The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1859-01-06
Into the Sunshine.
BY I. s. ARTHUR.

CT wish father would come home"
The voice that said this had trou-
bled tone, and the face that looked up
was sad.
"Your father will be very angry"
said an aunt, who was sitting in the
room with a book in her hand. The
boy raised himself from the sofa, where
he had been lying in tears for half an
hour, and with touch of indignation
IN his voice, answered:
"He'I be sorry, not angry. Father
never gets angry"
For a few minutes the aunt looked at
the boy half curiously, and let her
eyes fall again on the book in her hand.
The boy laid himself down on the sofa
again, and hid his face from sight.
"That's father now!" He started
up after the lapse of nearly ten minutes
as the sound of bell reached his ear,
and went to the room door. He stood
there for a little itttiie wiiiiiie, and ttnen came
slowly back, saying with disappointed
air:
cit isn't father. l wonder what
keeps him so late. Oh, / wish he would
come"
"You seem anxious to get deeperin-
to trouble" remarked the aunt, who
had only been in the house for week,
who was not very amiable nor very
sympathizing towards children. The
boys fault had provoked her, and she
considered him fit subject FOR puish.
ment.
Il Iviieve, aunt Phoebe, that you
would like to see me whipped" said
the boy, little warmly. ''But YOU
won't"
"I must confess" replied aunt
Phoebe, ''that l think little whole
some discipline of that kind you speal
of would not be out of place. If yor
were my child, l am sure you wouldn'
escape" -e
81 am not your child; / don't wan
to be. Fathers good, and loves me.
eff your father is so good, and love-
you so well, you must be very migrate
full, or a very inconsiderate boy. Hi
goodness don't seemed to have helped
you much"
"Hush, will you?'' calculated tn
boy, excited to anger by this nnkind
ness of speech.
"Phebe % 1t was the boys mothe
who spoke now, for the first time. Il
an under tone added: "You are wrong
Richard is suffering quite enough, an
you are doing him harm rather tha
good"
/ Again the bell rang, and again th
boy left the sofa, and went to the si1
ting room door.
It's father p and he went glidin
down stairs.
"Ah, Richard p was the kindl
greeting, as Mr.. Gordon took the han
of his boy. s'But what is the matte
my son? you don't look happy.
Won't you come in here % An
Richard drew his father into the libr'
ry. Mr.. Gordon sat down still holdin
, Richards hand.
"You are in trouble, my son, VIII:
!; has happened?" e
The eyes of Richard hlled with teal
as he looked into his fathers face. II
tried to answer but his lips quivere'
Then he turned away, and opening tn
door of the cabinet, brought out tn
fragments of a broken statue, whlc
f had been sent home only the day b
! fore, and set them on table before b
d father, over whose countenance can
a instantly shadow of regret.
"Who did this, my son ?" was aske
T in any even voice. se
!, {" 4 did it." sT .bsles5
elbow ?"
r "I threw my ball in there, once
+ only once, in forgetfulness"
The poor boys tones were husky al
ltremulous. .t
Il A little while Mr.. Gordon sat, co
trolling himself, and collecting his d
tie turbed thoughts. Then he said chez
a. a. fully - ss9r ta
Of what is done, Richard, can't
helped, put the broken pieces ava
q You have had trouble enough about
ID I can see-and reproof for yo
,s thoughtlessness-so 1 will not add
- word to increase your pain"
in "Ah, father !" And the boy thrt
e his arms about his fathers neck. "Yo
are so kind-so good!"
I'd Five minutes later and Richard G
!. 8 tered the sitting room with his faith
IN Aunt Phoebe looked up for two 81
dowed faces, but she did not see the