The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1874-08-05
MISCELLANY.
rWo PICTURES.
BY T. s. ARTHUR.

BY T. 3. ARTHUR.
Two beautiful children, boy and a girl,
the Oldest but six years of age, came in from
school one evening, later than usual by half
an hour. Both their eyes were red with
weeping, aud their cheeks wet with tears.
The father, Mr.. Warren, who had come
home from his business earlier than usual,
bad been waiting some time for their return,
and wondering why they staid so late. They
were his only children, and he loved them
most tenderly. They had, a few weeks be-
FORE been entered at school kept by a lady
in the neighborhood, not SO much for what
they could learn, as to give occupation to
their activeminds.
"Why, Anna Willy!'' exclaimed Mr..
Warren, as the children came in, whats
the matters Why have you stad SO late ?''
Anna lifted her fearful eyes to her fathers
face, and her lip curled and quivered. But she
could not answer his question.
Mr.. Warren took the grieving child in his
arms, and as he drew her to his bosom, said to
Willy, who was the oldest:
"What has made you SO late, my dear?"
Miss Roberts kept us in,' sobbed Willy.
Except you inin returned Mr.. Warren in
surprise "How came that!''
"Because we laughed, . answered the child,
still sobbing and weeping
..What made you laugh?'
tsOne of the boys made real funny faces"
"And did you laugh too, dear?" asked the
father of Anna
eyes papa, but couldn't help it. And
Miss Roberts scolded us, and said she was
going to whip us
sAnd was that all you did?'
eyes indeed, papa" said Willy.
"rn see Miss Roberts about it,n fell
angrily from the lips of Mr.. Warren. "It's
the last time you'll appear in her school. A
cruel minded woman I"
And then the father soothed his grieving
little ones with affectionate words and cares
ses.
Dear little angels ~ said Warren to his
wife, shortly afterwards, " that any one could
have the heart to punish them for a sudden
outburst of joyous feeling? And Anna in
particular, mere babe as she is, can't get
over it. To think of her being kept in long
half hour, under punishment after all the
other children had gone home. 1t was cruel.
Miss Roberts shall hear from me on the
subject
81 am sure you take this matter too much
to heart,n urged the mother. Miss Roberts
must have order in her school, and even the
Youngest must conform to this order. l do
not think the punishment so severe. She had
to do something to make them remember their
fault, and restrain their feelings in future, and
she could not have homeless 1t is not too young
for them to learn obedience in any position
where they are introduced"
But the ever fond and tender father could
see no reason for the punishment his little ones
had received and would not consent to let
them go again to the school of Miss Roberts
To him they were earth's precious things.
They were tender flowers and he was trou-
bled if even the wind blew roughly upon them.
Seven years have passed. Let us look at
the house of Mr.. Warren, and see him among
his children. No; we will not enter this
pleasant house--he moved away long ago.
Can this be the home Of Mr.. Warren! Yes,
small, poor and comfortless as it is All
there have been sad changes. Let us enter.
Can that be Warren? That wretched looking
creature-with swollen, disfgured face and
soiled garments--who sits half stupid near the
window? Alittle faxen haired girl is play
ing on the floor. 1t is not Anna. No, seven
years have changed her from the fairy like
creature sne was when her father became en-
ragged at her punishment in Miss Roberts
school. Poor Anna! That was light as the
thistle-down to what she has since received
from the hands Of her father.
The child ON the floor is beautiful even in
her tattered clothes. She has been playing
for some time. Now her father calls to her in
rough grumbling voice.
"Kate You Kate, say?"
Little Kate, not five years old, leaves her
play and goes up to where her parent is sit
ting.
$50 and get me drink Of water" he said
| in harsh tone Of authority.
Kate takes tin cup from the table and
goes to the hydrant in the yard. So pleased
is she in seeing the water run, that she forget'
her errand. Three or four times she fills ths
cup and then pours forth its contents, dipping
her tiny feet in the stream that it made. II
] the midst of her sport she hears an angry cal