Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1858-05-20

4 given, and to. the ripening of who's
chpicely-fiavored fruit that father ha
\ looked with so much pleasure. TIL
| shape Of the tree was also matter {
pride with Uncle Florian. He ha
i pruned it for two seasons with a. care
ful attention to symmetry as well a
i fruit bearing, and / had more than one
! heard him speak of its almost perfec
Tears were in the eyes of my Cousin
i Aubryr as we came up to where he stoo'
gazing sadly upon the broken limb.
My aunt had heard the crash and fall
land came running out from the hous
with a frightened air. The moment sh
lcomprehended the nature of what ha,
foccarred she struck her hands togethel
passionately, and stung the already SUI
fermg mind of the boy with sharp, re
proving words. Aubry made no an
swer. Thep pain he felt was too sever,
to find much accession from this cause
Though any added pang was cruelty, ne
matter from what source it came.
s'lf it had been any other tree" said
Aubry. | was sitting by his side, try
fling to comfort him. an hour after the
accident eff it had been any other
tree would not have cared so much
But father valued this one so highly
ut was his favorite tree"
: 6 He .willnot be angry."sg ] was think
ing how very angry my own father
would have been under like circum.
rf1uooo onI 'hnuy SoxyoraIxr no x1rouI1
shave punished my brother had he been
guiltyof similar fault. seHe is always
50 eheerful-alwayssso ready to for
give" .....iy-.s.r ...;s s-y.e r5a. sn5,;
at isn't that, Cousin Hattie=-it isn' t
that" answered the boy, in troubled
voice. Itisnot his anger I fear" ~
n eWhat, then, have you to fear??" in
aulred. wssa 4& .g4
N"His sorrow, Cousin. All, Hattie!
that is worse than his anger He took
so much pride in this tree; and now it
is ruined forever!' -
I "Only single limb is broken. The
tree is not desHyed. There is much
fruit on it still, !" said, trying to com
fort him. -t.r ..,..
"It's beauty is gone" replied Aubry.
'S'That beauty which father produced
by such careful pruning. No, Hattie;
there is no bright side to the picture
All is dark" .... -. 4.
1t was in vain; we could not comfort
the unhappy boy, who spent therest of
the day alone, brooding over the event
which had so troubled his peace a..a
''There's your father now" | heard
my aunt say, little before sundown.--
She was speaking to Aubry, and her
voice had In it neither ENCOURAGEMENT
nor comfort. The breaking of the tree
had excited her anger, and she still felt
something ofunkindness. Hooked from
the window and saw Uncle Florian
alighting from his horse. His face was
turnad, toward us-his kind, good face.
that always looked as If the sun were
shining upon it. Aubry arose--he had
been sitting by table, with detected
air, his head resting upon his hand
and went out hastily to meet his
father. a. fs a sa aav.Tsa
81 hope" said my aunt, shat he will
give him good scolding; he richly de-
serves it. What business had he to
climb into that tree, and out upon SO
slender limb?o s a.r OK
i felt an almost breathless interest in
the meeting between my cousin and
Uncle Flor1an. had never seen that
mild face ciouded, but I was sure il
would be now. How could it help be
ing? Ills eeuntenanee, as he stood with
his hand resting upon the neck of his
horse, was still turned toward us, and
could see every varying expression
My breathing was nearly suspended al
| saw Aubry reach his father and look
up into his face. A little while he
talked to him, while. Uncle Florian lis
tened attentively. Every instant l ex
pected to see the cloud, but it came moi
to dim the light of cheerful Kindness ii
that almost angelic countenance. While
Aubry yet talked, earnestly, to his faith
er, one of the farm hands came out from
the stable and took the horse. Their
the two-father and son-came toward
the house; and as the former commenced
| speaking, III answer to the communica
ton which he had received | noticed
that he laid his hand upon the shoulder
of, Aubry in an afectionate way, and
drew him close to his side. They pass
ed nearthe broken plum-tree, but Meth
Ell looked at it. Il think Uncle Floriar
avoided a sight which just then,s coule
hardly have been met without. an un
| pleasant shock to his feelings. 80
Now, as ever, dear Uncle Florial
came in sunshine; and it was warn
enough and bright enough to chas'
away coldness and shadow even from
the heart and brow of my aunt, VIII,
could not forgive the offence of herboy
For every one my good uncle had ;!
smile or pleasant word. If in degre,
there was difference, it W as in fayof.o
Aubry, who seemed held to his father
side by some irresistible attraction. In
stead Of separating between him and hi
father, / think that httleunpleasaut even
drew them nearer together, and bonn,
their hearts closer by the magic tie %
love. =.
a. As turned my face homeward tina
evening felt that / had turned it ava
from the sunshine and so it was.
trifing fault of one of my brothers ha'
been visited by excessive punishment
I given in anger, and there was gloom i
the hoasehold-and not only gloom, bu
alienation, the germ of separation. s
I We were sitting, on the next mornin
at our late, silent, moody breakfast
silent and moody after rebuking word
from my father, who seemed only hal
satisfied with the punishment alread
meted out to my brother-when Tia
door opened, and cheerful voice sen
chord Of pleasant music yibratin
through the room, and a face that a
ways came in sunshine scattered, wit
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