The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1872-02-15

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young breast swept with stormy sobs
| If he prayed he did not know it.
; doubt if he thought of God at all. Apart
from some vague memory of "now I lay
me-" said at his dead mothers knee, his
i ideas Of devotion were of the cold, rigid
uniformity Of his stern fathers morning
petitions, or the stately, untranslated
! formulas Of the minister's Icing prayer
But perhaps He who saw the boys soul
cropping blindly after some good lit did
not know, feeling weekly for some
strength not its own, yearning from it's
bitter unrest toward some uncompre-
Fhended peace, was less jealous of forms
and names than some Of US, His followers.
Hal came back at a little past the hour
for afternoon session, silent and pale
but Miss Waring knew instirctlvely
that it was no sullenness which prevent
| ed response to her smile of welcome. 1t
was well, she. thought, that his heart
were too sore for rapid healing. Mean
while she must give him, as best as she
could, the safe tonic of helpful service.
So she asked him TO stay after school
and help her carve a pair Of brackets
with which she ment to surprise the
children, each one to holda simple vase,
since the daily floral offering were sadly
crowded by the globe and books upon
her little desk.
Il am 50 awkward with . jack-knife,
Hail." She said, laughingly, "and last
night l cut my finger, and was quite dis
Outraged. Then who should Come IN
but Grandpa Spinney, with that wonder
full cane head OF. his, and when asked
him who cut it, he told me quite proudly
that it. was you. SO I knew Immediately
where to go for help" ..r r..
The boy blushed, half ashamed Of
having been detected in the little kind
common opinion having given him
over to unalloyed evil, he unconsciousIy
lshared with the rest Of humanity, the
tendency to preserve consistent reputa-
ton However, he consented eagerly TO
| her request. She took care to let few silent
moments pass in which the memory Of
the recent outbreak might settle down
lin chill constraint between them, and
drew him on to speak of things he un.
derstood-h&bit of bird or beast, secrets
of wood and water. course, gained as she
rightly conjectured, through manya day
Eof truantship, and atoned Tor, night by
night, with pitiless stripes.
She praised again his SKILL with the
knife, and he told her Of old Anton, the
Swiss wood carver, who had once So
tiourned in the village, with his quaint
costume and broken speech, and his
thrilling stories Of life among mountains
and glaciers i.'' ~. "''...1 ."1'
90, Miss WaringP' he cried out at
last, quite carried out Of himself BY en-
thusiasrn, 81 shonld like to go there |!
somewhere, anywhere---to be free!".'
Hiss Waring laid her gentle hand upon
his head '~S.
INV bow !' she said, ''even here, at
home, you may be more than free--a
king r.
His eager eyes were on her face. Her
solemn, tender voice went on:
"'He that ruleth his own spirit is bet
ter than he that taketh a city A hard
err conquest, Harold "a prouder victory!"
The boy breathed' heavily, and his
eyes sank, dim with a film of unshed
Gears. They worked while in silence
then the teacher took out her watch
ct is tea-tine," she said. Il am
going your way tonight. Shall we walk
together :"
Deacon Thorn, from his work in the
garden, bowed to Miss Waring as they
drew near.
must beg your pardon, Mr.. Thorn"
she said, 'tor having kept Harold so
late. l wanted MS help about a bit Of
work was doing .l-.l..., ...
'I'm very glad, Miss, if you can make
him of any use. It's more than anybody
else can"
Harold is doing very finely in his
arithmetic, Mr. Thorn. am quite proud
of him. t.-..,.. - 81,
"Well, the terms but just begun. A
new broom, you know, Miss = -,a.
She saw the old, hard look .darken
over the boys face. ..A.i..4a.,.. IA.
"God give me patience with this mans
blindness !'' her soul cried out, as she
turned to pass on her way. She would
have hidden Harold goodnight, but be
still walked at her side, his heavy brows
knit and lowering. .s. -.a-a
"You see how it is y he burst out at
last 'There's no use y
"Hareld," she answered, make your
father trust you! This is a part Of the
battle. You are not coward to fly at
the first onslaught ?"
/ "a coward nor His face famed.
"But it seems to me oowardly to bear
things, I'm sick Of meekuess and pa
thence, the right cheek, and left cheek,
and all that! There's that Gridley-
you know him, Miss Waring? He came to
! me when was in -" He stopped short
with hot flush, and his listener felt in
stinctively that the worI 'jaiI' had al
most passed his lips, sa. 4. sat
He came to me once, and told me how
awfully wicked | was, and talked about
meekness and .forgiving ones enemies
u. , 4 l. L.