The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1875-01-21
ing" On he went and the boys quickly

followed.
John went home and in preparing hi
lessons for the next day, and joining il
the home pleasures, he had forgotten al
about the boys.
The next morning, on his way to schOo
he heard that the boys had been arrested
and sent to Jail for being drunk and dis
orderly.
Don't be wandering in the streets a
night, boys. 1t isa bad habit, and moth
ing but harm can come oft.
STOLEN CONFIDENCE. - Unlawfu
knowledge is as guilty a possession as un
lawful property. A person silly aware
of another's secret, instead of boasting o
it, should feel as meanly as he deserves
Iknowall about Sadie's birthday par.
| ty, for all she tried to keep it such Q
secret" said Lottie Mills with a look O
triumph.
How did you find out ?" l asked.
"Why, you see, Josie and were read
ing story under the elm-tree this noon
and Sadie came and sat i'm the window
with Carrie Richards, and they talked il
all over, and we heard every word. She's
going to have
Stop, stop! do you suppose Iwant to
share any stolen prOpcrtyY
Stolen property, auntie? Why. we
didn't listen, we couldn't help hearing,
for she talked right out loud.
That's very true, but she didn't know
you were there, SO you have no right at
all to her secret. A listener is like a
pickpocket who creeps up and steals your
secrets silly; and you arc like person
who sees another drop purse in the
street and picks it up. If you took the
money and used it when you knew il
was not yours, would you be any more
honest than if you had taken it right out
of mans pocket?"
:" Why, no, auntie, ofcourse should
give it back"
"Or if you would not give it back al
once you would keep it safely till you
could. That is just what you should dc
with secrets when people drop them acci-
dentally, and you pick them up. You
have no more business to Use them than
you would have to use money which you
got in the same way.
misunderstanding of cemets, we
inhabitants of the earth don't see so very
many of them. Probably not more than
one hundred and fifty ever visited our
world; but great astronomer named
Kepler once said there are more comets
in space than there are fishes in the sea
heard little boy say the other day,
that comets were girl-stars, because they
had long hair! l thought it was such a
the same time, the little boy ought to be
told that all comets do not have long
hair, or whatever else we choose to call
the great cloud of vapor that streams from
the comets head.
The comet which we have been all ad-
miring this summer was, as you know, a
lOng-haired comet, or as astronomers say,
it had very long straight tail; but
sometimes the tails arc curved to one
side or the other. There are few
comets that have two tails, or "brushes," f"
as the Chinese call them and some have
even more.-S. Nicholas.
THE THIRD QUEsTIoN.-A teacher in
Sunday-school was examininga a class OF
little boys from Scripture catechism.
The first question was, "Who stoned
StephenT "The Jews" Second ques-
tion: "Where did they stone him p
Beyond the limits of the city," The
third question, "Why did they take him
beyond the limits of the cityT' was not
in the book, and proved poser to the
whole class; it passed from head to foot
without an answer being attempted. AT
length little fellow who had been
scratching his head all the while looked
up, and said, "Well, don't know, unless
it was to get fair Suing at him."
A WEE bit of girl at Cusco, Wiscon-
sin, while at the breakfast table, made
loud and repeated calls for buttered toast.
After disposing of liberal quantity OF
that nourishing article, she was told that
too much toast would make her sick.
Looking wistfully at the dish for mo-
ment, she thought she saw a way out OF
her difficulty, and exclaimed, "Well,
give me anuzer piece, and send for the
dOcter."
THE CRICKET.-The cricket don't need
so much desperation as the elephant,
cause he is so much littler. He sings on
the hearth, but it is more like squeakin',
and he can jump wen you cetch him.
The teakittle and the cricket sings to.
gether, and their foxes in stories is happy,
but give me fiddle. Their is game
called cricket, but it isn't like the real
cricket bit, cause it amt spry and
hurts your legs if you don't tie 'em up
like sore fingers. Wen the cricket is q
sittin' still and mindin' his own bisnuiss
he looks like he was balancin' hisself be-
tween two step-ladders. Crickets is can
garoos in former stait Of existence.