Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1861-01-18

were all crying ABOUT Wnen ne came In.
All looked sober for moment, and then
Willie hesitatingly answered.
Il stepped on Charley's fingers, and
that made him cry, and then mother
shook me and | cried too."
"Did you mean to hurt your little
brother 2"
"No, father, but Fred and | were roll
ling our marbles, and l wanted to get
good aim, and | forgot all about the baby
and went backward right on to him."
"You must remember another time to
be more careful when Charley is near
you. l knew boy once who put his
little brothers eye out by hitting him
accidentally with plaything. You
would feel very badly if you should spoil
one of these bright eyes, would you not?"
Yes, indeed, father" said Willie,
throwing his arms about Charley, willie
wouldn't hurt you for all the world, little
brother"
"Well, Mary, did you cry because the
rest did 2"
"I-I--got my mammals little scis-
sors,'
Il am sorry if my little Mary has been
naughty and disobeyed her mother"
"Shc didn't say Mary mustn't touch, ;"
sobbed the child, "she say not trouble
mamma"
The tears were not easily checked this
time and with all the fathers ingenuity,
they burst forth at every slight provoca-
ton during the evening. When the last
little head was left dreaming upon its
pillow, Mrs. Hall drew her sewing-chair
to the light with sigh of relief saying:
Thank fortune for the prospect of
few hours of peace and quiet"
~ You look very tired tonight; have
you had a hard day." inquired her hus-
band.
Hard should think so. Charlie
has not slept fifteen minutes to-day, and
| never saw Mary so fretful and peevish." "
Il do not think Mary is we'll, she
seemed very feverish this evening Mr..
Marsh has two children sick with scarlet
fever"
80 there is nothing the matter with
her." replied Mrs Hall, but in spite of
her words her heart beat little
anxiously at the thought, Il sometimes
think she likes to bother me, and to-day
it has been nothing but mother mother
till | am SO tired of it almost wish
might never hear the name again.
"Do not say SO my dear, it makes me
tremble to think of what it might be.
This would be sad home if even one Of
those merry voices should never say moth
er again"
Mrs. Hall started, she had not thought
of such thing, and the serious construc-
tion that her husband had given to her
hasty words shocked her. She was an
affectionate mother, and really loved her
children, although she failed to enter
into their childish feelings with that ap-
preciative sympathy that they needed,
and often administered inpatient reproof
and even correction without stopping to
determine whether it was merited.
1T was generally understood by the
children that to bother mother, was the
most serious offence they could commit.
She was often quoted as a model wife
and mother, and, indeed, she was, so far
as mere externals were concerned. No
household was better clothed or fed, no
home more orderly than hers, but she
quite forgot in her anxiety to see children
dressed with neatness and taste that the
little ones had moral natures that needed
more careful training, affections that
should be cultivated, not dwarfed, and
cravings for sympathy that should meet
an earnest return. Her husbands words
had startled her, and after sewing a few
moments uneasily she took up lamp and
went to look at Mary. The child was
sleeping unquietly, the tears still
clinging to her flushed checks, and .
grieved expression about her mouth.
The mothers heart smote her as sht
looked at the little helpless form before
her, and she bent down and softly kissed