The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1859-03-24
From Arthur's Home Magazine.
.Aia In.aSaticElt Mother.

Two children, n boy aud girl, were play
ias happily together, and had been playing
in tho most p,rfoc: harmony for over an hour.
The pleasure Of one seemed to be the pleas
~, Of the other. If Amy suggested some
NV anus ,m,nt, John agreed in cheerful
gni h,,nor; and it was the same with Amy
i.h.r b.vs.iei proposed any change ia tlei,
s.',ris OK e.A.,.oy.a :nts r.s. -.... ...
'...s Us ilty VITA paper dds" sail Am
u last. g.osin, weary over th> toy hol;c
w.,icl th y hal been building.
Jv..i was ready for pspr dolls, or any
thing rlse his little com. .'sn;on might pro
,.e. 81 A ny brought from the closet ha
by"f ,,.i.,t. d.css"i. and t'lc.two children
SIT iowa upon tn, il,,r to .rrans, then up
@, the Il ,lrcs Of m,n a1l wo:l,a that wpye
aso contain. .d in the boS.
"bh, ia - sal | .AaY, aT>ctins tone Of
,A,ryancs. All my Floris dresses arc Out
o. 4, ,hion S',e mu t have one of the new
T.'mss bcf rs .c can go walking assl.,.--
" m't you paint me new dress and cloal;
FIR her, if cut the n outg"
y Nothing could have pleased John, at the
tins, better THAI thi. p,.li osal lie W mt
singing oif IN stairs for his paint-box, Will"
Amy trippM away, in the happies. M,
possible, To her mothers room, and comm ne
turning over the things In her work-baskst.
"What do you want thcrey' tn, m,th>r
sI,ae, in quick, angry tones.
Amy started, and drew back a step or two
firm the basket, her face flushing, and a
c'md darkcning tho pure brow on which the
sunshn, rested only moment bcfopc.
III want the scissors" answered the child.
"Well, you can't have them. So go away
with YOU"
~ want to cut some new dresses for my
Fiora," urged the child, again approaching
the basket, and diving her hand in among
tlp labyrinth of spools, tape, muslin, and
c,rl which 1t contained. A sudden change
hal come over her feelngs; and, in her
childish persistence, she lncant to obtain the
article desired.
"Didn't tell you that you couldn't have
tlemw exclaimed the mother, still further
losing temper, and, at the same time, catch
Ing Amy by the arm, and jerking her, with
considerable force, from the basket.
The child did not complain. She was not
one of the kind that make loud outcry ev
cry time their wishes are thwartetl. Yet
Isho did not feel this unkindness of her moth.
er any the less 1t fell like shadow upon
her young spirit, and dimm,d, for the tims
sil its brightness.
When Amy returned to the room in which
only few moments before she had parted
with her brother, her mood of mind was en-
tircly changed. He was already there, with
this box of paints, and sheet of white paper
from which to cut the new dresA Jbr LITTLE
Flora.
ibid you got the scissors p he asked.
"No;" answered Amy, poating her lips
and looking very una@iable.
"WhyY'
Mother wouldn't give them to mo-"
John looked disappointed. He stood, TO
ii tie while, looking now at the paint-bo,
and sheet Of paper in his hands, and now a
tina altered face of his sister. The sister will
whom he had been playing so swcetly for al
hsur.
"Ncver mind" he said. at length, in
comforting voice. "Flsra will have to wal
for her now cloak. She must wear one of he
Old dresses to-day. Here isa very handsom
one"
And STOPPING to the box on the floor, h
lited .herefrom green plaid walking dress
Flora will look handsome enough in this,
said he, in cheerful voice