The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1863-02-11
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Ashamed of her Father,

warm hearted child. A new house had
been erected on high hill near, iy fine
gentleman, from the city and Sallis Wss
quite delighted TO see in his carriage;
drawn by two bay horses. sweet lttlS
girl about her own age. Once when she
was in the shop, they stopped TO say
something to Giles about shoeins hia
horses, and Sallie smiled at Lucy who i'd
return threw her nice red applss She
caught it 40 nicely tba. they both laasaed
heartily and became friends; for little
children have none of that mean pride
which we sometime sec among older peoa
pie. till they are taught it.
One dav. when Sallie was dressed very
neatly, she asked leave to take a walk;
and bent her Steps toward the mansion
on the hill She did not know how ID
90 round by the road. SO she climbed over
the fierce and wall Till She reached the
grounds. There to her delight, she saw
Lucy on little gray pony which ,hS
coachman was leading carefully by the
bride. She drove up to the wall aud
asked in kind voice, "have you berries
to sell little eill?"
She laughed, and said, "No Tm Sallie;
don's you remember me, come TO play
with you little while. May that man
open the iron gate for me? 1t is very
heavy"
Il would like to play with you and ID
let you ride on my pony" replied pleas
ant little Lucy, "Dut / know mammt
would not allow me to play with you"
"Why not z" asked Salie 10 wonder
II never say naughty words, and I'm all
dressed clean this afternoon"
"Oh," said Lucy. ait is because your
father works with his shirt sleeves rolled
up and has smutty face and hands"
"Oh, the smut washes off - replied
the innocent child "He is always clean
iu the evening! and when he has bin
Sunday clothes on, he's the Handsomely
man in the world. Mother is pretty all
the time"
"Oh, but-mamma would not let rod
in | know, because your father shoes hor?
ses," added Lucy.
THAT is no harm, is it? Don't your
father want his horses shod 2" asked the
wonderstruck Sallie.
Yes; but she won't let me play With
poor peoples children answered Lucy.
"We're not poor, we're very rich ;" re-
piled Sal!ie. Father owns the hoHse ala
the shop and we've got COW and calf;
and twenty chickens, and the darlingest
little baby boy in the world T.
But after all this argument little Lucy
>hvok her head sadly and said,"I wouldn't
dare to ask you in, but III give you soma
flowers"
So Sallie went back over The fence and
wall wondering much at what had passed:
Then for the first time in her life shs
wished that her father would wear hid
Sunday clothes every day, just as the
minister, and the drctor ard Lucy's faths
er did She felt almost ashamed Of nib
so noble, and kind and good-as she
entered the sFop to wait for him. She
stood by the furge trying to enjoy the
sight Of the sparks as they danced and
fought each other after each stroke of the
hammer. But her thoughts verb SO
troubled that she could not see them. nor
the beautiful pictures which she always
found before In the blazing FIRE noun
tains. castles. churches, angels all were
gone, and there was nothing left in the
black shop but a coal fire, het sparks. and
smutty man Tears came into SalIies
eyes. but she crowded them back because
she could not tell why she shed them.
The fire was out :; the blacksmith Pulled
off his apron, laid aside his hammef, and
took the soft hand IF Sallie 10 his own
Lard and sDutty one. For tie 6rst time
in her life she Withdrew it TO see if tie
black came of. just then the cars came
in cracking and whizziug; and to her Joy
she saw little Lucy on the platform wait.
ing for her father. The conductor helDet
him from the steps, and he called out 10
Lucy. Take my hand, child; )" but, sis
put both her hands up to her face d Hide
1t, and sprung back into the taarr;ags,
alone while the coachman. With blush
lug face, almost lifted the finely dressed
gentleman into it. On what a sad, sad
sight! He had been drinking wine ,Dl
his reason was gone, a1d he could not
walk. SO his own sweet child was ashamed
Of hiui
Then Sallie grasped the hsfd hand of
Giles not caring now whether the smut
rubbed off or not, and told him all that
was in her heart. "Oh, father, she cried,
II was so wicked that was just begin:
hing to be ashamed of you because your
face was black, and you did not dress up
like gentleman all the time. am 30
glad you are a blacksmith instead Of a
drunken man! Poor, poor little Lucyt
She is ashamed of her father although he