The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-06-27
Say rour prayers. darlinr ;,

lace in her friendly lap again. Sh
listened in vain for a few minute.
then the childish voice commenced
"God bless me and make me
good little boy"
! 1t was of no use. Lorrie eouldn'
bear it any longer.
"Ohl Auntie, Auntiep' he falter.
ed. 'Pm so bad! I've grown into
an awful a wicked boy to-davl .
Much confused, the lady took hin
IN her arms and kissed him, but said
not a word.
Mother didn't-say I might come
one don't know. 'Pwasn't true
iiyTe-been-telling-stories. Aw-
full stories, I-n
HPoor little fellowr,
Il want to go homer sobbed Lor-
RE. Il can walk. 1 could walk
three miles-just as easy"
'Then Mother doesn't know where
you are?"
mo. Ididn't tell Nora
"You must go at once. And Aunt
Lou shuddered as she thought of the
family at home. I'll speak to Uncle
Ben"
"Ohl don't! Please don'tl 1 can
walk. 1t doesn'train. 1 amt afraid
now" pleaded Lorrie, who hated to
have Uncle Ben know.
But Aunt Lou was firm, though
her own eyes filled, as she looked at
the little tear-stained face.
"You have been verv nauohtv'' .
said she. "But God forgives nauSb-
ty boys when they are sorry. Tel
father and mother all about it. and
they will forgive you too, I know.''
!, T" ), wasn't such a bad boy yester-
day." faltered Lorrie.
"And you won't be tomorrow
said Aunt Lon, soothingly, as she
left the room.
What Uncle Ben said when he
heard the sad story Lorrie never |
knew. He only knew that he was |
taken up very gently in a pair of
strong, firm arms and carried to the |
buggy; and, though not a word was
spoken during the homeWard drive
the child felt that he was not utterly |
despised and forsaken, as he had |
feared.
Dollie did, indeed, 90 '1ike the |
wind, though she had done a hard |
days work. Arrived at the house. |
they were surprised to find it dark |
and deserted. Even the kitchen was
empty.
Nora, however, soon appeared.
She had only gone to the "frst turn
in the road" hoping to hear some
thing OF her lost charge. Supposing
that he was with his friend, Johnny
Lester, she had felt no alarm about |
him until sfter the shower, when,
inding that he had not been there
since morning, her anxiety became
intense. Her face was pale and her
ayes red and swollen.
"Arrah! but you're the crafty
0oy," said she, as she came in. Then,
seeing the pitiful look of the little |
yoe-begone face, her quick sympa-
hies were enlisted at once.
where's Mother?" asked Lorrie, |
eagerly.
"They aren't come yet. The rain
-ept 'em."
She hadn't cried about him then. |
lie was very glad of that.
Uncle Ben soon took his depart
Ire, and Lorrie sat in the kitchen,
Waiting, waiting. Such long weary
While lit seemed. Nora glanced sym
at him now and then,
why he looked so pale and
InXious.
"Maybe you think I'll be tellin'
aid she at length.
Lorrie's great, earnest eyes looked
traight into hers, but he said not q
Ford.
81 won't tell. Never a word shall
hey get from me-" she continued,
oothingly.
81 shall tell them myself" replied
he little fellow, with childish dig
lity.
And when, a short time afterward,
hey came; when dear, kind Mamma
ook him in her lap, pitying him for
he long, lonely day he had spent at
.ome, kissing him, not once, but
lany, many times; when Papa
allied him his little man; and Katie's
yes looked the love she was too
ired and sleepy to speak-then, bad
5 itwas, the trembling little voice
old its story again, ending with the
'itiful plant which made Papa
mile, though his eyes were dim:
''You see, 1 amt good now. 1 was
ood yesterday; but I grew into an
wful wicked boy to-day"
Papa carried him tenderly up
bairs. 1 cannot tell you all that he
nd Mamma said to their sorrowful
tile boy; but I can tell you that they
orgave him, and loved him better
han ever, if that were possible, and
hat poor Lorrie's aching heart was
omforted, and he slept soudly and
Weetly that night.-1ndependent.