The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1858-10-27
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/ please to help me minute, sister
I 20 don { disturb me, I'm reading, wa
The answer -!
/ sBut just hold this stick, won't you
while drive this pin through2'
Il can't now | want to finish this sto
ry,' said I, emphatically; and my littl.
brother turned away with disappointed
look, 10 search of somebody else to as
sist him.
| He was bright boy of ten years, anG
my only brother. He had been visiting
u young friend and bad seen q Windmill
and as soon as he came home his ener
gies were all employed 10 making small
one for he was always trying 10 make
tops, wheel barrows, kites aud all sorts
of things, such as boys delight in. He
with saw and jacknife. and now it only
needed putting together to complete it
-and his only sister had refused to as
sist him, and he had gone away with his
young heart saddened.l
thought of all this 10 few minutes
after he left me and my book gave me
no pleasure. 1t was not intentional un-
kindness, only thoughtlessness, for /
loved my brother and was generally kind
to him; still, had refused to help him
| would have gone after him and afford
ed the assistance he needed, but knew
he had found some one else. But I had
neglected an opportunity of gladdeuing
a childish heart.
In half an hour he came bounding in.
to the house, exclaiming, Come, Mary.
I've got it it up; just see how it goe.,P
His tones were joyous, and I saw te b I'd
forgotten my petulence, so determined
to atone by unusual kindness. I went
with him, and sure enough on the roof
of the woodhouse was fast ened minia.
ture wind mill, and the arms were whirl.
ing aronpd fast enough to suit aby boy.
I praised the windmill aud my little
brothers. ingenuity, and he seemed hap
Py aud entirely forgetful of my unkind
hess, aud / resolved, as had many times
before, to be always loving aud gentle.
A few days passed BY, aud the shad.
ows of great sorrow darkened our
dwelling. The joyous laugh and noisy
glee were husbed, and our merry boy lay
in darkened room with anxious faces
around him, his cheeks flushed and his
eyes unnaturalIy bright. Sometimes his
temples would moisten and his muscles
relax, aud then hope would come into
our hearts and our eyes would ELL with
thankful tears 1t was in one of these
deceitful Gains in his disease that he
heard tho noise Of his ffrttc wheel uudd
said, L hear my windmill.
docs it make your head ache p /
asked Shall we take it DOWN.
o me- replied he, it seems as if 1
we're out of doors, and it makes me feel
letter - .-
He mused moment, and then added
Don't you remember, Mary, that 1 want,
ed you to help me fx it, and you was
reading and told me you could not? But
it diin't make any difference, for NAM
ma helped me-
o, how sadly those words fell upon
my ear, and what bitter memories they
awakenedi How I repente !, as / kiss
cd little Franks forehead, that had
ever spoken unkindly to him. Hours of
sorrow went by, and we watched his
couch, hope growing fainter and fainter,
aud anguish deeper, until one week from
the morning on which he spoke of his
childish sports, we closed the eyes once
so sparkling, and folded his hands over
his pulseless breast. He sleeps now IN
the grave, aud home is desolate; but
the little windmill ,she works of his busy
hands, is still swinging in the breeze,
just where he placed it, Dpon theroof of
the old woodshed; and every time / see
the tiny arms revolving remember the
lost little Frank-and I remember also
the thoughtless, the unkind wordsl
Brothers and sisters be kind to each
other. Be gentle, considerate, aud low
ing. Examiner.