Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1873-08-20
ID searched for it herself carefully, all

| and searched Tor 1t herself carefully, all
| in vain. I -
Harry was moody and depressed.
There was one day more before the time
when the essays were to be handed in,
and he had been more than a month
writing and rewriting this and bringing
| 1t to perfection. 1os1 1H
Couldn't you copy it again from the
old sheets?" suggested his mother.
90, no, you know can't, mother" said
| Harry, drearily II altered it ever so
much the last time I wrote it, and put in
new things. No, [ never can write it
again, never"
1t was a hard case, for Harry had in
dulged in such high hopes about his
essay, and had given great deal of care
and thought to the writing of it. Besides
| his father had promised him real gold
watch If he won the prize. He had been
| almost sure Of it, and now his heart was
fairly broken under his loss and disap-
| pointment.
"Never mind Harry" said his mother,
| kindly; sail people meet with a great
many disappointments in life, and the
only way is to keep up good courage and
| try again. There will be another prize
essay next term, and then you can try
again for the watch" s
| But nothing consoled Harry, who sat
| the deepening darkness with his hands
over his face.
"Come, Harry said his mother a few
minutes later, 81 want you to light the
large lamp for me, and set it here on the
table. Mamie, stop straining your eyes
over your book at the window"
Harry got up to obey his mother, but
| could not find a match.
Il can't light it," he said, "there isn't
a match on the shelf" g 4tat
| "No, but there are plenty of lamplight-
ers," said his mother. mamie filled the
vases today Take one of them and light
it at the grate''
Harry did SO, and soon had the lamp
burning bright on the table. Ashe turned
back to throw the half consumed lamp
lighter into the CRATE, something struck
his eye on the uncurling bit Of paper
| Surely he had seen that blot before. 1t
was the very one he had grOaned over that
morning in the library when his work was
almost done
"Why, mother, that's queer" he ex-
claimed, 81 got a blot just like that on
my essay, this morning I remember it
because it was shaped like pearl
us it possible?" said his mother hastily,
struck with new idea ''Take another
lamplighter and unroll it and see what is
on it."
Harry did so and started with fresh
amazement. - fsEN - -e ~.
| 'How funny" he said "Here is one
OF my new thoughts that am sure I never
wrote till this morning."
| 30 Mamie! Mamie ~ exclaimed mann
ma, in comical dismay, ''you have cut
| poor Harrys essay all up into lamp
lighters!"
| 1t was even so, and Harry fairly Rugged
his sister in the relief of the discovery, it
was so much better than if that dreadful
boy had taken it.
"And [ will copy it again this very
nightp' he declared with renewed energy,
| going at once after his inkstand.
Mamie was very eager and anxious to
help; 50 she went to work unrolling all
the carefully made lamplighters as fast as
| she could. And mamma heated an iron
and pressed them smoothly out 1t was
| as good as q game with dissected map
to get all the sentences in their order
again, but by putting all their heads to-
gether they did it, and Harry began his
copy.
1t cost him several hours of toll; he had
to sit up till midnight to finish, but he
succeeded, and had good clear copy Of
the essay before he went to bed, ready to
| give his teacher the next afternoon.
| 1t won the prize, too, which was best
of all, and the gold watch came next, in
due order, you may be sure.