Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1864-03-11

p allght the baby slept like cheruo, but d.
and then Aunt Cathyis eyes would wander
" Kate's face, wondering what made her look
Q unhappy. Presently she was compelled
a lay the book aside.
e What is the matter with your finger, L
d dear ?" she asked, gently. The girl looked l
e with start the tears rushed to her eyes
e That gentle speech coming unawares toucht
+ the sealed fountain in her heart.
4 al don't know, madam it is all sweled
j she said, dropping her eyes and few tears.
Poor child Why, it must be painfu
+ Has Mrs. May seen it?"
" No madam" replied the child, the hal
look coming back, " she was so cross to me
. would not tell her. It has ached all day, an
could not work fast"
1 will make you something for it, whe
you go to bed, and it will be better in th
morning." said Aust Cathy. " Where di
you live before you came here ?"
With my own mother" burst out Kate
sobbiDgly ; Z" and she was so good to me!'
''But what did you leave home for, m!
child ?"
"I did not Mother left home first Sh
was carried out in her coffin. Oh, I wish i
had been me. She was so kind She never
never scolded me-" and the heavy, passionate
sobs came faster and faster.
Z" My poor little heart p cried Aunt Cathy
herself melted into tears of the tenderest sor
row, My poor little motherless one !! 1 know
just how to feel for you, for at younger age
than yours lost my mother. Come, we will
weep together" She held out her arms, Kate
sprang forward, and hung on her bosom with
hungry, loving clasp.
"And now we must have a good talk to-
gether," said Aunt Cathy. In the first
place, this neglected hair must be cut, as you
cannot give your time 10 curl it, and We will
see what can be done to make this home as
pleasant as yours used to be-
A week elapsed. Aunt Cathy's eyes were
keen, though she wore spectacles. She found
out the cause of the distracted headaches ;
she saw at least one ofthe ungovernable freaks
of young Master May, who seemed to have
taken it into his head that he was sent into
the world especially to rule, and to overturn
the usual order of things.
Stitch, stitch and embroider. Sewing was
a passion with Ruth May. She would cut
cloth into infnitesimal patterns for the sake
of ornament and curious device.
g No time to read, my dear-?" exclaimed
Aunt Cathy, aghast. How much time have
you spent on that trimming, as you call it? ?"
" Oh ! that is for use, as well as beauty
cannot buy such things, you know they are
altogether too expensive, and 1 want them.
" And so you ruin your eyes and your head
for the sake of such foolish decorations"
Why, Aunt Cathy, what has this work to
do with my head ?"
Everything, my dear. have friend
whose daughter is nearly blind, caused by her
passion for such employment. She will never
be able to use her eyes as others do, as long
as she lives. Now pardon me you had no
time to mend Newelrs jacket, consequently
be lost ten dollars. Not to say that it may
lead him to more careful habits, for carrying
money loosely is very wrong of him but still
see that you have no time for many useful
things, but always for embroidery. viii you
pardon me, my dear?"
/" Certainly" said Ruth, with a burning
cheek. I have thought it might be the
cause of my headaches. suppose 1 DO not
exercise quite enough. There be has broken
my little vase !'
The baby was exultaut. He had in some
manner stained the beautiful trimming of his !
frock be had achived the vase, rare bit OF
Parian he had broken it. Had ever little !
lump of humanity greater cause for joy?
"The baby is not to blame" said Aunt Ca |
thy, as Ruth angEily sDatched the little fellow
away
" You gave it to him."
" And if l had not" said Ruth, red and |
" he would have raised the |
house."
" Not if you had managed right, DEAR
i" And pray how could have managed l |
must have my way, or he must have his. His !
shrieks and struggles frighten me. cannot
bear them"
" See now, dear, he is after your embroider
nk''
" He shall not have that" She pulled him
rave, shouting in his impotent language, turn
ing first crimson, and then purple. Aunt Ca
-hy took from her pocket glittering scent
bottle, held it up at a distance. The child |
ceased crying on the instant, forgot the ink,
md when he grasped the stoater toy the other
was hidden.
a. never thought of that" said Ruth. "I
was always bent on conquering."
+" If you can substitute something else, the
,hild will soon learn to be grateful for what
ever falls in his hands, and not being disputed
he power of possession, will forget that he wish
I'd to possess"
Oh Aunt Cathy how easy to govern
q that way!'
Not always easy" said Aunt Catby, gent
y, " for sometimes the will must be restrain
ID, but hold by this process the child's rea-
.on is more within reach as he grows older,
more under the control of the parents. Be-
sides, some natures revolt against force all
heir lives long. For instance, Kate, here,
would perish with the firmness of a martyr,
luappreciated and misunderstood. A smile
will draw from her smile tear, twain
But act upon her peculiar organization with
my appearance of repulsion, and you harden
he ibres of her heart like steel. 1 think the
tudy of human nature is always within our
each, provided we live little time to it,"
The added with a significant smile.
Do you think I am harsh with Kate,
Aunt Cathy ?" said Ruth. in a voice quite
ubdued.
Not harsh, perhaps, of late, bat you new
# exhibit any feeling of forbearance, or pity.
Pardon me, but remember the child has had
home, such as it was, and love, aud a Ger
ain kind of sympathy. She has been petted,
perhaps, at times, and when she thinks OF
hese things, as think she will, she can only
zee cold grave, and bosom turned to dust
Ind ashes. Nobody tries to please her no.
,ody thinks her worth speaking a gentle
vord to she is-Oh, that terrible word
lone"
Poor little Kate" sobbed Ruth, in a
mothered voice, hiding her face in her baby's