The Evansville journal., 1866-06-16

and face became suffused with Grim
| on.
80, my dearf7 exclaimed Sally, if
| she ii speak the truth, [ know missis
won't be so angry with her. %, she
will speak the truth, ] know. 80
Il did, did, cried the child, with
an outbreak of passionate tears.
Sally upon this searched the foor
and tables, and nothing could be more
clear than that the raisins were not
there. Alas they could not doubt
that she had eaten them for She had
been left alone in the kitchen for a
few minutes, and Sally herself admit
ted that they could not have gone
without hands. 4,..5..e.f4.Fs
Now, if you will speak the truth,
said the mistress, gravely, and cons
fess that you took those Faisinsp-e
g didn t, " repeated the child now
too much in a passion to care. what
she said "I don't want the nasty
raisins, and won't have them"
&" 0, this will never do, " said the
mistress; Sally, [ really must correct
her. .as -
viii she tell it all2o said Sally
once more STOPPING over the child, for
she had flung herself on the floor,
and was sobbing and screaming. But
no. little Rie would only struggle and
/ fight her way, till at another bidding
she went with sorrowful heart to
fetch rod. and when she came back
she found the child in such passion,
that she ventured to demonstrate.
though she still hurriedly looked about
with the vague hope that she might
have spoken the truth after all.
Poor little Rie, she was so very
naughty Sally was the more grieved,
because lately she had always spoke
the truth; but now, when an hour
after her punishment, the mistress
came in again, and offered to forgive
her on condition of her speaking the
/ truth, she sullenly walked into the
corner, and sObbed, and would not
say word
Then, Sally, you must go these
errands by yourself, said the mistress;
/ meant to let her have gone with
you, but now she must stay here by
herself" Little Rie looked up as she
went away, and saw that she was very
stern and angry. 0, how little either
of them thought that they should
never look one another in the face
again
Sally went away. 1t was a lovely
afternoon, and the kitchen door lead
ing into the back garden was open.
Little Rie at first was disconsolate,
but soon the light spirits of childhood
began to assert themselves, and she
began to play, though very quietly,
and with an occasional sob, till at last,
@ woeful mischance, she knocked
, down a cheese plate. 1t fell clatter-
: ing upon the floor, a9d broke into
fifty pieces; one moment she stood
aghast! then her terrified fancy
} feigned q step upon the stairs; she
darted through the open door and
, rushed down the garden, Where she
should go to escape the anger of the
: mistress, she scarcely knew; but she
came to the garden wicket, it led into
: a lane. She ran away, and no
one knew what became of her. There
: was man who said, some time after
! ward. that he had met her that night,
r about sundown, wandering over the
/ moor. but that he had asked her no
questions, for he thought some of her
: friends must be near at hand In the
| course of time many rumors got about
respecting her, but nothing was ever
+; known. Little Rie was not; she
: had vanished from her place like a
dream. i. But weeks after, when poor
? Sally's simple heart was getting used to
, miss the child, the mistress came into
4 the kitchen and took down a little
! covered jar full of caraway seeds, from
D a shelf over the dresser; she looked
I, In, and mist seemed to rise and shut
0 out the sunshine without and within,
: for there lay the paper of raislns; in
7 an instant she knew it again, and
! knew that, in her hurry and confu-
/ sion, she herself must have thrown il
!, in. Yes, that little jar had been
j standing beside her Then intoit she
e must have pushed or dropped the
: raisins, and afterward, with her OWL
i hands, she must have set the jar upor
the shelf above. to be out of her way
t Miserable, aching painl How hard
e it was to have it tugging SC
o often at her heart, and by slow de
Y grees to grow into the knowledge that
e even Just punishment may become
unjust unless it is administered in the
:, spirit of love. But hers had not beer
o a lust punishment. Alas she had
It not possessed herself of any certain
d knowledge of the fault; she. herself
p had outraged that sense of justice
d which she had been at so much pains
e to implant; and now there was NJ
/. means of making restitution How
n difficult it is for us to estimate tn,
r many ways in which we may be mis-
n takenl When shall we learn to keel
It the knowledge always present Will
II us, that often kindness is our best up
e rightness, aad our truest justice i
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