Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1870-07-29
YOUTHS DEPARTMENT
THE WIND AND rME KITE.
by MARY BEDFORD.


A LITTLE boy had been very busy for
good many days msking beautiful kite.
II was made OF strips of thin wood neatly
fastened together and covered with pretty
colored paper. 1t had a fine, long tail
made OF bobS of paper.
When it was all done, the little boy
looked at it with pride and delight Then
he took ball of string and tied one end
of it securely to the kite. "Now," said
he, "you are all ready to fly. If it is a
windy day tomorrow, 1 viii take you out
In the field, and we shall see how high up
in the air you will 60" The Kite al this
time felt a little bewildered. He had been
made so lately that he was not quite sure
what his part was to be inlife, what should
be his object and what was expected of
him. But the last words of the little boy
gave him new idea.
"Oh," thought he, $50 1 am to fly in
the air, to be sure II is strange | never
thought of that before. And this string,
suppose, is to prevent my flying away
from my master / don't know about this
string however, we shall see"
The next morning it was very windy.
The trees waved their branches wildly
and the window sashes ratified.
This is just the day to try my new
kite" said the little boy as he took 1t from
the drawer and carried 1t into the field
behind the house. u .-
This was the first tine the Kite had
been out of doors, and he looked about
him with some curiosity. He thovght he
should like to fly up into the blue SKY, it
looked 80 sunny and bright. just as the
little boy began to unwind his Kite. string,
his mother. called him from the back door
to draw some water. .-.
"Pm COMM" said he, rather discon-
solately, and he laid his kite ON the top Of
the fence, fret carefully tying the string
to the post, and ran into the house. @'a
The Kite was left alone, and he looked
about him and began to feel an irresistible
desire to ny up in the air.
Who is this pulling me?" said he.
"Why do futter up aud down so9"
"lt is |, said the Wind. "Come with
me. We will have merry times togtther.
You skc'l ride on my back, and we'll go
round th world"
but N tied to the fence" said the
Kite.
"Never mind" said the Wind, "come
with me. The string will easily break il
you will only raise yourselfa little, Come
| | will show you many wonderful things.
We will fly to the white clouds, and have
merry games together in the air. You
ought to learn something OF the world"
"But my master who made me, what
will he say when he comes back and finds
me gone y .-s .u..
"Oh, that is no matter" said the Wind,
| "He can make another any day."
| And SO the Wind coaXed the Kite, and
kept pulling it little at one corner, and
| twitching it at the other, 50 that finally
the Kite, who was weak and light, and had
no solid principles, allowed himself to be
persuaded. ...,..
Then the Wind made one tremendous
effort and snap went the strlpg, and VI
went the Kite on the back of the bolster
Gus, frolicksome Wind.
"Hurrah I" shouted the Wind "Her6
we goI There's bird--lets chase him
Now, down we go, shaking the tree tops
! Let us slam thai blind. Rip the slates
off the roof! Come, my friend; must
not leave you sticking in that chimney
Come alongp
"Where are yeu taking me ?" asked the
| poor Kite, beWildered and out of breath
But the Wind rushed on, never mind.
ing his questions, sweeping him on over
| trees and houses, woods and fields, now
low on the ground, now high in the air,
| whisking him kither and thither, wherev'
or he happened TO fancy.
They cane to village where little FIRE
was creeping unn0ticed from shed.
"Hulio Il shouted the Wind. 4" Well
have some fun here !''and down he went
tanning the flIe, so that the writhing
flames crept up and licked the walls of tbs
cottage.
StiIl the Wind flung himself against the
fire, spreading the flames and Frightening
the blaze every moment. Soon the Cot
tage was on fire, and then the next house
and by and by the whole village. The
poor Kite was dragged against his will
close TO the flames.
"Oh, / shall be burnt up!" he cried
Save me save mel"
"Huzza p shouted the Wind, delight
ing in the hot breath of the roaring ire
The Kite felt his beautiful floating tai
burning. In another moment he would
have been lost, when-"Come |" said tn,
Wind. I'VE are off again = and for tha
time he was out of danger, though hi
beauty was ruined for ever. Then they
came 10 the city.
"There is boy" said the Wind. OF
with his cap into the mud. Catch tina
lady's veil, Here it is Wen land it il
this tree"
The Kite glanced down and saw tn,
poor boy fishing for his cap in the mud
puddle, and caught a glimpse of police
man climbing the tree TOR the veil Will
the lady waited below. But he hat
scarcely moment to look, for the VIM
hurried him off again. The next momen
he found himself sticking to the tele
graph-Wire and the Wind rushing ava,
with mocking laugh,
"Stopp cried the unfortunate Kite
"Help me down from here. Don't leav
me in this way. L would never hav
come with you If l had known you woul
have treated me So"
"Ha! hap laughed the mischievou
Wind as he whished round the corner.
There hung the poor Kite, torn an
scorched. And there he hung for man
weeks and months. Sometimes he tol
his sad story to the birds who lighted O.
the wires, but they were all so busy wit
their own affairs that they could not sto
10 listen to him long.
He often thought of his little master
and wished he had not left the only pei
son who seemed to care for him. But b
knew it was too late to think of that.
The Wind came every day and pulle
the poor, tattered Kite, tearing off littl
bits of paper, that would fall flutterin
, down to the street and be trodden int
the mud but he never released him, an
the Kite still clung to the wire, and thel
you might have seen him any day il yo
had taken the trouble TO look, warnin
TO all who are easily tempted and Il
astray,- Chadren's Hour.