Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1858-10-12
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The Two Sabbath Keepers.

"George, what look have you there?''
lone of D'Aubigne's, father"
"Put it up, my son; take your Bible; il
is the holy Sabbath
80! but father this is 80 good! it tells OF
the Reformation, and Christians, and per-
secutions; am so much interested in it. "
Put it up my son, it is Gods holy day;
take your Bible or your hymn book, or
else sit still and think; it is distracting to
the mind to read such things"
90! father-I-."
Mind me, SIR"
There was no appeal from this sernly
spoken command; SO George, with hasty
step, flushed face. and with an angry heart,
put up his favorite volume, but he would
not take the Bible. Instead, he hurried
to a sofa in distant part of the room, and
threw himself upon it, sullen and thinking
ungenerous thoughts Of his father. "He
don't care anything about reading" he
said mentally but passionately; he never
read this story, and don't know how good
It is nor how much one learns. think
dump and stupid-that do-and won t
read the Bible. for he never explains it to
me. O! dear, ]. wish I could go to sleep"
Mr.. Allen had looked round once to see
If his son was obeying him. and merely
remarking Don't leave that place, sir. 4"
he threw his silk handkerchief his face
again and slept.
1t was warm summers day. The
windows were all open, and through two
Of them tha arbor in the garden looked
very cool and inviting. "If l had only
gone out there with my book" grumbled
the boy, ''he never would have seen me;
and l know it's no harm to read D Au-
bigne; mean to ask the minister"
JUS, then there was great noise. In
came little Archy with the kitten and a
pasteboard box. Kitty was running in
great glee, SO WAS Archy Their moi Sc
awakened Mr., Allen. .ls-.
"What is that?" he cried sternly.
me and kit. father; see, kit is riding
me to church; get up, you cal" and away
they gallopOd again. .
"Stop that, you wicked boy; unharness
the kitten, or shall whip you severely.
Bad boy, do you know it's the holy Sab
? bath?''
kitty WAS tired sittin' still--and /,
too" cried Archy, pouting. rs he stood
intent on the kitten. "'tain't wicked"
Take that kitten out!'' cried Mr.. Allen,
reluctantly sPrinping up from his chair,
land after that come here and sit on this
stool, and ifyou stir III whipyou severely,
cir. o. the wickedness of childreniI''
he crisd, grosning to himself, they hate
goodness. cant make them comprehend
that this is the Lords day"
A sweet voice was heard singing in the
next room, and softly the words foated
II. III IL >
"Catherine!" cried Mr.. Allen.
A young girl appeared.
''Catherine, are you singing q song?'
IL was singing He doeib all things
we'll, fafher.is.- was tlIera.her .limid reply
THAT isn't the question; wasn't yo'
singing song?"
II believe, sir, it is-though something
ofa sacred song. love it very much
Yes, the carnal mind loves all sucl
things" replied Mr.. A lien, testify. :"
wish, Catherine, you would reserve you
songs for the rest of the week. This il
the Lords day! you are not even to thinl
your own thoughts. Go, sing Broad i
the road that leads to DEATH beiev
you are all in ito, dear''
Catherine disappeared, but no swee
sounds and tender sentiments, soothing
and hallowed, came from the other room
all was silent, while George said to himself
How fatherdoes grumble on the Sabbath
Seems to me he loves to seold best on ths
day. wonder if,that is keeping it?" an
little Archy, twisting himself like an ecI
on the low seat appointed him, stretching
his mouth, pulling his cars and yawning
set himself at last 70 picking out the pin
threads Of his ckaod making mat G
them. Z - - 60
II wonder where Mary is?'s' though
George to himself; 30! dear-1'h 8
tired"
Mary. alas, was pcrched up in the he
garnet. close 70 pane Of glass set in tn
roof, reading long hidden book, unwhole
some a, the dumps Of the charne house
and destructive of all morality.
Father. ulayR't ] just walk in tn
garden n litle?'' asked George, hunlbl,
His father had finished his nap, and Wa
pow moving to and frn. humming snste
pf eome psalm iHne.
..No. sir; how oftsp baFe ] forbilde
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