The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1859-03-31

room, and commenced turning over the
things in her work basket.
"What do you want there p the
mother spoke, in quick, angry tones.
Amy started, and drew back step or
two from the basket, her face flushing,
and cloud darkening the pure brow on
which the sunshine rested only moment
before.
"I 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 Flora," urged the child, again ap-
preaching the basket, and diving her
hand in among the labyrinth of spools,
tape, muslin and cord which it contained.
A sudden change had come over feelings;
and, in her childish persistence, she
meant to obtain the article desired.
Didn't tell you that you couldn't
have them !" exclaimed the mother, still
further losing temper, and, at the same
time, catching 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 a loud out
cry every time their wishes are thwarted
Yet, she did not feel this unkindness OF
her mother any the less. 1t fell like a
shadow upon her young spirit, and dim
med. for time, all its brightness.
When Amy returned to the room in
which, only few minutes before. she
had parted with her brother, her mood
of mind was entirely changed. He was
already there, with his boy of paints and
a sheet of white paper, from which to
cut the new dresses for Flora.
"Did you get the scissors ?" he asked.
NO." answered Amy, pouting her
lips, and looking very unamiable.
"Why ?"
Mother wouldn't give them to me. y
John looked disappointed. He stood
for little while, looking now at the paint
box and sheet of paper in his hands, and
now at the altered face of his sister. The
sister with whom he had been playing so
sweetly for an hour.
Never mind" he said, at length, in
comforting voice. Flora will have
to wait for her new cloak. She must
wear one of her old dresses TO- day. Here
is handsome one''
And STOPPING to the box on the floor,
he lifted therefrom green plaid walking
dress. "Flora will look handsome
enough in this" said he, in cheerful
voice.
!" don't want to play at paper dolls.
Amy looked still more unlovely. The
frown on her brow was heavier, and heI
lips pouted to a degree that sadly marred
her childish features.
Johns face now became troubled. The
current of his feelings, which had beer
gliding along SO smoothly. with the sun
shine on its breast, commenced ripping
over stony obstructions. He sat dowr
upon the floor, beside the box Of paper
dolls, and in listless kind of way, com
menced turning over the figures ant
dresses. Presently he took up bonnet
and began bending the front of it back
wards though not in manner to iniur,
or disfgure it.
Don't do that p said Amy, curtly
You'll spoil the bonnet" And sh,
came quickly forward. and reached ou
her hand to take the small piece of painted
card board from her brother. John, in
stead of giving it up in kind way. wa
afhanatHfh fhfasat Tie s BONNET me- behind him ont be
reach.
/" Give it to me, John - The child
reddening face marked her quickly rising
anger.
But John did not yield. He still KEEP
the bonnet beyond her grasp.
"Ill tell mother, if you don't give m,
my dolls bonnet p cried Amy, with in
creased ill-nature.
g. Tell her don't care - replied tn,
boy.
Give me the bonnet -
:" won't until l please"
Mother !" Amy turned to the door
crying out in an imperative voice.
What do you want ?" The tone il
which this query was uttered, showed th,
mothers state of feeling to be quite a
much disturbed as that Of her children.
"John won't give me my dolls bon.
net p
John J" the mother called to hin
sharply.
I'm not hurting the bonnet - an