Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1859-12-14

promised her, on that Saturday evening,
when she went out to do her errands, that
she would buy her pair of bright rcd
shoes, and she should wear them to Church
the next day, but had come home without
them, not because her purse had failed, but
because she had forgotten them. And she
remembered, too, that the little girl had
said the next Monday morning, when the
shoes were tossed into her lap, I'm glad to
get them, but 1 amt half so glad as l
should have been, had l got them when
YOU promised them. If 1 ever get to be a
woman, and have little boy or girl, and
make them promise I'll kecpit just when
1 said I would, cause there's 10 use in
promising, if you don't?'
Memory is beautiful moniter some
times. 1t was now. The echoes of her
own sobs, of her own voice, came pealing
back to Mrs Lee through the long dim
aisles of the past, and as they swept the
chords of the heart, they woke such low,
sweet music tones, that the good angel, who
lay there half sleeping, half waking, be-
stirred itself right cheerily, and with its
sunny wings troubled the deep fountain till
the healing wave arose with pure white
crest
Awhile sat Mrs. Lee, with her pretty
dress upon her lap her needle idle in her
hand; but it was only little while. With
sweeter smile upon her face than had
been for many day, she picked up the
bundle, and laying it carefully away, un-
folded another, and the one, too, that con-
tained her boys longed-for pants, and
was soon stitching away at them as though
she were working for wages.
About two hours after, little Harry came
back, his feet and hands stiff with cold play
he had been engaged in, but his cheeks rosy
with leaping pulses. What bright flash
quivered in his eyes as they fell upon his
mothers work. He forgot that he was
tired and almost frozen, but with one
bound, sprang to her side, and clasping her
waist, neck. arms, and shOwering her face
with kisses, cried out joyfully, Il knew you
would, l knew you would.-such a good
mother as you never would say a thing. and
not do i'll Oh, am 50 glad-I shan't be
'pitch-patch' no longer. Oh; good, good,
I'm going to have some new pants!
Didn't the mothers fingers fly merily af-
ter that! guess, if you had seen them,
you would have thought so. And 1 guess,
when in the latter part of the afternoon,
Harry stepped proudly about in his new
pants it would have been pretty hard to
say which was the happier, son or mother;
albeit. the shabby merinO dress was all the
one she had to wear the next day at Mrs.
Mason's party.
oh, dear, I've got the best mother in
the whole world shouted he to his father,
as he came in to tea; Just the rery best,
and no mistake either, Don't you think,
father, she wanted ever so much to sew on
her own dress, to wear to the party, and
wouldn't and didn't though, just COZ, you
see, she'd promised to make my new pants
the next time it showed. I'll pay her,
though, when 1 get to be man; I'll do
something for her, that'n make her glad,
see if L don't
4 wouldn't be SO proud of my pants, il
they were new said Sallie, as, after the
table was cleared, little Harry marched up
and down the room, trying to keep time to
the tune his father was whistling.
! i guess you would. Miss Sis then, if
you was me, and had wanted a pair as long
as 1 had, have got right to be proud of
them;' and thrusting hand into each pock-
et he drew his little form up to its utmost
hight. and resumed his march.
We'll. but my Sunday school teacher,
said little Nett, told US we must never be
proud of our clothes
Well. 1 guess if she'd worn patched
trousers as long as have, she would be
, proud when she first got on pair, COZ she
couldn't help it. / amt really proud ci-
ther,' said the little fellow, after moments 8
{ thoughtfulness, but I'm dreadful glad,
!, though. I've got them. And I'll just tell
, you, Miss Nell, I am very proud Of the
mother that made them, coz l know she
, didn't want to do them bit; and she did
do them, COZ she'd promised, and was so
good she wouldn't tell story
Bulbs new pants seem to have made him
, perfectly happy said the husband to his
, wife, when little Harry had again crept un-
der his sheltering blankets. 1t is strange
what trife will satisfy the heart of a
; child
"A trife will satisfy, and trihe will al
most break it, responded the wife, solemn
, ly. If we parents would only remember
, oftcner than we do the joys and sorrows Of
; our own childhood, our children would of,
) tencr than they do, rise up and call US
, blessed"
r To KEEP BEDS WELL AIRED.-Nothing
D more is necessary than to fill a large stone
! bottle with boiling water. and to put it in
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