M'arthur Democrat. (McArthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1853-1865, 1859-02-17
Sntr,tsting Storr,
THE TWO sABBATu-KEEPERs.
DY ALMA MATER.

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"Ohl but father, this is so good! i
tells of the Reformation, and Chris
tians, and prosecutions: / am so mucl
interested in it,"
"Put it up my son, it is Gods holy
day; take your Bible or your hymn
book, or else sit still and think; it j.
distracting to the mind to read puch
things"
"Oh! father, /"
"Mind mo, sir"
There was no appeal from this stern.
ly spoken command, so George, with
a nasty step, flushed lace, and with an
angry heart, put up his favorite vol
ume, but he would not take the Bible.
Instead, he hurried to a sofa in q dis
tant part of the room and threw him.
self upon it, sulle1, and thinking un.
generous thoughts Of his father. "Hc
don't care anything about reading 7"
he said mentally, but passionately,
"he never read history, and don't
know how good it is, nor how much
one learns. think it's hateful of him
to make me sit here dumb and stupid
that | do and won't read the Bi.
BILE, for he never explains it to me-
Oh! dear, | wish | couli 60 to sleep"
Mr.. Allen had looked round once
to see if his son was obeying him and
merely remarking, Don't leave that
place, sir" he threw his silk handkor.
chief over his face ard again slept.
1t was a warm summer day. The
windows were all open, and through
two of them the arbor in the garden
looked very cool and inviting. "If |
had only gone out there with my book,
grumbled tho boy, she never would
have seen me, and know it's no harm
to read D'Aubigne. mean to ask
the minister"
Just then there was a great noise.
In came little Archy with the kitten
and pasteboard box. Kitty was run.
ming in great glee, 50 was Archy.-
Their noise awakened Mr.. Allen.
"What is that2" he cried sternly.
"Me and kit, father; see, kit is rid.
ing me to church; get up, you cat,'
and away they gallopcd again.
Stop that, you wicked boy; M
harness the kitten. or | shall whin Won
severely. Bad boy, do you know it's
the holy Sabbath"
kitty was tired sittin' still, and | !
too, " cried Archy, pouting, as he stood |
intent on the kitten, "tain't wicked"
Take that kitten out!" cried Mr..
Allen, reluctantly springing mp from
lis chair, "and after that come here
and sit on this stool, and if YOU stir,
III whip you severely, sir-Ohl the
inborn wickedncss of childrenI" he
cried, groaning TO himself, "they hate
goodness. can't make them com.
prehend that this is the Lords day"
A sweet voice was heard singing in
he next room, and softly tho words
loated upon the air-"IIe doeth all
.hings we'll"
"Cathcrinel" cried Mr.. Allen.
A young girl appeared.
Catherine, are you singing song"
81 was singing, lie doeth all things
WE'LL father" was the rather timid re.
ply.
"That isn't the question; wasn't you
singing song"
81 believe, sir, it is-though some
hing of sacred song. Ilove it very
nuch."
"Yes, the carnal mind loves all
juch things" replied Mr.. Allen, test
ly. "lwish, Catherine, you would
'eserve your songs for the rest of the
week. This is the Lords day! you
ire not even to think your own tho'ts.
90 sing, Broad is the road that leads
o DEATH | believe you are all in it
oh, dearl"
Catherine disappeared, but no sweet
sounds and tender sentiments, sooth-
ng and hallowed, came from the 9TH
n room; all was silent, while George
Iaid to himself, "How father does
,rumble on the Sabbath! Seems to
ne he loves to scold best on that day.
wonder if that is keeping it2" aud
title Archy, twisting himself like an
el on the low seat appointed him,
tretching his mouth, pulling his ears
md yawning, sat himself at last to
,icking out the pink threads of his
rock, and making a great mat out Of
hem.
81 wonder where Mary isl" thought
1eorge 10 himself, ooh! dear--Pm so
ired."
Mary, alas, was perched up in the
lot garret, close to pane of glass set
n the roof, reading long hidden
'ook, unwholesome as the damps of
he charnel house, and destructive OF
Il morality.
"Father, mayn't I just walk in tue
arden a little?" asked George, hum