Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1870-09-22
BERTIE'S ANGER.

BERTIE, GEAR Bertle, VIII! you not shy
good Knight to mer" pleaded the sweet
voice of Minnie Hamilton.
moi" he replied, angrily pushing her
"Come now, BERTHE, do forgive me, and
let US kiss anu be friends twill you not,
BERTHE, dearp" 'He iHs.
He answered her not, but only looked
sulkily out Of the window. Minnies blue
eyes filled with tears. E
You know did not spell 5yfeir kite
on purpose, dear brother" she said. !,
But 1t is my bed time and If you will
not forgive me l must pray to God," and
the child left the room.
Five minutes after she was kneeling in
her own little chamber and pleading at
the throne of grace on her brothers. be-
half. Her prayer was simple, but the
Good Shepherd did not despise even this
little one of his flock,
"Dear, kind Savior" she pleaded, In
earnest childlike accents, edo please
make dear BERTHE forgive me- am 30
sorry made him angry, but l did not
mean TO do so. Pour into his heart thy
Holy Spirit, and let him love me again !;
aud may he grow up q great and good
man, aud 10 q Uvmnjrt u MS Gear NAM
ma Dear Jesus, please hear me, though
am wicked, sinful child, and make us
live very happily together on earth; and
when thou seest fit grant, most gracious
God, that we may meet ut thy great
white throne, where all is peace and love,
and join dear papa in singing glory, glory,
gloryp
And then the little one, after commend.
ing herself to her Heavenly Fathers keep
In, To, tn iha
in at the window, and revealed the lovely
child as she TRANQUILITY slept One little
arm was thrown carelessly on the snowy
ness, while the long gol1en hair was
silky eyelashes shaded dimpled cheeks, on
which the roseate hue Of sleep rested. 4
beautiful revelation from the home o.
light the Numbering child appeared. Her
little hands clasped tightly a small text.
book, and ever and anon sweet smile
parted her cherub lips.
ing; flowers or thousanu varied huet
yielded their delicious perfumes, each one
a reminder in itself OF the great and glOri.
GUS Giyer Of all good things. BERTHE, who
had passed restless, sleepless night,
arose early with determination Of seek
ing his little sister and asking her pardon.
Hastily he dressed himself and hurried
down stairs. The breakfast was still an
touched, and neither Mr.. Hamilton nor
Minnie was there. . -..-
Perhaps my sister Is iI the school
ROOM" he sud 70 himself; II will 60 and
see" .....
He was fastening in that direction
h.. ~ far M tnfr va
ly. She needed not her child's inquiry Of
what was the matter. "Where Is Min
mic 2" Mt length Berthe asked, anxiously.
Mrs. Hamilton suppressed her grief, and
holding out her hand, said very sadly,
/" Come and see."
Tremblingly BERTHE followed his moth
or. A feeling OF dread and awe crept over
him, he scarcely knew wherefore. Mrs.
Hamilton stopped at Minnie's door, and
gently opened it. q, what q picture was
revealed TO Bertie's gaze There, indeed,
lay his sister, but how? Asleep? All,
more than that, for she would never
awake again--neyer ask in imploring &C.
cents, Won't you say good night, dear
BertieY
The flush that in sleep had looked 30
lovely, was now gone, and her features,
luOuRn Uthutuul III uSttu, WCIc D1lo &c
marble. The pretty flower had been
culled ere midday had scorched IT. No
more would storms mar Its lOveliness
transplanted to q brighter and happier
land, 1t reared its head where II should
never fade, or droop, or die.
30, mamma, mamma I" cried BERTHE, in
q tone of an guish, twill she never speak
to me againf Shall never, Fever see
her moreH a di -
II trust 30, my boy. Dear Minnie IL
only gone before; win you not try 70
walk In her Eootstepsi Then, my child,
you viii meet her agsin-in that place
where parting Ii no more" aa
20, can never 90 to her, mamma !!
am naughty, wicked, sel6sh boy, and
she was 30 good and gentle. Mamma, l
would not sAy good night to her last even.
ing,"' and Bertis hid his fhce on Mrs.
Hsmilton's shoulder and wspt convul-
lively.
"Huah, hush. dear BsrtiA and tell me
| what you mean" f.44s,t u a,,4
Amid n4ocating sobs the little boy
tsld his mothsr how he had been playing