The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-06-27
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arrayed in mammoth cookin.
lapron, making drops =
lmost welcome sight to Lorrie at an
other time, for Aunt Louis spong,
drops were precious in his eye
But he hardly noticed them now.
"Why, Lorrie LamsOn! Where di
Iyou come from?"
"From home. I've got some gir
ger cakes" " replied Lorrie, suddenl
remembering the contents of hi
bulging pockets.
81 should think you had," laugh
ed Aunt Lou, as he brought out th,
broken fragments, one by one. obi
Mother send those to me?"
'No. Nora made them. Moth
er's gone to Brookville."
"Why didn't Katie come will
youY'
"She went with mother"
$50 they sent you up to see you
Auntie, did they?'
Lorrie didn't answer.
"Who brought youY'
"Nobody. 1 walked"
"What! All the way% exclaimed
the lady, much surprised, for Lorrie
was q delicate little boy. ''Did
Mother say you might?''
''Yes'm." And poor Lorrie won
dered no longer that he was heavy
hearted, for he kuew that he had
told a lie.
For time Aunt Lou was too busy
to notice the expression of the little
face. Placing a-heaping plate of the
tempting brown cakes before him,
she went on with her work; but when
she had finished, she took her seat
upon the doorstep cher favorite
resting place in summer) and took
the little fellow upon her lap.
$50 Mother lent you to me for one
day, did she?"
"Yes'm."
81 can't think how she happened
tn let him walk" said she, to her
self. "Upon such warm day, too.
He's all tired out" For LorTie did
look pale, and had hidden his face
upon her shoulder.
"You must go and lie down on nv
bed now," she continued; "and after
dinner Wen go out and help Uncle
Ben get in the hay"
Now going to bed in the day time
was an indignity against which Lor-
rie generally protested with all his
small strength; but he made no re-
sistance now. His kind Aunty drew
the curtains; then shut the door, and
left him to his meditation.
Alas! poor Lorrie. He tried to
sleep; but he seemed to feel Nam
mas kiss upon his lips. He seem
ed to see the sorry look in her kind
eyes and the tears in little Katie's.
He seemed to hear his fathers part
ing words: ''Bear it like a man,
my son." And how had he borne
it? He had run away and left it
that was the way he had borne it.
And, worse than all, he had told
falsehood, two falsehoods, and there
was no knowing how many moro he
might tell before supper time. Oh!
dear!
The stiffness of the cool, pleasant
room was insupportable. He got
up, and, not seeing his Auntie any
where, started off in search of Uncle
Ben.
1t was an impolitic movement, for
Uncle Ben was even more surprised
than his wife had been, and asked
him so many questions that he was
almost in despair.
''Iye told three, four, five lies" he
thought to himself. "What a wick
ed boy I am. III only hadn't come.
If this day could only begin over
again. If"
"Ting-a- ling ling" 1t was the
mammoth dinner bell, and they hur-
ried into the house.
All through the long afternoon, !
the little boy rode back and forth in
the large hay wagon, climbing nimb-
ly to the top when it was full, and |
standing up, proudly disdainful of
props when it was empty. 1t would |
have been such fun if-ahl that lit |
tie eff"
The last load was in, and the men
were slowing it away in the heaped |
up loft, which looked as if it never
could and never would hold another
bit, when Lorrie heard the rumbling |
Of distant thunder. 1t came nearer
and nearer, and soon peal after peal
sounded among the echoing hills,
and the flashes of lightning, coming
in quick succession, were almost
fearful. Quite fearful they were to
the child; who went'into the house,
seated himself upon a cricket at
Aunt LOUIS lap, and hid his face in
ler lap.
"You'll have to stay all night, Lor.
'ie," said she, smoothing his tum-
oled hair. "Mother won't be
anxious. She knows you're in good
hands"
There was no answer, for Lorrie
lad not thought at all about the get
ing home. His thoughts were busy /
enough now, however. What would |,
lis mother think? She had said
ihe would be at home early. Very
likely she was looking for him at
his very moment, and wondering
where he was She knew he was
lfraid of thunder. She would pity
lin so! Perhaps she would cry, I
md Katie, too. Oh! he didn't de /
Ierve it. What q mean, naughty boy i
le had been.
1t would be hard to be a more
miserable child than Lorrie upon
hat evening. The rain continued |,
With increasing fury.
Uncle Ben, evidently considering
lie weather too unpropitious or the
,ase not sufficiently urgent, did not
Harvesting either of his tired
lorses, but brought out the box of
lominoes to amuse his youthful Wis
tor. Lorrie, however, played in a
istless kind of way, quite different
rom his usually Wide-awake move
nents.
"Why, there's a ten for your
,ried Uncle Ben. didn't you see
t? 1 believe he's sleepy, Lou.
Guess he must go to bed as soon as
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