The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1862-04-03
KENOSHA, VISIONS IN, THURSDAY APRIL g. 1862.

Never mind said he at last, patting her tear
stained cheek I am determined you shall
have something nice after all, Ts-morrow ia
the skating match, you know, and think am
sure OF the second prize, st least, AMI whatever
get shall be given to darling Madge.'
You will be sure TO get it, cried Madge, with
eager sympathy. You've skated ever since you
could walk, ard she remembered with a glow
Of pride that no one had ever yet caught jamie
III race, and often when you thought him only
playing, he'd bo writing his name, with his
rather clumsy steel pen, on the great white page
OF ice, as handsomely on a Leaf of his writing
! ok.
Yes, you'll be sure of the prize. jamie she
said, exutingly, and know it will all come
| right with uncle too. I'm going to tell him all
about it now
But to her great grief, angry Uncle Gould
would not hear word No, child he said mo
one could make me believe that boy would 60
! without marbles aud candies half year 10 buy
his sister n dress. And if he did he never could
have saved enough for such handsome silk
| Besides, what settles the matter Betty saw him
III the library at my desk very early this morn
ing, before any one was up 1t is a very clear
! case, though ii grieves me to say So
The next morning, as, after a sleepless night,
jaime stole down stairs with his skates, his
Uncle met him in the hall.
You cannot skate to-day, James,, said he,
| almost kindly, as he looked at the boys flush
ed worn face. Il feel it but right that you
should have some punishment for such great
great fault
But did not do it, SIR said jamie, implor
ingiy.
Uncle Gould grew quite stern. Remember
that Betty saw you, my child. Either confess,
and ask pardon, or go back to your ROOM.
Yes jamie, said Aunt Could appearing from
he ma 'yDr love adma I'D M iouht
The temptation was very great. We have been
talking It over, and we wish to be as kind as
your own father and mother. Confess your fault
and, it is the first time we are all willing to
forgive you, and trush you once more. And
indeed, since it would make you so very happy,
will even promise TO give the dress to Madge.'
Don't be prig, JIM whispered Lutte; Just
say you did it and have it Done with.
What terrible struggle went Oh in poor JAM
les breast If he told lie, there was love and
forgiyeness-the skating prize and the pretty
dress; if he told the truth, nothing but GOODNESS
an contempt and solitude in his dreary ROOM
What a struggle! The hot passions ragged, and
the terrible fire burned through his cheeks, and
eyes He hesitated. All is he going to love
the praise Of man more than the praise of God
A moment more OF silence, and he says firmly:
i did not do it, Uncle / cannot tell lie
Poor jamie spent the day in his room, at
SHu5u ny bAddkS, MS ldltLlul sHauOW. Iuey
heard Belle and Lutte going away mernIy with
their skates, but, strange to say, they did not
feel so very miserable, and even smiled as their
eyes met
Isn't it queer I can be so happy p said Jamie.
'Ifit WASH for this headache l should feel light
as a feather
DO you remember the strange verse that
mother used to say ? said Madge. Behold we
count them happy which endure. believe
understand it better now, Jamie; and what is
the rest ofit-'ye have seen the end of the Lord,
that the Lord is very pitiful and of tender mer-
ey' am so glad you endured it all, Jamie
and who knows what the end may be? am
quite certain it will all come right at last
Jamie tried to smile hopefully, and whenever
a VIVID remembrance Of his heavy disapp oint-
ments came over him, he repeated softly to him
self, Very Qitful, AID of tender mercy