The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1873-06-29
JUVENILE COLUMN.
HOW he WAS CURED.

HOW He WAS CURED.
M UNCLE GEORGE.
chie Sharp was very bad boy. From
4narkably cross grained baby, he had
Hoped into sour-tempered, incorrigi-
camp of twelve. His mother, who was
dow in narrow circumstances, had ex-
&enced much anxiety and spent many
Stecpless nights on his account. Archie
H&S bright enough, in fact great deal
1sxeAter than his sister Emily, but his
fitness did him no good, only making
Bin The ripper for mischief and evil deeds.
rchie went to school, but he learned
there, except how to get into
ct1on. Young as he was he had been
XkqnentIy expelled for playing truant, tell
~ stories and other bad conduct. His
e&her, it is true, had always succeeded in
Ting him back again, but his teacher
kA no hopes of him and only took him,
1e after time, into her good graces be-
Use che had compassion on his lone and
Hrtby parent.
One day Archie had been sent home for
Resirg all his lessons, and he was, in con-
&auence, in q very ugly humor. His
acher, also, had sent his mother note
Ving that he must not again return until
had resolved to do better, and had
zen some positive pledge to that. effect.
TIA Oh, Archie" said his mother, when she
I'D this note, off you do not mend your
eys, fear You will grow mp a wicked
ssI don't care if L dol" said Archie
$ossly. 81 might just as we'll grow up
licked as good, for nobody likes me or
<Bres anything about me!
20 Fie, fie, Archie!" cried his sister Emil
q. you know mother and both love
fou dearly when you behave yourself
y" Miss Baby - screamed Archie in a pas
4on, "don't poke your snub nose where
BE not wanted Who was talking to You Z"
Emily looked at her brother sorrowfully,
nd went away.
Archie moped, and sulked, and twisted
lis fingers through his hair until his head
Iesem bled dust heap in gale of wind.
Then he made horrible faces in the look
eg. glass under the old-fashioned pier
Able, and then turned up his nose and
fnck out his tongue at the little boys
sassing in the street, until about a dozen
them shook their fists at him and threat
ped to come in and whip him. But, at
6st, growing weary of the comparatively
amusements of mopipg, salking,
taking faces and irritating street boys
Tho could not get at him, Archie turned
lie attention to q great book of pictures
Pat lay on the marble top of the pier-ta
De. He sat down on the floor and took
be leaves over furiously with his fingers.
hen he pulled his knife from his pocket,
nd commenced stabbing the distinguished
zen and women represented in the pic
Mres. This was famous sport, and the
langhty boy found it especially to his lik-
sG. He committed wholesale murder,
'nechering scores upon scores of eminent
Ger, he stabbed him to the heart, and COM
81 suddenly upon the Senate of the Unit
q States in full session, fearlessly attacked |
be entire assembly, cutting off Henry |
lays head, horribly mutilating Thos.- b.
lenton, and making James Buchanan a
ripple for life.
Archie then got up, and seeking for some
hing else to rip and tear, stumbled ON his |
fster's baby house. Plucking out of it |
.mily's favorite doll, he snatched up
eather whip he used to crack at poor cats
nd uneffending dogs, and holding the doll
loft commenced to thrast it unme1 cifully.
le ended by fracturing its pretty, waxen
kull with the but end of his whip. Then
9 cast both doll and whip upon the floor,
nd, thrusting his hands into his pockets
nd leaning against the entry door, he
Durly surveyed the ruin he had caused.
t this critical moment little Emily ran
lngipg into the room, followed at a short
istance by her mother. When Emily
aught sight of her poor dolls fractured
ice in her mothers apron. Archie, with
is lips stuck out and his eyes sulkily
aring, was still looking at the wreck and
lid nothing.
"Archie, Archie !" said the mother sor-
'wfully. You have broken Emily's
retty doll her dear auntie gave her before
,e died You ought to be ashamed of your
,lfw
Just then tile mother noticed the book
1t, torn and crumpled upon the floor.
ears stood in her eyes. She picked it up
i'd sadly regarded its much mangled con-
tion.
"Archie," she said, "this was your poor,
ead fathers favorite volume, the one that
ext to his Pray er-Book he loved most
early How could you bear to spoil it 80 !"
Archie was touched at last-he remem-
cred how often, when he was dying slow
of consumption, his father had taken
m on his knee and shown him the pic
res in that book. He burst into tears.
" Mother" he sobbed, I" / am wicked,
licked boy Poor fathers book"
His mother said nothing further to him,
1T left nature to do it's work. y!
The rest of that day Archie was silent,
1t he seemed to be thinking deeply about
netting and did no further mischief.
owards evening he brought Emily's doll {
her neatly mended. The next morning
went back to school of his own accord.
hat took place between him and the {
d.