The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1858-08-26

III was only IN SPORT SAID Fanny,
persistentIy.
"But in sport with sbarp-edged in
strumonts-playing with deadly poi
sons" The old gentleman looked and
spoke with the seriousness that op-
pressed his feelings "Fannyl Fanny
Truth aud obedience are good seeds;
falsehood and disobedence 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 oountcnance took on a sober cast.
"Willie, said she, few minutes af-
terwards, ego down to Jane, and tell
her to bring me a glass Of water"
Willie, who was amusing himself
with some pictures, looked up on hear
ing his name. But as he did not feel
like going of to the kitchen, he made
no response, and let his eyes turn TO
the pictures, in which he had become
much interested.
"Willie" Mrs Howard spoke with
decision, "Did you hear me?"
"I don't want to 60, answered Willie
"Go, this minute"
"I am afraid"
"Afraid Of what2" inquired his moth
er.
"Afraid of the cal"
"No, you are not The cat never
hurt you or anybody else"
"I 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 crimson; che only comes in the
morning"
ayes, he is I heard his wagon
little while ago, and he's talking with
Jano now. Don't you hear him?" said
the little fellow, with remarkable skill,
having all the resemblance of truth in
his tone and expression.
Mrs. Howard did not look up to-
ward her uncle; she was afraid to do
that.
"Willie, the mother spoke very Sc
riously,-"you know that the milkman
is not down stairs, and you know that
you arc not afraid of the cat What
you said, therefore, is not true; and it
is wicked to utter a falsehoOd"
"Hol ho" laughed out the bright
eyed little fellow, evidently amused at
his own sharpness, "then you are wick
ed, for you say that which is not true
every day"
"Willie!"
"The milkman has not carried me off
yet"
There was a world of meaning in
Willie's face and voice.
"You haven't whipped me for throw
ing my cap outof the window"
"Williel" calculated the astonished
mother.
'D'ye see that?" and the young reb-
el drew from his apron pocket fine mo-
sale breast-pin, which he had positively
been forbidden to touch, and held it up
with a mingled look Of triumph and de-
fance.
"You little wretch" exclaimed Mrs.
Howard, "this is going too far" and
springing towards her boy, she Crap
pied him ia her arms, and hed with her
struggling burden from the room.
It was quarter 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.
''Wheat or tares, Fanny" said the
old gentleman, in kind but earnest
tones, as his niece came back
"Tares," was the half-mournful re-
sponse.
"Wheat were better, Fanny"
"I see it, Uncle"
"And you will look we'll in future to
the seed in your hand, ere you scatter
it upon the heart of your child?"
"God helping, I will, dear Uncle"
"Remember, Fanny" said Mr.. Lin
coin; "that truth and obedience are good
seed. Plant them, and the harvest
will come in blessings"