The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1863-02-13
speak Gently TO Eneh O,hcr.
A STORY FOR CHILDREN.

"Plcase help mo minute, sister,
said little Frank.
"Oh, don't disturb me-" said, I'm
reading"
"But just hold this stick, won't YOU
while drive the pin thrcugh" said
Frank.
IL cant now, want to finish this sto
~" said ], cmphaticOlly; and my little
brother turned away wtha disOppointyd
look, in search of somebody else to assist
him.
Frank was a bright boy Of ten years
and my only brother. lie had been Wis.
Iiting n young friend, and had seen wind.
|mili, and rs soon as he come home, his
energies were all employed in making a
smuli one; for he was always trying "a
make tops, whcelbSrrows, kit :, aud all
sorts of things such as boys dcligh, in
lie had worked patiently nll the morning
with saw aud knife, 6id now il only
/ netd,d putting together 10 complete III
his only sister had refused 10 assist him
and he had gone away with his young
I heart saddcnCd.
| thought ol all this Immediately ate,
be had lett me, aud NY book gave nc No
. pleasure. IL was MOI Mt ltiolal uukind
.Nos-, only thoughtlrssucss, for | luvct
my brother, und was generally kind tC
him; suli had refused to help him.
would have gone alter him and oiltrcI
the assistance needed, but knew hc hat
found some one else. But had ucnlcct
ed an opportunity OF gladdcnjng child
ish heart.
In half an hour Frank came buundin,
into the room rXclUiming:
"Comc, Mary, l'v' got itup. Just So,
how it gotsm His tones were Joyous
and l saw that lac had forgot my pctu
lance, 50 that determined to atone hy
unusual kindness. | went with him,au
sure enough, ,ou the roof OF the outhousC
was fastened II miniature windmill, ant
the arms were whirlng around iJs
enough To please anybody. praised th,
winomill ard my littlo brothers ingcnui
y,and he seemed happy and entirely tor
gcllul. OF uukindntss, aud resolved, n
| had So many times before, to Sc Away
loving and gentle.
A few days passed by, and the shadow
of Il great sorrow dorkencd our dwelling
The joyous laugh and noisy rlcc wor,
hushed, and cur merry boy 10y in dark
eucd room with anxious iuccs aroun,
him, his checks flushed. and his eyes un
naturally bright. Sometimes his temple
would mostcn and his muscles relax, AN,
hope would come into our hearts, an,
our eyes would fll with thankful tears
II was one OF tn So deccitiul calms in hi
little wheel, aud sid:
"l hear my windmill"
ed. "ShaIl We take Il down."
40, no." be replied, "it seems as ir
were out of doors aud it makes me fee
better"
lie muscd for moment, and then ad
dcd:
"Don't you remember, Mary, that
wanted y,u to help me finish il, and yoi
were reading, und told me you could not
But it didn't make any difference, fo
mamma helped me-"
Oh, how sadly these words fell upoi
my ear! and whnt bitter memories they
awakened! How | repented, MS ! kiss,t
little Franks forehead, that had evcl
spoken unkiudly to him! Hours of sor
row went by, aud we watched his couch
hope growing fainter ard fainter, and an
guish deeper, until, one week from The
morning nc spoke of his childish sports
we closed the eyes once SO sparkling
and folded his hands over his rulsclos'
heart.
He now sleeps in the grave, and home
is desolutc; but the little windmill, the
work of his busy hands, is slilI whirlinp
in the breeze, just where he placed it, up
on the roof OF the old woodshod; and ev'
cry time see the tiny arms revolving,
remember the lost little Frank--and
remember also the thoughless, the un'
kind wordsl
Brothers and sisters, be kind to ono
another! Be gentle, consideralo anC
loving.