The States and Union. [volume] (Ashland, Ohio) 1868-1872, 1869-09-08
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Sowing and Reaping:
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BY MRS. JENNIE T. HAZES.


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"Come to the. barn with me, sirl
I'll learn you to lie to me-! I'll tap
your jacket for you, sir J"
These words were spoken in my
hearing by an angry father to his boy,
Jim Thorne, who had told him lie
The boy followed his father, who
stopped on the way, and cut a whip
tie size of an ox-goad, and soon the
sound of stinging blows was heard,
mingled with shrieks and ere; which
pierced me like arrows, but which the
mother of the child did not heed, nor,
indeed seem to hear. -
e.Good .Heavens!" l cried, ".Nancy
ThOrne, how can you hear such blows,
and such cries, and not stop them, or
go niadi" .i-.l r..- ..,... ,g..y I'm.
sHe must learn not to lie to his
father" she replied. ''He has got to
be such a liar that we can place no de-
pendence on a word he says. 1t has
got to be whipped out of him." -..
Now, reader, don't hciI l.Si1 up your
hands and sly, "Horrib'e! What cruel,
unnatural parents they wcre!''
They were 10 such thing they were
pleasant agreeable people enough
honest, and upright, enough, as the
world goes, and meant to bring up
their children right, and would have
becl angry indeed, had any. one said
they were harsh or unjust in the treat
ment of their childrcn, or that they
taught them to lie. .' l..
When the beating was finished
when Deacon Thorne had demonstrat
ed his power-when he, rs an earthly
father, l.al done toward his child as
he imagined his Heavenly Father
would do toward him. the law OF re-
venge was satisfied, and he threw down
the rod and bent his steps houseward.
/ felt that if 1 met him., there must
surely be collision, an1 / fled to my
chamber, and threw myself into a chair
at the window that overlooked the porch,
where Jimmy's mother was at work.
1 watched the father as he walked
rapidly down the path. There was no
sign OF pity or sorrow on his flushed
face, but, instead, an expression of sat
isfaction with having done a good
thing, vindicated his authority, pun
ished the boy Tor sin, and set his
wayward feet in the path of reCtitude.
AS he came near to his wife, he said
81 guess I've given him a trouncing
that he will remember, one SPELL
What in the world makes the boy lie
so? I'm snre L don't know ? F.. Hs-..
l listened with strained ear for some
words. of, ,conde demnation from the moth
er,, but listened vainly. She only
worked over her butter themore busIly.
/ Il. too, wondered what made the boy
tell lies I; he came of a good, honest
stock as far back as could be remem-
bered, none of his race had ever been
imprisoned, or hanged ;Inone of them
had been remarkable as liars, yet Jim
,could lie there was no question OF
that, and l resolved to know why.
Deacon Thorne shaved, washed and
combed himself, and l heard him ask
his wife for a clean shirt. 1t was Sat
urday, and I wondered where he could
be going, and Yankee-like, set myself
to guessing, and, Yankee-like too guess
ed it out. He belonged to the Bap-
tist Church, and to-day was "Cove.
nant meeting" day. Pretty soon /
heard him come out upon the stoop,
and say to his wife, Nancy, it seems
to me you might get your work done
up, SO as to go to covenant meeting
sometimes. It don't look we'll for you,
and it plaques me to have the brothers
and sisters ask where sister Thorne is,
What shall 1 tell 'em, Nancy?" .
"You can tell 'em," replied Nancy,
in rather tart tone, ''that. I've no
help about my work, and it's as much
as can do to get ready for Sunday" "
~ Deacan Thorne got flea in his ear
He had told his wife that he thought
she could geta long without a girl, now
that the Summers work was done, and
the weather cool. Mrs. Thorne had
reluctantly consented to tryit, for she,
too, was--as Peggoty observed of Bar
kis, ''pretty near" and had an eye to
the ''mafn chances" !" .-H' % u.s.
NO When l saw the old piebald horse
hitched to the old green wagon, and
the deacon seated therein, and all to-
gether moving through the gate, l
hurried down stairs, and through the
woodshed, and took my way to the
barn. Pushing open the door, and