The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1874-08-22

"When we do our best, 1t is" said VIII. |
The woman was not pleased with his
words or his manner. She said, little |
sharply, 81 wonder at you, Will Bright,
seeming to make out that l don't do my
best. You're not in way to praise folks
this morning you put blame on Mrs. Ca
rey for looking for trouble, and now you
seem to put it on me for not looking for 1t "
"No such thing" said Will, once more
resting on his spade. 81 am not going to
talk about Mrs. Carey; but of you 1 will
say, I'm afraid you will have such bur-
den to carry at last, through not bearing
what you ought to now, that 1t will break
you down"
sob. don't be afraid for me! J" she ex-
claimed. "My young ones will turn out
as well as other peoples, l reckon. I'm
not going to make myself miserable because
they fight bit, and thatr' so she turned off
into her cottage.
"Nevcr a stick do you carry now a pref
ty lot you'll have to bear one day, when
maybe, your back will be too weak for the
burden" said Will to himself, as he heard
her shut the door
He was putting by his spade, for he had
finished digging his plot, when gardener,
who supplied some who had not gardens
with vegetables, came up with his cart
VIII wanted few young plants to put into
his fresh digging, so he staid to buy them.
The gardener was cheerful, talkative man
and had many a tale and joke for his Gus
toners. He told Will of gardens close to
his where the things had failed, and one or
two where they had been very fine and
plentiful. 'Mine," he said, "turned out
betwixt and between; better than the bad,
| but not so good as the best" He began to
moralze upon the different successes of
gardeners and said it was strange how some
people seemed to have nothing but troubles
and others nothing but good luck.
will said he believed that there was al
ways so much to set against the good, and
50 much to make up for the bad, that things
were not quite so unequal as they might
seem to be.
I'VE all have our full bundle of sticks
depend upon that; much of our comfort in
life depends on how we carry them," he
said.
The gardener looked curious, as if moi
understanding him; so he explained him.
SELF
81 look on it that God gives to every mar
a bundle of sticks to carry as his burden
during his life. He says: Sufficient unto
the day is the evil thereof If men fol
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day it would be well but some are so fool
ish, they will carry great many, and new
err leave one behind what has happened
before, and what may happen again, the,
shoulder at once. Then there are Others
who will carry none. They neglect thei
proper work, their proper cares, and leav'
all things to turn out as they may, whit
they go on in what they call peace ant
quietness-and what happens? The bundl
of sticks will have to be carried when the,
will break down and cry, MY burhen i
too heavy for me to bear."
All this old Will said in his own way t.
the gardener, who listened attentively, an
looking at the cottages on each side, h
whispered, 81 rather fancy you've got on
: Of sort in these neighbors of yours; Bet
: sy Carey is always broken down unde
I Troubles that may come. I'm uncommon
glad I'm not her husband--life with he
must be like dark, rainy day. And as t
her. Cunning his eyes to the other cottage,
II wouldn't be plagued with such meier
= do-wclr for the best garden in the country
;; You're right, Master Bright, you're right
there's a stick for every day; and he VIII
carries more is his own enemy, and he VIII
carries none, well, hardly know which
,, the worst l shall remember this, an
where think it may be useful l shall say
Friend, how do you carry your sticksT
-Sunday- at Home.