The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1872-12-06

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went into larger employment. Whe
Ray was almost five years old, hi
mother sent him to school. He di,
mot like it much, for the boys mad
eyes at him, and the teacher WASH
Ipretty, like Miss Lou.
Presently she came round with
great book, and said:
cray, what's your name?"
"My names Ray. Its sufin els
too-real big-can't find what"
He sat there for a whole hou1
with his primer upside down, till h
was called out to spell with a clas
ofsmall boys. He did very nicely a
first, for the one above him couldn'
spell "boy," and Ray, who stood a
the foot of the class, and moreover
was the smallest boy of all, speller
the word, and went up one. So dlc
his honor go up in the estimation O
the boys.
Now Miss Smith had a theory O
her own, that beside spelling, small
boys should te taught q certain
amount of ''useful knowledge" Ac
cordingly, she made a practice O
Ipropounding a number of set ques
tions to them, for the edifcation O.
small boys; So now she said:
"Boys, how many senses have you?'
At which a chorus of voices res
ponded, "Fivel Seem, hearin'
smellin', tastin', feelin'P'
For the "feelin," they brought
their hands together with a great
crash, like a young earthquake.
Then turning to Ray the teacher
said, Glow many senses have youFi
ooh! rs got lots, and lots; much
as fifty ten cantses, what Miss Lou
gived me-"
Here there was a great shout from
the small boys. Ray was going down
like the mercury in the thermometer.
Then came the next question, aWho
discovered American and the an
sWer, "Chris-ter-fer Cul-um-busP
On hearing his "big name," Ray
started back with horror, thinking
the boys had accused him with some
deed.
ooh, Miss Sniff, they tells 'rong
stories, the does; IneVer didn't 'seoV
er nufing, I didn'tp'
The boys Uttered and gaped, until
Ray went so far down in disgrace
that he thought he was going
through the floor.
One hot afternoon Lou was sitting
in the cool parlor, in a cool white
1ress, when there came a low rap
1t the door, and a small voice said (:
"Mayn't 1 come, Miss LouY'
Then froWzy head appeared, and
a wee dirty face, with two white
paths down the cheeks which tears
had made.
"Why, what as the matter, Ray?"
And between his sobs he told the
story.
"Tommy'n me-we's-a-comin'
home-from schOol-'n 1 sea
wagin tehind-he pushed me-'n
[ fell-'n 1 said he's mean-when
We was hangin' on an swared't he
men be fin 1 fitted baek"-after
4 pause-"an' Pse sorry, Miss Lou
Il isl won't never, never do so
no moreP'
He buried the little, dirty, sob
Ding face in the white folds of Louis
1ress, and as she stroked the bright
hair, the sobs gradually ceased, and
be looked grayely up in her face
saying:
Use been awful bad, Miss Lou.
think Ill tell God to forgive me,
an ask me to be gooder."
He suddenly kneeled down beside
her, and elasped his hands and said /:
"Dear God, Pse been bad boy, but
| guess Tommy's the baddest, COS
he begunned it. Won't you please
make US both good deal gooder'n
ne isg'
One day Rays mother stood by
,he long ironing board, smoothing,
With infinite care, the numerous tiny
iucks, that reached half way up the
skirts of a white dress.
The day was hot, very hot; and
she was tired. Great drops stood
out on her forehead; her hair was
heavy with moisture; she looked
white and deathlike about the mouth.
She was not a cheerful, happy heart
ID, worker, because she was tired.
Not alone the blessed tired that
sends one to early repose, but heart
,ired. The work and the life seem
I'd all to no purpose. Her nature
,ried out for rest. Her lot was vet
% her vexed problem, over which
'he gloomily brooded. She often
lalf-formed a wish that she might
lie and the terrible thought came,
would that be rest for her, who had
10 God? And then her little Ray
10, no, she wouldn't die, she would
work for him. Just now he came in
With his hands full of spooIs, and
anged them along the table; by and
" he stopped and watched her tron.
Mother, isn't you tired? You
Ook ziff you never couldn't do any
nore."
eyes, Ray"
"What makes folks tired, mother?"
"Workin', Ray = and worryin',
co."
eDoes God make 'em do it?"
"Well, no-yes-I don't know"
Don't you never read the Bible
,ook. mother, like Miss Lou"
"N-o."
.It tells sumfn' nice-'bout tired"
"WhatY'
1T says-says-says-I'n ask"
md he ran off into the front Of the
zig house, and pretty soon brought
testament, i