The Lincoln County herald., 1872-11-20
LITTLE FOLKG.
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WHAT VNSELFISk MEANS


tn Abe room one evening while their
sether was busy ironing-Johnpy, Fred
ssS Louise. Johnny vas nine years old,
and he seed cloud to bis little brother
end sister. Whenever they came to sny
cord they could not understand, their
mother would tell them what il seant
Louise held up her hand for attention.
"Id like to have mother tell US shs,
unssl6sh means. Mayb. I do knov, su.
1 want her to tell it her way" said the
child.
II will illustrate 1T BY a little story,
when Johnny is through reading, aud l
am done ironing" said their mother.
Then after while she told this story :
zone time there we're three little chill
dren, and their mother told them she
would give each one a penny for every
six eggs they brought in the house. The
Oldest child brought six or eight eggs q
day, but the youngest ones couldn't find
any. Their nests we're all low down IN
quiet places. easily reached. But the
hens liked best to lay up in the fragrant
mows.
The eldest Of the three little ones
thought of plan that pleased him ex
csedingly, and he pu, it into execution.
He would peep into the other nests silly,
and If there we're nc eggs in them, he
would take those out of his nests and
put in theirs, and let his little brother
and sister think they had been laid there
"That Is what one calls an unselfish
act. he was glad to give up his own
pleasure to make his little brother and
sister happy, though l believe his de
light was greater than theirs. | want
you all to seek to be unselfsh study
the comfort and happiness of others be
fore your own. If there is anything
good and enjoyable, try and have some
enc else get it. Never fear but you'll
be happy enough. An uusel6sh person
is never unhappy
Just here the mothers eyes fell full
upon Johnny. Little fellow he was
appearing unspeakably full of some kind
OF an emotion. His hands were thrust
down into his pockets, and he looked
right into the crate, just as though he
thought the red blazes were something
new and beautiful. His face was red,
too, but then the reflection of the glow.
ing fire might have made that. He
twisted his head round uncasily, when
his mothers eyes fell upon him.
THAT boy in the story is our blessed
brother Johnny, isn't it, mother? Say,
wasn't it, Fred? Say, all of you? Oh,
oh | thought my hen ptied me and
laid lots of eggs, just to please me, and
there it was our johnny all the time :"
and Louise flew to the little fellow and
woosd his head about and hugged him.
and kissed him, and tickeled him, and
then he sat locking just as ashamed as
though he had stolen somebody's hens
eggs, and had been caught at it.
"Oh, who told you that, ma?" said he.
looking dswn modestly; Il didn't want
EN- ever to know it.
"th, maybe little bird sang i, to
me, said the glad mother, laughing.
"Nsbsdy can do anything that our
mother won't find it out" said Fred
laying his hand on Johnny's shoulder.
Now We know what un.elf,h means.
don't ws?" said Louise, "and | mean to
try and be just as unsslGsh as ever can"
And here she flew at her little brother
Johnny, and began fuzziDg up his hair,
and palting his cheeks, and all the while
proud Of the shy, kind brother, who had
set such a sweet example Of unselG.h-
ness before hem-Advancs.