The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1863-12-12
Into the Sunshine.

Your father will be very angry said an
ouu', who was sitting in the room, reading
book.
The boy raised himself from the sofa.
where he hrd been lying in tears for half nm
hour. and with touch Of indignation Ia his
voice suid:
Hen be sorry, not Angry. Fliher never
gets angry'
For few moments the aunt looked ~
the Boy half curionsly. and lei her avrs fall
again upon the book that was In her hand
The boy laid himself down upon the sofa
again, and hid his face from sighf.
.ThnrS father nowr lie started up. af-
ter the lapse Of nearly Ten minu,es. as the
sound Of a hell reached his ears. snd listen
ed for little while, and then came slowly
back, saying with a Disappointed sir.
III isn'i father. wonder what keeps him
so Iale! o, i do wish be would come.
You seem very anxious 70 get deeper in
10 troubIe,' remarked the aunt, who had only
tftH w 'ht Houst iot "a Weths hhV WHO WIS
neither very amiabIe nor very syo.prthizing
toward children. The boys fauli led pro-
yoked her, and she considered him f n sub
jet for punishment.
4 believe, Aunt Phebc, that you would
like TO see me whipped said the boy. but
Won won't.
= must confess replied Aunt Phebe' that
. little wholesome discipline Of the kind you
speak cf would not be out Of place. II you
was my child, you would not escape'
Il am not your child. and DO no, wish 70
be. Fathers good and loves me-
If your fathers 60 good and lovee you so
we'll, you mus, be very ungro,efuI or very
considerste boy. HE goodness dom, seem
10 have helped ycu much
Hush. will your ejacu'ated the boy, cx-
cited 10 anger BY thIs unkindness Of speech.
'Phebep II was the boys mother who
spoke now, Tor the first time. In m UNDER
tone che added:
'You are wrong. Richard is suffering
quite enough, and you are doing him harm
Again the bell rang. and sgsin Tho boy
Iei, the sofa and went to the sitIing-room
door.
Its father.' And he went gliding down
the stairs.
'Ah. Ricbard!' was the kindly greeting ss
Dir. Gordon took the hand Of his boy. But
what's the matter; you look unhappyp
Wont you come IN herel' and Richard
drew his iather into the library. Mr.. Gordon
sat down, stiiI holding Richards hand.
'you are ia trouble, my son. What has
happencd'
The eyes of Richard filed with tears as
he looked up into bis fathers face. He tri.'
ed to answer, bul his lips quivered. Then
he turned away, and opening the door OF the
cabinet. brought out the sta,uetfe. which
had been sent home only the day before. and
sci them on table before his laher, over
whose counienarca came inssnily a shadow
Or regret.
who did this. my son!' was asked in an
even voice.
4 did il, sir,
Howr
.Ithrew my ball in there once-only once,
in fcrge,funess.'
The poor boys tones were husky and trem-
uloos. A little while Mr.. Gordon sat. con-
rolling himself, and collecting his disturbed
thoughts. Then he said, cheerfully:
.Wnsi IL done. Richard can't be helped.
Put away the broken pieces. You have had
trouble enough, can see-and reproof
enough for your oughtlessncss--so shah
not add a word 10 increase your psin.'
%, ia,her!' and the boy threw his arms
around hs fathers mock; you are 50 sind--
80 good
Five minutes later, and Richard entered
The sitting-room with his father. Aun. Phe-
be looked up for two shndowed faces-but
she did moi see them. She wos puzzled,
'Thnt wse very unfortunate,' she said a
little while after Mr.. Gordon came in. III
was an exquisite work Of art. and hopeIessly
ruined'
Richard wns leaning against bis father
WHEN his aunt said this. Mr.. Gordon only
smiled, and drew his arm closely around bis
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