The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1873-05-08
UNTANGLING.
A Story for the Home Circle, in
Four Chapters.
CHAPTER III.

Il
she heard the story Of the feather-bed
"You see now Aunty," said Jenny
"it's just as told you something is
always happening. l thought I was
doing the very best could, and that.
the way it turned out, instead of help
ing mother, hindered her. I heart
her tell father she thought she never
should get the sugar and feathers of
the baby"
Aunt Milly laughed again.
II think it's funny myself" added
Jenny. II only wish mother would
ever laugh.'
"It's always better to laugh than t.
cry" said Aunty. "But you must al.
ways take into account that mother
does three times As much work as she
ought to. That's enough to take the
laugh out OF any body"
"But isn't somebody to blame for
that ?"
"That Is question that you can't
settle; you must take things just as
you find them; help your mother all
you can, and overcome your own faults
oil you can. You must prove yourself
good scholar by mastering the bard
lessons set you to learn. II you were
where everything suited you, you
might grow up without ever knowing
that you had these faults to over
come"
II really believe, Aunty, you think
It's blessing to have mother cross"
II think nothing is ever given Us
In this world, that we can't turn into
blessing. Ifit 30 happens that your
mother is nervous and irritated by
overwork, you should SO use the an
noyance that 1t causes you, as to make
It blessing"
"But how can it be blessing,
Aunty?"
"What do you most like in John?"
"Why, Aunt Milly, think I like
his jollyness best OF any thing"
"You mean by that that he is al
ways in . good humor ?"
"Yes."
And you are very easily made
angry"
"Yes. Aunty."
"Well, suppose there was nothing to
make you angry the whole year long,
wouldn't you grow up with that fault
OF impatience uncured?"
II suppose so."
"And you couldn't expect the world
to deal kindly with you always, so
that ifyou were ever a really noble
woman, you would have to learn pa
tience under trial at one time and an
other. Do you understand me ?"
II think you mean this. Aunty.
that II can learn to bear these things
at home can bear anything"
"That's your way of putting it,"
said Aunt Milly, 'but that's about it,
Every fault is an evil growth; and
II we get them out roots and all. why
that's the last Of them. II you get SO
that you can bear the little trials that
you have now, with perfect patience
and good nature, you can bear larger
ones when you grow older in the same
way"
"And then things will go smooth
with me as they do with John p'
~ don't see why they shouldn't.
You semember hearing IN. tell your
father about the lifting cure, don't
you: ?"
"Yes, Aunty."
"Well Jenny, our trials should all
be weights to make us strong. fyou
begin by lifting the small burdens
with your small strength, the strength
will increase with the burdens, and by
and by you can lift heavy weights far
more easily than you can take up the
light ones now.
"But great many people never
learn to carry the small weights. Isn't
that so, Aunty."
"Yes dear; and that is why there is
90 much needless trouble in life. Peo-
pie fall down over stumbling blocks
that they might take up and throw
out Of the way. And now you can
see what mean by making trial a
blessing"
"InPthat way, Aunty, 'spose you'd
make even Dick blessing"
Certainly, II his tricks teach you
patience, but Dick could very easily
be made blessing Of q different kind
He's extremely fond Of teasing; but if
you should once convince him that
you really didn't care, he wouldn't
tease you any more, and you'd be the
best Of friends. He confided to me
the other day that he should like you
we'll enough II you weren't such a
baby"
"But should think that IL l don't
like to be teased, that ought to be
reason for Dicks not teasing me-"
well dear, we are not talking
about what ought to be, but what is.
II wasp gets in your vicinity you
don't waste time 10 proving that he
oughtn't to be there ; you put him out.
II Dicks fondness for teasing Is
wasp that stings you, get rid of it in
the only way possible to you. Don't
mind it,"
"A letter for you, Jen," said Dick,
appearing at the door, and interrupt
ing the talk.
'FOr me Give it to me-" and Jen-
ny sprang up with outstretched hand.
"Not 70 fast, there's no hurry"
"Oh Dick, please give it to me-"
inplored the child. while her brother
turned somersaults all around the par
lor, and finally perched himself sauci-
ly upon the back Of the lounge.