The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1872-09-15

help herself. All !! She little dreamed of
the plan that was slowly forming in Car
the sun. If she had had the least idea Of it
abe would have stopped purring directly,
and taken herself in . hurry to the very
largest and highest apple tree Ia the garden.
But she didn't know, so she laid and purred.
4 That very forenoon Carrie and her little
pute. Jessie said cats couldn't swim.
Carrie said they could. They had argued
long while about it, and Carrie was
8 thinking now that she might try Buz and
see.
There was railroad bridge over the river
RE determined to 60 down there and try
her experiment..
/ So she got her hat and started off with
Buz in her arms. She knew that it wasn't
time for any train, so she walked carefully
along on some planks laid down on one
die of the bridge. Then, stopping sudden
~, she dropped the sleepy Buz between the
rails, right into the river.
don't know which was the most aston
ished the next instant, Carrie or the kitten.
An awful thought occurred to each of them
and to Carrie that possibly Jessie was
right, and poor Buz might be drowned.
She couldn't look into the water for a min
ute or two she was SO frightened and when
she did look, there was nothing to be seen
but q few rIppTes on the water. She wait
ed long time, looking and calling, but no
Buz appeared, and at length she concluded
that poor kitty must be lying dead at the
bottom of the river. She left the bridge
and sat down on q rock near by and cried.
She thought her "heart was almost
broken in two," "a she said afterward.
After long time she began to walk slowly
homeward, wiping her red eyes, and won
Il dering what her mother would say when
she told her she had drowned poor Bug.
just as she entered the gate she looked up
and there, on the doorstep, sat a white kit
ten, looking very wet and doleful, as she
surely Bug.
But she gave joyful little shout, and ran
to hug her darling, and beg her forgive
ness.
Then she ran into the house for towel,
and gave Bus such q scrubbing as she
never had before, nor will want again, 1
4 fancy.
When that was over, and Buz began to
look like herself again, Carrie thought she
q would finish getting her to sleep.
SO we will leave her where we found
her, rocking back and forth, and singing
His locks all entangied with grey"
-Youth's Companion.
KISS YOUR MOTHER GOOD. NIGHT.
Here is q story which want the boys
and girls to remember. There was once a
i little boy (he was not very little either, for
he had grown quite large enough to man
age o horse easily, and do q great many
things, which made him feel almost q many
who went up to his room one night, said
his prayers very properly, and went to
bed. But he could not sleep; he tossed
from side to side, counting hundred for
ward and backward, reciting to himself the
multiplication-table, hymns and long
poems; but, try as he might, he could not
90 to sleep. He had neglected duty, and
It weighed 80 heavily upon his conscience
that it was impossible for him to hnd rest.
At last he got up, CROPPED his way down
stairs to his mothers room, and finally
knocked at the door.
"Who's there 2" cried his father in rather
an angry tone.
cit is 1, pa"
He had several children, and upon first
awakening, could not distinguish the
at is Willie, papa. Please let me come
"what do you want, Willie' Are you
sick9n
ono, sir; am not sick; but L must see
At this his mother got up in the dark
ness, and unfastened the door. When the
little boy found her, he threw MS arms
around her neck, and kissed her warmly.
There were tears on his cheeks and tears
in his voice, when he cried
ooh mother l went to bed without
kissing you. forgot it, mother, indeed l
did; and could not sleep when thought
of It,"
You may be sure his mother was by this
time in tears herself They were tears Of
gratitude to God for having given heI
such an affectionate child. She drew him
to her and kissed him again and again
and, with blessing on him, dispatched
him again to bed. The burden off hi
conscience, he soon fell asleep; and neve
again, until he left home, man, to battle
with the great wicked world, did he forge
to kiss mother Observation-Disclosures
Friend.