The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-06-27
Mistellaneons Selections.
LORI BE.


They had all gone, and left Lori
alone, which was very hard. Hi
mother felt that it was hard as sh,
looked out of the carriage window a
the lonely little figure swinging OF
the gate. Papa pitied him, too; but
with his parting wave of the hand
bade him be a man, and bear i
bravely. Little Katie shed a few
sorrowful tears, for she loved Lorrit
dearly, and couldn't bear to see hi:
fat face so sober. However, they
all went and left him. 1t was an un
avoidable circumstance, the why anC
the wherefore of which / cannot
tell you now; it would make my sto
ry too long.
He swung upon the gate until the
old hinges creaked fearfully; then
went into the house to study his
spelling lesson, as mamma had ad.
vised him. What a stupid looking
column "B-o-u-g-h-t, bought
Thought, thought; taught
taught. No, it isn't, either. o!
dear me. Why can't they spell 'em
all alike? What's the use of spell
ing, anyhow? Iwish Nora would
hurry up with that ginger bread" "
And he threw down his book and
went out into the kitchen.
He stood at the long table watch
ing the good-natured girl, as she
worked busily with rolliug pin and
cake cutter. Such fascinating work
Wouldn't she let him try? Yes, she
would and did, to the manifest detri-
ment of the pretty, even squares, for
Lorrie was taking drawing lessons.
"See here, Nora. I'll make a right
angle. Do you seer"
"Ah! yes; ah, that's a handsome
one,', said Nora, approvingly.
'These two things here are obtuse
angles" he continued, deity work
ing with the cutter.
ayes, yes" answered Nora; "but
what sort of pan will it be when its
baked?"
"Oh! good enough. Let me make
a triangle. These shorp corners are
cute angles, and"
"Cute enough" replied Nora, who
vas getting excited; "but can't be
waiting here all day. Give me the
cutter"
"This thing that I am making now
is the hy-pot-hy-pot-something.
How soon will it be done, NoraY
the cutter reluctantly.
"Study your rlesson ten times over,
an then come back an look" re
piled cunning Nora.
So Lorrie went back to his
30 u-g-h-t-s" again.
The cakes were soon baked, and,
having filled his pockets, he saunt-
cred off for walk. "The old clock
on the stairs" struck nine as he pass
ed out. Only nine! Itwas going to
be one of those long days, he knew.
He went over to "Johnny Testers
house" But Johnny had gone to
his grondmother's. He did wish he
could 90 somewhere too. He might
go to Aunt Louis. She'd asked him
ever and ever so many times. To
be sure, she lived a long way Off
two miles, they said; but he knew
every step of the way. He didn't
believe motheT'd care very much.
He'd tell Nora he was going.
No; he guessed he wouldn't. Why
should he? She wasn't his mother.
Well, he'd just walk as far as the
four corners, anyway, and then come
back-perhaps.
So the little fellow started. But
when the "four corners" were reach
ed it seemed pity to have had such
I walk for nothing. He was tired,
TO be sure; but he could rest when
be got there. "Just as if mother
would care! Aunt Lou was her own
sister. Funny if she wouldn't let
him 60 and see her" And so Lor-
rie silenced his inward monitor, and
made up his mind to be naughty
boy.
1t was lovely summer morning,
and for the remainder of his walk the |
road lay in a charming valley, upon
each side of which the hills rose
grand and beautiful. Upon their
smooth green sides the cattle grazed
peacefully. Occasionally some pet
ted horse, seeing the little figure
passing by, would gallop down the
road side for his handful of sugar or
salt. But Lorrie hadn't any for
him. The colts pranced merriIy
about, and once in while a tiny
squirrel would dart swiftly along
5he stone wall for a a little distance,
then disappear in some convenient
hole. How happy they all seemed
to be, Lorrie thought, and wonder
ing why he felt so heavy hearted.
Its because I'm so tired" he said
TO himself. 81 never came up alone
here before. Aunt Lou'll be glad to
see me, l know. She'll say"
Then it suddenly occurred to him
that Aunt Lou would ask a great
many questions, which he might
ind it convenient to answer. 1t was
4 relief just at this moment to see
,he white kitty come running to
meet him. Dear little kitty! Lor-
RE thought she had an especial loud
Durr of welcome for him; but the
ruth is she was an alfectionate little |
creature and loved everybody.
He trudged along, kitty rubbing
ler soft, furry side against him ev-
cry other step, until they reached
.he house.
"Aunt Lour' called Lorrie as he