The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1859-12-15
Frsm More's New Yorker.
A STORY FOR MOFHERs.

Mother, SAID girl OF ten years, 81
have done all the work you gave me
no.: may Willie aud go to Mr.. Gray's?''
II do wish You wou keep out OF tn,
way, and stop teasing" said the mother
as sha gave the dau -hter a push which
sent her reeiing against chair.
"Why, mamma" said vii Q. bright.
eyed, sturdy little fellow of five years
who had been busily engaged for an
hour, trying to make u wooden knife for
his sls'cr-"Why, mamma you promised
that We nigh; 20 to day, aud it sou don't
let Us, it Will be telling wrong story"
"Nell, do 30 along stay an hour, and
hope l shall have some peace when you
are gone
"Hurrah.' said Willie, Jumping up
Where's my cap?' Mamma, l can't
reach it,"
an warran. it-always something t,
hinder me; here, take your cap and so;"
and with the same impatient step aud
frowning brow which had been seen
all that day, the mother passed again to
her work
But Let US follow the children a, they
leave the house. Sarah walks along with
Il sad aud fearful tace-her's is a pecu-
Larry sensitive nature, and the harsh re-
proof SO often given is sure to cast a
shadow on her heart--and as Willie elan-
ces up into her face, rebeiious thoughts
arise, and bis eyes fash Indignantly as
esays, in a comforting tone,
Il wouldn't feel bad if mamma does
scold shall he biz man pretty soon,
aud then | will talk right back to her,
just as she does to US; and when get
rich enough | am going to buy horse
and carriage. aud yoa and pa saay ride
with me, but mamma shan't. cause she
amt good. May be she will grow old,
some time, and come to live with me,
Just as grand ma docs to eur house, and
if she talks to US so, I'll shut her up in
the dark, wouldn'. you"
Little does that mother think that she
is sewing seed in the young hearts which
shall spring up and yield "hundred
fold,' Of bitterness and sorrow.
Il
Ten years h-ye fed-let US again visit
that dwelling. Where is now the gentle
Sarah, W. ON every one thought SO sweet
tempered? She is there, but how chang
ed. In former years the angry reproof
W .uld have only caused food Of tears,
but as day after day, and year after year,
the harsh words fell upon her car, angry
feelings began to surge up, until her very
nature became changed, and she had
learned at las. to throw back the bitter
re.ort. Sadly darkened must be the soul
of that mother who thus wounds and
crushes the heart Of the sensitive, until
hatred takes the place Of love, aud the
evil genus presides where once heavenly
angels loved to enter. ,.,.
Bu, We miss the brave little Willie.
Where can our pet have flown! "ln
days Of yorc' his laughing eyes and sun
nv smile were the first to greet US; now
y. list in vain for his coming footstep
lie is a wandercr-exiled by his moth
cr's f.owns and irritableness, from an 9TH
erwise pleasant home.
Oh. mother how great an Influence
,hy tones Of voice possess! Are they
harsh and yltnperative, Are those ten
dor blssom entrusted to your care made
10 fee! that they are only trouble ana
hn,d,n2 Then murnur not, when the
frosrs of age have whitensd your locks
vheu your steps are slow and feeble, ana
oil the .elplessness Of afecond chiiooooo ,3e
.,e nnou yoa-you are treated IN IKE
manner. Unloyed-unhonored, II may
be-you will 90 down with sorrow to the
nut let us turn, kind reader, TO . pleas
onter scene. Go with me 70 inc mouse
&c Mr q The mother, = pleasant look
;ny ladv. is busily engaged with her NOR,
.n .,;n, duties. Hardly have VIC entered
ore tee sound Of little feet i heard, ana
o".,s Mamma says he, "George Lane ha.
;us. the prettiest new sled that ever ever
sav-it is painted all over, ana ms nahs hs
!. !, large letters on the side, and nc
a,. / should % home with him and
ride on it--may | go', ,, r.,,v.
"if you will be back in hall an nou. a
+ .h,ll want you then 10 do 40 errana
for mo. Here, let me tic your scar,
:. ..onnd your neck-be : good boy, ana
plsy pleasantly with George, 40" ana .he .h,
ppr;n,iog p1 q kiss upG his rosy l'P'' sns
turns again to her work. ... g
' Rnt shere is little Allie, the pc. o
-. honsehold !? The mother Ffpemoes
.hs. .as .ss has not s.se he. fol se,s;. .sss .9e /
The little rogue j. 10 some n'sen,s;;. n.;..:
.s,m. A.s alss she would not p 70 qu's''