Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1861-03-27
cried Sweet EohO,' what did the echo say

Vt why, Sweet Echo said the child
with sudden interest. You know it said th
: words we did.
: If you had called out in loud, eros
e voice. Naughty Echo, stop talking to me
: what would it have said?'
i Stop talking to mel said Harry, laugh
e ing.
! And if you had said Dear Echo, low
! you would it not have said in the sam
e tone, 4 love you!'
Yes
Now the little brothers stood close b,
' the side of Ellen, looking up eagerly int
4 her face. All the anger was quenched il
their young hearts.
: Did you not know. Harry, we al
: have an echo in our hearts? When dea
: mother speaks to us so kindly and sweetly
5 how we love her; and if we don't reply in
the words, we do in the same tone. AND
when you speak unkindly to little Eddie
how quick he. pouts, and says Naughty
Harryl' 1t is the little echo in his heart
, answering you. Now, if you had not beer
angry, but had said please Eddie, DOM
throw my block down. he would have
stepped one side very quickly. Are you
not sorry you made him angry, and tried to
hurt him?' --.v .-r-s--
Harry looked upon the beautiful face Of
Eddie, which was smiling now, though
there was the glitter of tears upon his lash
es, and with gush of love and penitence,
he flung his arms about him, and hugged
and kissed him heartily.
Mr.. Harlow witnessed this scene with
misty eyes. Ellen had unconsciously Civ
en- him the key to his dependency. In
the echo-chamber of his heart, he heard
repeating and repeating the words and the
deeds of the day. Impatient and exacting,
he had evoked like spirit in all about
him. Especially did he recall his inter
course with Andrew Chase, and he pictur-
ed the boy, with angry and injured feelings,
sitting in his widowed mothers home,
which though he thought it humble, was
indeed far poorer than his fancy painted.
'Ah, mel he murmured rcgretfully,
would had done otherwise
1t is a strange mysterious thing, this
Echo, the voice of memory. Some one has
said that We have only the present, the
past is buried, and the future is yet un-
born. 1t is scarcely thus, for the memories
of the past, and the hopes of the future, give
coloring to, and permeate with their spirit
the present. One day of calm and cleva-
ted happiness is joy forever, for other
days will borrow serenity from the light
of its memory. Often look, motion. an
incident seemingly most trivial, will ava
ken recollcctions of words and deeds of long
ago. Perchance We deem it forgotten,
but 10, the thoughts, the language, the acts
of other days have come back to US, and
Echo repeats and repeats the refrain.
And as our lives are in part moulded by
those around us, and they are continually
awaking responses of pleasure or pain in
our being, so we in turn, by all the inAu-
And as our lives are in part moulded by
those around US, and they are continually
awaking responses of pleasure or pain in
our being, so we in turn, by all the infu-
ences going out from what We do or say,
are helping to make melody or discord in
the hearts of others.
Thoughts like these passed through the
mind of 1Ir. Harlow, and he sighed again,
Would had done otherwise
Mrs. Harlow, who. had been troubled
with some household task, now entered the
room. -.. ......-. - .-s
Did not hear angry voices little
while ago? she said. Il kope my boys
have not been quarreling?'
Harry was unkind to Eddie, said Ellen,
but he is sorry and they have made it all
up again
Mrs. Harlow took Eddie upon her lap,
and gazed upon him with great tenderness.
Harry must be very kind to his darling
little brother she said, in a voice tremu-
lOus with feeling 'he could not have been
unkind, had he known how nearly we lost
him to-day s r.t-a.
What was 1t; mother, what happened
to dear Eddie? and Harry drew near to
caress again the pet of the household.
Mr.. Harlow, said the mother, my heart
has been full ever since came home to-
day. Little Eddie went with me to the
city, and he was delighted with everything
he saw, and could hardly keep him by
my side was making some purchases, !
and thoug hit he was standing near me, when
suddenly L missed him; looked anxiously
toward the door, and saw him in the street,
just before the feet of large cart horse;
th9 street was prstty clear at that moment,
but saw no escape for the child 1
rushed forward expecting to see him the
next moment crushed and mangled, when
lad who was passing caught him up with
the quickness of thought, and with one
hand seized the horses bride. The driver
swOre in great rage 1.-THE hindrance, and
the horse struggled ard reared beneath a
shower of blows. For an instant it seem
ed that the boy would be thrown down,
but he held on brayely, and then sprang to
the sidewalk with little Eddie unhurt'
1t was Andrew Chase. He was pale
and breathless, with the exertion and ex-
citement Oh, Mrs. Hrrlow. he exclaimed,
is it your little Eddiel | thought he
would be killed. Oh / am SO thankful.'
L tried to thank him, and tell him my
Sratltuue, Dut ne salu he was IN great haste
that | must excuse him, and without
listening 70 word he ran down the
street
This little narrative was listened to with
thrilling interest by the family group
Eddie, the dear; youngest one, had mar
rOwly escaped frightful death.
i should like to shake hands with that
Andrew Chase calculated Nelson; he is
brave fellow
Yes, that he is cried Harry, emphat-
ically. -,
lie was good boy said littlO Susan,
with tears in her eyes. rt
Ellen's eyes quite oyeraOwed She took
the little boy from his mothers arms, and
gazed lOYeingly into his bright, young face;
she kissed the fresh, red lips, tho beauti-
f,,1 lI..l- i ~. I. !.