The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1862-05-09
Gbe STORY Geuer.
TELL THE TRUTH.
A STORY FOR BOYS.


flying round the corner.
You young rascal, said he, as he shook
his fist in the direction of the fugitive; Just
let me catch you, that's ALL
But while he was wasting his wrath on the
air, let us follow poor Charley Mann flor
such was the name of tho window.breaker)
as he ran toward the house.
As soon as he caught sight OF his neat lit
tie home, with the clean muslin curtains,
and n face behind them which he fancied was
his mothers, he stopped and said to himself,
This ism, risht-pshaw what was think
ing OFF, Then turning round, he slowly re-
traced his steps towards the druggists.
Mr.. Beebc was not in q very amiablc mood
when Charley went in, and the hoop which
the latter held in his hand did not help to
mend the matter.
Are you the boy that broke my Window
said Mr.. Beebc, getting up and scizing his
cane in very threatening manner.
yes, sir; and came to say that am
very sorry for it, and to know how much ]
must pay for new pane Of glass
you pay for it,! exclaimed Mr.. Beebe; i
don't believe you ever had so much money in
your life as would pay for that glass
Il have got two and ninepence, sir, at the
same time laying the money on the counter
'and III work for you and earn the rest, IL
you'll let me-
Can't your father pay for itT
Il have no father answered Charley, a
little sadly.
We'll, can't your mother pay for it?'
She's very poor, sir, and should hate to
ask her for money
what made you run away when you broke
the Window -..
why, at first said Charley, hesitatingly,
Il was afraid should get beating
What made you come back again, then ?
because felt that was acting like a
coward, and knew mother would be vcxcd
with me, and thought | had better do right
and run the risk Of your cane, than do
wrong and make mother sorry
Don't you call it wrong to break my win.
dowY
sYes, sir, because II was careless of me-
Mother says wo are apt to do wrong, and
when we do we should atone for it and
don't know what can do except to give you
all the money have got, and try to earn
some more, and poor Charley looked sadly
out of the broken window.
Now the fact was, Mr.. Beebe was not so
cross as he looked; he was very much pleased
with Charlcy's conduct, and only questioned
him.
what is your name?'
Charles Mann
where do you livc9'
Charley told him.
'What does your mother do?'
'Shc takes in sewing when she can get any,
but she hasn't had any for whilc," and
Charley looked wishfully at the two and nine
pence.
.Perhaps she will be angry with you for
giving mo that money
.Oh no, sir. know she would much
rather would.
'How old are you?'
Twelve years.
'And what do you do for living?'
Mother wanted me to 60 to the public school
as long as she could earn enough to support
US (; but this morning she was afraid / should
have to look around for something to do, rs
she couldn't get enough Of work.
well, Charles, believe I'll take you into
my store, until you can earn enough to pay
for the window but am almost afraid
you'll bc breaking the bottles or jars every
day
I'll try to be more careful, sir
well, begin tomorrow morning and now
go home to your mother
'Shan't go to the glazier frst?'
yes, do
And off went Charley the heels few just
as fast US they did before, but it was to diff
ierent music this time. In the meantime Mr..
Beebe walked toward the further end Of the
store, and, opening door which led to the
dwelling part of the house, he called his
housckeepcr. Mrs. Morgan. A trim, bustling
little body appeared, and desired to know
what he wanted.
Mrs. Morgan, said Mr.. Becbc, didn't !
see you making some shirts for me the other
dayT
: 'Ycs, SIR
'lIow many have you made"
This question rather aurried the little wo.
man for she had never known him to make
such inquiries before, and she was afraid be
thought she did not get along fast enough
with tho work; 50 she answered with rather
n frichtcned look: