Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1872-10-03
Ghildren's department.

"GIR1s, HELP FATHER My hands are
so stiff can hardly hold pen," said Farm
er Wilber, as he sat down to figure OUT
some accounts that were getting behind hand.
"Can help you, father?" said Lucy, lay
ing down her bright crotchet work. II shall
be glad to do so if you will explain what you
want"
"Well, I shouldn't wonder if you can, Lu,
cy," he said reAectively. "Pretty good at
figures, are you?"
1t would be sad if did not know some.
thing of them, after going twice through the
arithmetic" said Lucy, laughing.
"Well, can show you in five minutes what
I have to do, and it'll be wonderful help il
you can do it for me. never was a master
hand at accounts in my best days, and it does
Very patiently did the helpful daughter
plod through the long lines of figures, leaving
the gay worsted to lie idle all the evening,
though she was in SUCH haste to finish her
scarf. 1t was reward enough to see her tired
father, who had been toiling all day for her
self and the dear ones sitting SO cozily in his
easy chair, enjoying his weekly paper.
The clock struck nine before her task was
over, but the hearty-"Thank you, daughter
thousand times" took away all sense OF
weariness.
"It's rather looking up, where a man can
have such an amanuensis," sad the father.
cts not every farmer that can afford it,"
"Not every farmers daughter that is capa-
BILE of making one," said the mother, with a
little pardonable maternal pride. ..
"Nor every one that would be willing, if
able," said Mr.. Wilber which last was sad
truth. How many daughters might be of use
to their fathers in this and many other ways,
who never think of Tightening a care or Ia
Dor. If asked to perform some little service
it is done at best with reluctant step and IN
willing air that robs it of all sunshine or claim
to gratitude.
Girls, help your father! Give him cheer
full home to rest in when evening comes, and
do not worry his life away by fretting because
he cannot afford you all the luxuries you
covet. Children exert as great an influence
on their parents, as parents do on their chill
dren.
How QUARRELs BEGIN.--"1 wish tina
pony was mine," said little boy at a window
looking down the road.
"What would you do with him p asked hi:
brother.
ride him; that's what I'd do"
Gail day long ?"
eyes, from morning till night"
"You'd have to let me ride him sometimes.
"Why should I? You'd have no right tt
him if he was NINE"
"Father would make you let me have him
part of the time"
"No, he wouldn't:''
"My children" said the mother, who now
saw that they were beginning to get angry
with each other, "let me tell you Of quar-
rel between two boys no bigger nor older thar
you are. They were going along a road, talk
ing in pleasant way, when one of them
said:
Il wish I had all the pasture land in the
world" "And I wish had all the cattle in
the world" said the other. "What would
you do then ?" asked his friend "Why, ]
would turn them into your pasture land.
"No you wouldn't" was the reply. eyes,
would" "But I wouldn't let you. You
shouldn't do it." 81 should" "You shan't.
II will" And with that they seized and
pounded each other like two silly, wicked
boys, as they were.'
The children laughed, but their mother
said:
"You see in what trifes quarrels often be-
gin. Were you any wiser in your half angry
talk about an imaginary pony? If l had
not been here, who knows but you might have
been as silly and wicked as they were ?"-
Reaper.