Randolph County journal. [volume] (Winchester, Randolph County, Ind.) 1855-1862, 1859-04-07

from which to cut the new dresses foI
Flora.
Did you get the scissors?' he
asked.
No. answered Amy. pointing her
lips, and looking very unamiable.
Why?
Mother wouldn't give them to me.
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
hal been playing so sweetly for an
hour.
Never mind, hc 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 onc.' And stoop-
ing to the box on the floor, he lifted
thcrefrom plaid walking Dress
Flora will look handsome enough in
this said he, in cheerful voice.
Il don't want to play at paper
dolls Amy looked still more un-
lovely. The frown on her brow was
heavier, and her lips pouted to de-
gree that sadly marred her childish
features.
Johns face now became troubled
The current Of his feelings. which had
been gliding along so smoothly, will
the sunshine on its breast, commenced
rippling over stony distractions. III
sat down upon the floor, beside the
box of paper dolls, and i'll listles,
kind of way commenced turning ovel
the figures and dresses. Presently h,
took up bonnet, and began bending
the front of it backward, though no
in a manner to injure or disfgure it.
Don't do that said Amy, curtly
You'll spoil the bonnet And sh'
came quickly forward, and reached
out her hand to take the small piece
of painted card board from her broth
er John, instead of giving it up il
kind way. was offended at his sis
ter's manner, and thrust the bonne
behind him, out Of her reach.
Give it to me, John! The child
rcddening face marked her quickl,
rising anger.
But John did not yield. He still
kept the bonnet beyond her grasp.
III tell mother, if you don't Civ
me my dolls bonnet!' cried Amy. witt
increasing i'll nature.
Tell her. | don't care..' replied tn
boy.
Give me the bonnet.'
Il won't until please
'Mother!' Amy turned to the door
crying ont in an imperative voice.
What do you want?' The tone il
which this query was uttered, shove,
the mothers state of feeling to be quit
as much disturbed as that of her chill
dren.
John won't give me my dolls bon
nett
john the mother called to hin
sharply.
Pm not hurting the bonnet, an
swered John.
Yes he is, mother; lac is bending
all up, and spelling it.
1T is no such thing, MOTHER re
sponded John.
/, 'John.' called the mother sternly.
, .Ma'am.'
Give Amy her dolls bonnet thi
instantl'
'Thcre.-take the bonnet, you near
/. selfish thing! And John threw tn
bonnet upon the floor.
Mother, he won't give it to me
r called ont the now thoroughly exas
: peratcd little girl. as she saw the bor
net tossed upon the floor.
At this the mother threw from Inc
hands the work upon which she wa
D engaged, and starting up in passion
: came. with quick step and resolut
Q air, into the room where her childre
were in dispute.
Didn't l tell you to give your 81,
c ter her dolls bonnet.' she exclaimed
seizing the now frightened little DO
o by the arm, and holding him with
tight grip. Say, didn't l tell you
r What do you mean by such conduct
= And without waiting for an explanl
7 ton. she struck him one or two blow
!. Il did give 1t to her. said John, {
i soon as he could find his voice. The
e il is lying at her feet now
h You didn't give it TO me; you on
e threw it at me- was Indignantly al
swered by Amy.
I The mother saw that Amy ha
r, partly deceived her, and that She hs
Ie been too quick to punish.
4. You are a naughty. story tellir