of the heart,
they woke such low sweet music tones. that
the good angel who lay there half sleeping,
half waking, bestirred itself right cheerly,
and with its sunny wings troubled the deep
fountain till the healing wave rose with a
pure white crest.
Awhile sat Mrs. Lee with her pretty dress
upon her lap, her needle in her hand; but it
was only little. With swcetcr look up
on her face than it had worn for many u
day, she rolled up the bundle, and laying it
carefully away, unfolded another. and the
one too, that contained her boys longed for
pants, and was soon stitching away at them,
ds though she were working for wages.
About two hours after, little Harry came
back, his feet and hands stiff with the cold
play he had boen engaged in, but his cheeks
rosy with leaping pulses. What bright
flash quivered in his eyes rs they fell upon
his mothers work? He forgot that he was
tired and almost frozen, but with one bound
sprang to her side, and clasping her waist,
neck, arms, and showering her face with
kisses, cried out joyfully, Iknew you would,
| knew you would-such a good mother as
you would never say thing and not do it.
o., am so glad shan't be a'pitch- patch
no longer. o, good, good, I'm going to
have some new pants
Didn't the mothers fingers fly merrily af-
ter that? | guess if you had seen them,
you would have thought so. And | guess
when in the latter part of the afternoon,
Harry stepped proudly about in his new
pants, 1t would have been pretty hard to say
which was the happiest, son or mother, al
belt, the shabby merino dress wasall the
one she had to wear the next day at Mrs.
Nason's party.
80, dear, I've got the best mother in the
whole world,' shouted he to his father as
! he came in to tea; Just the re,y best, and
no mistake either. Don't you think, father,
she wanted ever so much to sew her own
dress. to wear to the party, and wouldn't
and didn't though, cos you see she'd prom
iscd to make my new pants the next time it
showed. III pay her, though, when | get
to be Il man; III do something for her that
will make her glad, see if | don't.'
Il wouldn't be so proud of my pants if
they were new said Sallic, rs after the ia
BILE was cleared, little Harry marched up
and down the room, trying to keep time to
! the tune his father was whstllng.
Il guess YOU would, Miss Sis, then, if YOU
was me, and had wanted pair rs lony
had. | have got a right to BE- proud OF
them and thrusting a hand into each pock-
ct, he drew up his little form to its utmost
height, and resumed his march.
'Wcll, but my Sunday school teacher,
said little Nell, 'told US We must never be
proud of our clothcs.'
We'll, | guess if she'd worn patched
trousers As long as | have, she would be
proud when she first got on IL new pair, coz,
she couldn't help it. | amt really proud;
either said the little fellow, after Il mo-
ments thouchtfuIneSs, 'tut I'm dreddtui
glod, though, I've got them. And III just
tell YOU, Miss Nell, am very proud Of the
mother that made them, COS know she
didn't want to do them bit; but she did
do them, cos she'd promised, and was Sc
good she wouldn't tell story
'Bub's new pants seem to have made him
perfectly happy said the husband to the
wife, when little Harry had again crept un-
der his shelterng blankets. 1T is strange
what q trtle will satisfy the heart Of a child.
a trife will satisfy, and a trillo will al
most break it, responded the wife solemnly
'f we parents would only remember often
cr than we do, the Joys and sorrows of oul
childhood. our children would oftener thar
than thcv do. rise up and call US blesscdr