Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1875-01-07

Mrs. Morton always did as she said,
however. She rubbed the preparation
generously throughout the sufferers
mouth, and, doing her face up in red
flannel, babe her stay indoors, on pain
of severe punishment, and left her to
her own reflections.
Noon came. Maggie had played with
her puppy to her hearts content, and
was tired of him. So, with her nose
pressed fiat against the window pane,
she watched for her brothers. But they
came not. Two, three, four o'clock,
and still no Harry, no John. Poor
Maggie was almost beside herself with
anxiety by this time, and could not
help wondering at the calm demeanor
of her mother. But just as the sun
sank out of sight the front door
slammed, as it only can slam when boys
are about, and in rushed the absent
ones, full of boisterous mirth, and very
much stained about the mouth.
"Where have you been?" inquired
Maggie, wonderingly.
"Beenl' replied Harry, dancing Wig
orously on one leg. "Why, over to
Mr.. Gibson's, to be sure. The whole
school was invited. We went across in
boats he sent for US. L tell you it was
jolly. Wasn't it, Joha?'
1t was that, replied John, throw
ing his hat in the corner and stretching
himself on the lounge. "But what was
the matter with you, Mag? All the
girls were crazy to know why you
weren't there"
maggie unfortunately received the
gift of fine pup, and was Immediately
seized with a severe toothache, replied
Mrs. Morton, gravely. "Mr. Clinton
had told me before of this holiday, and
l knew what my little girl lost by her
affection; but as she said she was un-
able to go let her stay at home"
Poor Maggie! This was the unkind-
est cut of all. To know of such a
pleasure and keep her out of it Her
lips quivered and her little form
trembled, and her brothers looked on
in silent pity.
Your tooth is somewhat better, is
it not ?" inquired Mrs. Morton, calmly.
"It's just like it always was" replied
the child, rising detiantly to her feet.
Il
Mrs. Morton was wise mother She
did net turn the child from her at this
critical moment, when rebellious ma
ture, smarting under disappointment,
confessed its misdeeds for spite's sake.
No, indeed. She tenderly passed her
arm about Maggie's waist, and drawing
her close to her, softly said:
"Learn from this, my dear child,
that falsehood brings its own reward.
/ love you. So do we all. But your
besetting sin has punished you Justly
to-day"
Maggie had the real, genuine tooth
ache about six months after this event,
but kept it all to herself for whole
day, like little heroine, and was only
betrayed when she burst into tears
from very pain.
Ct knew it was real toothache, ma"
she said; "but it made me feel so
'shamed to think of when / had it make
believe, that 1 kept still till it broke
through. "-Cristian Union.
The World on n Mock-Orange.
Now, my young friends, in case any
of you should come across a nice round,
yellow mock orange, I'll tell you what
to do with it-provided your grand
mother already has good one in her
stocking basket. If not, you should
give it to her, and get yourself another
one. A canary bird told me that the
way old ladies darned stockings was to
put big yellow ball in them, and then
pick at them with a queer sort of a
shiny steel bill; and though his de-
scription wasn't clear, ! knew what he
meant. Well, you take your round
mock orange, and force a knitting
needle clear through it from the stem
end, SO that it will turn evenly on the
needle. Then, with a blunt needle,
you mark the grand divisions of the
earth upon it-Europe, Asia, Africa,
and America (you see 1 know them)-
in Just the right shape, and then you
put in your oceans and islands, and
what not, all complete. Next you go
over all the markings with camels-
hair brush dipped in red ink, or violet
ink, or any water-color you choose,
taking care to wipe the orange off in
stantly with soft, damp cloth. The
color will sink into the markings and
leave the surface of the mock orange
clean. Then you have your globe COM
plete. And you can make a little
prop, if you are ingenious, that will let
your globe revolve on its knitting
needle or axis, at precisely the right
angle. After while it gets dry and
hard, and if you please you can go over
the markings once more with a fine pen
dipped in the proper color.
How did / know all this
heard dear little girl telling an
other little girl-and "you can't think, >
said she, "what real splendid fun il
is."-From "Jdck-in-the-P Pulpit" St
Nicholas.
Little Old Bachelor.
Little old bschelor-that's what he's called