Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1858-08-26

Mrs. Howard; and he lifted child, not
beyond his fourth summer, upon his knee,
and laid one of his hands amid the golden
curls that fell about bis neck, and clus-
tered around his snowy temples.
"Wbsat, trust, Uncle Lincoln, !" replied
Mrs. Howard, smiling. yet serious. at is
the enemy who sows tares-and am his
mother"
There was q glow Of proud feeling in the
countenauce Of Mrs. Howard. a. she said,
II am his mother"
twas Mr.. Lincoln's first visit to his niece
since her marriage and removal to city
some hundred miles away from her old
home.
"Even mothers hand may SOW tares,"
said the old gentleman. II have seen it
done many times. Not of design, but in
thoughtless inatten.ion TO the quality of
seed she held in her hand. The enemy mix
es tares with the wheat quite as often as
he scatters evil seed. The husbandman
must not only watch his fields by night
and day, but also the repositories OF his
ground, lest the enemy cause him to SOW
tares as we'll as wheat upon his own fruit
full ground"
"Willie," said Mrs. Howard, speaking to
her little boy, about ten minutes afterwards
"don't upset my work basket; stop, say.
you little rogue!"
Seeing that the wayward child did not
mean to heed her words, the mother star
ted forward, but not in tim e to prevent The
spools Of Gotten, scissors, emery cushion,
&c, from being scattered about the floor.
Willie laughed in great gIee at this ex
plot while Mrs. Howard gathered up the
contents of the work basket, which she
now placed on the shelf above the reach
of her mischievous boy. Then she shook
her finger at him in mock resentment, say.
ing,
"You little sinner! If you do that again
Ill send you off with the milk man.
"Wheat or tares, Fanny?' Uncle Lin.
coin looked soberly at his niece.
Neither" replied Mrs. Howard, smiling
gayly.
"Tares," said Uncle Lincoln. em pha,i-
cally.
"Nonsense, Cncle!"
"The .ares Of disobedience, Fanny
You have planted the seed and it has al.
ready taken root. Nothing will choke out
the wheat sooner. The tares Of falsehood
you also throw in upon the newly broken
soil. What are you thinking about, my
child?'
The tares Of falsehood, Uncle Lincoln?
What are you thinking about?" said Mrs.
Howard, in real surprise.
"Did You not say that you would send
him of with the mlkman if he did that
again? ] wonder i he talcved your
"Of course he did not"
"Theu," said Uncle Lincoln, "he has al.
ready discovered that his mother makes
but light account Of truth Will his moth.
er be surprised if he should grow up to Sc.
small value on his word ?"
"You treat this matter to seriously, Tn.
Gle. He knows that l ON only playing
with him.
"He knows that you are telling him what
is not true,' replied Mr.. Lincoln.
81. was only in sport" said Fanny, per
sistently.
But in sport with sharp edged instru.
ments-playing with deadly poisons." The
old gentleman looked and spoke with the
seriousness that oppressed his feelings.
"Fanny Fanny Truth and obedience
are good seed. Falsehood and disobedi
ence are tares from the Evil One. What.
ever you plant in ths 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 coun
tenance took on sober cast
"Willie," said she, few minutes after,
wards, "go down to Jane, and tell her to
bring me glass Of water"
Willie, who was amusing himself with
some pictures, looked up, on hearing his
name, but, as he did not feel like going off
to the kitchen, he made no response, and
let his eyes turn to the pictures in which
he had become inter ested.
"Willie" Mrs. Howard spoke with de.
cision, "did you hear me?'
II don't want to 60" answered Willie.
Go this miuute!'
I'm afraid
"Afraid Of whst?" inquired the mother.
"Airaid Of the cat"
"No, you are not. The cat never hurt
you or anybody else.
"lm afraid Of the milkman. You said
he would carry me off,
"The milkman is not down stairs" said
Mrs. Howard, her face beginning to erin.
son, "he only comes in the morning.
"Yes, he is. heard his wagon little
while ago, and he's talking with Jane now
Don't you hear him?" said the little fellow
With remarkable skill, having all the re-
scmblancc Of truth in his tone and express
sion.
Mrs. Howard did not look towards her
Uncle, she was afraid to do that.
willie the mother spoke very serious
ly, "you know that the milkmaa is not
down stairs, and you know that you arc
NOT afraid .! the cat. What you have said,