The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1862-11-21

"Oh," said s,Ascy, CIT is because
your father works with his shirt
sleeves rolled mp, and has q smutty
} face and hands"
"Oh the smut washes of, replied
the innocent child. she is alwaye
clean in the evening; and when be
has on his Sunday clothes, he is the
handsomest man in the world. Mo
ther is pretty all the time"
"Oh, but-mamma would not let
Iyou In. know, because yeur father
shoes the borses," added Lucy.
"That is no harm is it2 Don't
your father want his bOrsos shod T.
asked the wondering Sallie.
"Yes, but he wont let me play with
poor peoples children" answered
Lucy.
'W're not poor wore very rich,
replied SAllie. Father owns the
house and the shop; and we've got
q COW, calf, and twenty chickens,
and the darlingest baby boy in the
world"
But after all this argument. little
Lucy shook her head sadly, and said
tWr wouldn't dare to ask you in but
III give you some flowers"
s. Sallie went back over fence and
wall, wondering much at WIZ. had
passed. Then for the fret lime in
her life, she wished that her father
would wear his Sunday clothes all
the week, as the ninister and the
doctor and Lucy's father did. She
almost felt ashamed Of him, 30 noble
and kind and good-.as she entered
the shop to wait E him. She stood
by the forge trying to enjoy the
sparks as they danced and fought to
gether after each stroke of the ham
mer, Bnt her thoughts were g.
troubled that she could not see them
uVi yet tue h-~"i;f., piotnraa IN b;cb
she always found before in the fire
mountains, castles, churches, angels
all we're gone, and there was moth.
ing left il the black shop, bu. coal
fire, hot sparks and a sriutty man.
Tears came into Sallie's eyes, but
she crowded them back because she
could not tell why she shed them.
The fire was out, tho blacksmith
pulled off hs apron, laid aside his
hammer, and took the soft hand OF
Sallie in his own hard and smuttv
one. For the first time in her life
she Withdrew it to see If the black
came of. Just then the cara came
in cresking and whizzing; and to
her joy che saw little Lucy standiug
on tho platform waiting for her faith.
or. The conductor helped him from
the steps, and be called out to Lucy
"rake my hand child" but she put
both hands up to her face to hide it,
and che sprans b ok into the car
riage alone; while the coachmsn,
with blushing taco, almost lifted
the finely dressed gentleman into it. !
Oh, what a cad sight! He had
been drinking wine until his reason
was gone, and he couldanot walk; so
his own sweet child was ashamed OF
him. I
Then Sallie grasped the hard hand
oitGles not caring now whether the
smut rubbed off or not, and told
him oil that was in her heart. "Oh
father" che cried, "l was 90 wicked
that | wss just beginning to be
ashamed OF you because your face
was black, and you did not dress mp
like a gentleman all the time. I'm
80 glad you are blacksmith instead
Of drunken man. Poor, poor lit
tie Lucy! She is ashamed of her
father, although he has on a fine
coat. and gold buttons in his shirt"
"Ah, my dear child" said the
good blacksmith, God deals jastly
with us all; ev,ry one has some so /.
row, black spot somewhere, i
Some have it in grief in the heart.
some as sin in the life, and others rs
poverty, which forces them - toll
hard and live poorly. Thank your
Heavenly Father, dear, if all the
blackness you see sbuut your father
is on his face and hands; for The fine
gentleman whose child lear you
have envied, has black heart,
which shows itself in wicked life.
lie has money, but that cannot
make one happy or honored who
does not fear God Lor respect him
self.
"Oh, father dear" replied the
child. 81 shall never, never be-
ashamed Of you Sgain as long as |
live. tor there nev,r was auch n
father as You are to mel don't
care how black your hauds and face
are!" T..
AN EIoHr- LEsGED oHEEP EXPLAIN !
ED.-An eight.legged eheep was on