The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1858-12-04
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s'Please to help me a minute, sister"
go don't disturb me, Pm reading" was
the answer.
s'But just hold this stick, won't you, while
drive this pin through ?"
81 can't now, want to finish this story,o
said emphatically and my little brother
turned away with disappointed look in
search Of somebody else to assist him.
lie was a bright boy of ten years, aud my
only brother. He had been visiting young
friend, and had seen wind mill, and as soon
as he came home his energies were all en-
ployed in making o small one !; for he was al
ways trying to make tops, wheel-barrows,
kites, and all sorts Of things, such as boys
delight in. lie had worked patiently all the
morning with saw and jack knife, and now
it only needed putting together TO complete
it, and his only sister had refused to asset
him, and he had gone away with his young
heart saddened.
thought Of all this In the fifteen minutes
after he left me, and my book gave me no
pleasure. 1t was not intentional unkindness
only thoughtlessness, for loved my brother,
and was generally kind to him; still had re-
fused to help him. would have gone after
him and afforded the assistance he needed, but
| knew he had found some one else. But |
had neglected an opportunity Of gladdening
q childish heart.
Ia half an hour he came bounding into the
house, exclaiming, .sCome, Mary, I've got it
up just see how II goesw His tones we're
joyous, and saw that he had forgotten my
petulance, so determined TO atone BY unu
sual kindness. | went with him, and sure
enough on the roof Of the woodhouse Was
fastened II miniature windmill, and tho arms
were whirllng around fast enough to suit any
boy. ! praised the windmill and my little
brothers ingenuity, and he seemed happy
and entirely forgetful Of my unkindness, and
! resolved, as had many times before, to be
always loving and gentle.
A few days passed by, and the shadow Of
great sorrow darkened our dwelling The
joyous laugh and noisy glee we're hushed, and
our merry boy lay in darkened room with
anxious faces around him, his cheeks flushed
and his eyes unnaturally bright. Sometimes
his temples would moisten and his muscles
relax, and then hope would come into our
hearts, and cur eyes would fill with thankf al
tears. Ii was in one OF these deceitful Gains
in his disease that he heard the noise Of HE
little wheel, and said, 81 hear my wind mill y
= Cos i make ycu. head ..5asa 80 ASKED
"Shall We take it down" sob no,n re-
piled no SIT seems as il | were out Of doors,
and it makes me feel better.''
| He unused moment and then added -
"Don't you remember, Mary, that wanted
you to help me fix it, and you was reading
and told mo you could not? But it didn',
make any difference, for mamma helped me
do it,"
@, how sadly those words fell upon my ear
and what bitter memories they awakened -
How repented, al kissed little Frank,
forehead, that had ever spoken unkindly TX
him. Hours Of sorrow went by, and ",
watched his couch, hope growing fainter ant
/ fainter, and anguish deeper, until, one weel
from the morning on which he spoke Of BIZ
childish sports, We closed the eyes once 81
sparkling, and folded his hands over hi
| pulseiess heart. lie sleeps now in the grave