The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1870-04-17
WFVl ElNILE COLUMN vi "
a story for Rsd Haired 1ita. eisls.

mOCuor CalleO me TO her one afternoon,
see If was hemming nicely q handkerchis
ing me just how to put in my needle, an,
exactly how the stitches must look to b
| right, she took my hand in hers and said
What big hand you havei"
Now, my mothers hand was extremel,
small, and always looked white and deli
she did and couldn't help feeling tina
somehow was TO blame for having such
big hand. Then my feet were large, too
and wore out shoes dreadfully. never
could walk; but wanted to jump and ruI
| and hop on first one foot and then tht
other.
But what was worse than either biz
hands or big feet, had red hair and q
freckled face. How should I ever gel
through the world with freckled face 1
And wasn't there something that would
take away those dreadful frecklesf
tried buttermilk, and wheat bran tea, and
cucumber water; but the obstinate freckles
don't care q bit if they do.
The first thing thought of, when saw
new little girl, was to notice if her hands
were small, and If she had black hair and
clear skin; and saw plenty that answer
ed to this description. But as l grew older,
and studied algebra, and wrote IS compost
tions," and "ciphered in fractions," found
cises on the slate or blackboard, he never
seemed to think whether the hand was big
or little that made the figures; and when
got into natural philosophy aud astronomy,
was not long in being perfectly satisfied
that the brains under the hair are of more
value than the hair.
What lovely ounces have seen, with
glossy black hair and taper fingers, or moist
brown hair and snowy hands, that always
shook their beautiful heads, and twisted
their slender fingers in despair, because
they couldn't answer the questions. While
they were trying to study their lessons,
they couldn't help thinking what George
and Henry and Willie said about them, or
how they should dress themselves up for a
walk in the evening, and make themselves
look pretty.
But, poor me couldn't make myself
look pretty. My hair would be brasil, air
and sunshine only deepened my freckles,
solved to be amiable and smart. How
sorely tried my temper, which was try
ing to cultivate into perfect sweetness, to be
told Mr. So-and-so says he prefers the
red-headed young lady" That red-headed
girl recites the best"
By-and-by grew up, as we say, to.
womanhOod, and my hair was red as ever,
but the head under the hair was packed pref
ty full of knowledge, and the quick blood,
ever ready to dye the checks and brow the
color of the hair, had learned to own its mis-
tress, and obey her own behest. 1 met a tall,
handsome young man. whom every iody
praised for his beauty and his talents. But
what could beauty have to do with me,
with hopeless plalnnessG never dreamed
he could forget the color of my hair, or fail
to notice the size of my hands or feet. But
he never seemed to think anything about
them, and when he led me to be his wife,
| never thought a bit about them either.
.i1a@
and have three girls and two boys, not one
of whom is blessed with red hair. But I
think if 1 had been pretty / might have
loved dress and dancing and folly, and not
have studied my lessons nearly SO hard as
/ did, or loved learning and excellence Of
and smart and good husband, or been the
mother of such family of boys and girls.
Now, my little redheads and freckle-
faces, while the pretty little girls are fiirt
ing with the boys and jumping, do you
;tady; study. hard and patiently control
your tcmpers; for every body says red
headed folks are quick tempered be wise
and good, and if you don't come out
ust as we'll in the end as any of your COM
DaniOns. am old enough to be gray; but
never expect. to be gray, my hair is so
ed. But you will not love me any less for
hat, am sure. My own children do not.
-Rurd! Neic Yorker.
The USE OF REMEMHERING.-'' What is
he use of remembering ali this ?" pettshly
ried Il boy, after his father, who had been
giving him some instructions, lett the room.
III tell you what, remembering is of
,reat service sometimes" said his cousin.
Let me read this to you:'
''My dog Dash was once stolen from me-"
avs Mr.. Kid. "After being absent ten
months he one day entered mr office in
own, with Il long string tied around his
eek. He had broken away from the felr
ow who held him prisoner Our meeting
vas IL joyful one. ! found out the thief,
lad bin unprecedented, and took him before
he magistrate. He said the dog was his.
g Mr.. Kid" said the lawy er, addressing
ne, 4" can you give any satisfactory proof
# this dog being your property r.
'Placing my mouth to the dogs ear--tirst
living him IL knowing look--whispered
title communication known only to us two,
Dash Immediately reared on his hind legs,
nd went through series of maneuvers
With a stick, guided meanwhile by my eye,
which set the whole court in a roar. NV
violence needed nothing stronger; the
hief stood convicted Dash was liberated,
nd, amid the cheers of the multitude, we
lerlily bounded homeward."
That dogs Remembering was of service to
i'm it was taken as evidence in court,
nd it fairly got the case. Yes, he was set
rec and the thief convicted. Well, if fol-
,wing his masters instructions served a
og so well, how much more likely is it to
@ important. for a boy to treasure up the
distractions of his father. No knowing
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