Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1859-04-29
From l.ifo illustrated.
HARRY'S LESSON.

"Oh dear, what a cold day lt 10 ono might
as we'll live in Greenland" grummbled Harry
Browne, drawing his face into the shape of a
rheumatic nut cracker, as ho came down to
breakfast on a glorious February morning, when
the sun was beginning to turn tho icicies into
diamonds, and keen, cutting wind was driv-
ing whirlwinds of sparkling snow kilher aud
thither.
''This coffee has not bit ofheat in il; there's
nothing on the table to tempt my appetite.
don't see what makes me so uncomfortable this
morning; think it must be the cold"
HarTy's mother knew what it was perfectly
well--it was not the first time the young gen
tlemen's uncomfortable feelings" had kept the
whole family circle, fguratiyely speaking, on
pins and needles
"Hany," said she mildly, n wish you would
overcome this habit Of fault.fnding. do not
think you appreciate al the advantages You en-
joy; or you would not magnify every little
drawback as you do" 4t.H8t-
~ don't see that have such wonderful
number Disadvantages, 'muttered Harry, in rath.
er suriy tone; "kept studying in school till
my brain reels like red-hot stew pan; sent on
errands when am at home, and.eulled around
oe generally by the girls; called in always Just
when teagin to bo engaged in skstngi can {
have watch 'SHacAuso I'm not old enough to
take care of il, and l,nusn't think Of new sled
because Pm getting too o,1t Tor IT. Advantages
hey 7"
His mother could not help laughing In spite
Of herself
"What o very unfortunate hoy you are, " sAid
she.--"But, Harry, it is time You were of for
school Come get your books together"
Immediately the forehead wrinIled up again,
until, as his sister whispered, it looked like an
old quilt
al don't think I'd better 60 to school to-day
NJ. head aches little, and don't feel very
vail Besides IL is so eold.n 4y
"No,, sense, Harry, go along When doyOu
ever expeot to make man, If you stay at home
from school Tor every imaginary ache or pain ~
Harry felt te .'ribly aggrleVed
sI really don't feel able to goi besides was
go sleepy last night, ] iorgot to study my
Latin"
81 told you how it wSuld be if you stayed out
so late skating with the other boys!"
As dsrnier resort, Harry appealed 20 MS
father.
"Father need go to school if my head
achesl"
"NO, certainly not, If you don't feel well, my
son." replied Mr. Browne, who had been too
much absorbed in his letters to hear or heed
any of the previous conversation.
Harry looked tFiumphantly at his mother who
replied;
very we'll only il you remain at home,
Harry, wish you would put away some Of
your things, There are your new shoes lying
in the chair is that the place for themr
The shoes were a new bone of contention.
"Nothing but old fashioned cafskn,D growl-
ed Harry ~ should think you might have got
me something q little nicer. Jim Jones' moth
sr just bought him pair Of real patent leather
Congress gaiterB,"
"COms here a minute. Harry, "sad his mother
who was standing at the window; and as he
grumblngly obeyed, she pointed across the
street to where ragged beggar boy Of about his
own age was picking his way over the frozen
snow, with his barelpurplo toes peeping through
the tattered coverings Of his feet
"Dont you think that poor fellow would be
thankful for the call-skin shoes that you des-
plsel" she asked.
Harry didn't know what to say, so he'made
no answer at all, and turned to his father, who
was Putting on his oVeTcoat TO go down town.
"Father may 60 to the office with yOul"
81 thought you were not we'll enough 10 90 |
out"
"Oh" said Harry, cOloringa "a little, 'going to |
school TO study hard, and going down 10 the |
Office with you, are two different things'
A cheerful assent was given, and so Master
Harry spent the morning orouched down ia
'lg easy chair before his fathers office fire, his
shows on his knees, and newspaper spread
spen before him-a profitable way for a boy of
fourteen to while away the hours
'' Harry, can't you do little copying for
NET" asked Mr.. Browne
"Oh, father, don't feel like it,
I'm afraid you're getting little lazy, said
ais father, smiling, m rf
i" No, father it isn't laziness, ! am sure--it is
lit is-~weilf don't know Dhat IL is !" replied
he boy, resting his chin on his hands and look.
ng sleepy into the fire.
Harry was bright boy enough yet il he
ed taken the time and trouble 10 examine
ntO his motives he would have discovered that
he moving spring Of action, If not actual laz.
ess, was at least its twin bEotbeF--want of
nsrgy.
As he sat there toasting bis feet bafore the
lowing GOALS the Office door opened, and rud.
y y'ehseked boy Of about thirteen, in a pair Of
ID boots much too large for hin, and coat one
ssue OF darns and patches, staggered in under
10 weight Of a huge basket Of apples and I
ranges
" Buy anything to-day. Rentlemenp he said,
'Oking round the office with good hIupOred
nile. H
While the clerks were searching their pook.
., Harry looked lazily up, tg.'' fnf1
Why Bill is Il youi" he exclaimed, reoop-
Eing q little felloW who lived ia a street back
his own residence, and towards whose
sedy mother Mrs. Browne had often extended
ndly offices Of charity. "Whht are you doing
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