The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-02-18
Bringing Sunshine.

Bringing Sunshine.
"Oh. dear there are the beans to
pick not stalk of corn can be cut until
the beans are off. .
(Which beans, mother?"
"The beans in the cornfeld, of
course, child. Barbary is away and Tim
has famed his hand, and it's sorry a bit
of beans [ can get picked with the house
tending"
"Don't you think I could pick them,
mother?"
"Tut, tut, child, don't talk to me, I'm
too busy to be answering. Don't you
know yourself you are too little to carry
more'n pint?'
Benjie rocked himself backward and
forward on the stool at the back door, his
thoughts as busy as bees.
"I have it I have it now -
"What have you got ?" asked father,
lifting the pump-handle.
"Why, I've got an answer to what you
said at noon," gathering himself up in
misunderstanding little bunch on the
grass.
8" Oh, yes, about the birthday present.
Well, what is it you want 2"
"Why, wagon, father real 'owl
express like Jeems Perkins had over at
his ar1nt's,'
eli hi wagon is it you want it's
big wish for q small boy"
"Not too big, is it, father?"
"Well, we'll, it's big-rather big
however, I guess my bank will stand it ;
you deserve it. "
The last words seemed the best part of
the sentence, for Benjie's face was a
study in sunshine as he sat punched up
on the grass looking off at the cornfeld.
I'm small boy, am I, and [ cannot
carry more'n pint of beans; we will
see," he whispered to himself, as he
capered the next minute over the grass,
perfect whirligig, bobbing hither and
thither.
"What are you going to do with it ?"
said the mother, as Benjie tugged in the
"owl express the next day. "What
possessed him to buy you that?" and she
rubbed her hands free of the dough she
had been molding, and stood thinking
about the money men wasted, and the
hitler children gathered under foot.
"I'm going to do all sorts of things
with it," said Benjie climbing into it to
D6R1u WILL. LOU Ii SCI SOLu0 GiL10.
"Where's that Benjie?" called the
mother every once in a while all that day
and the next day, and for some days
after.
ooh, he's about somewhere" was the
usual answer.
"He's done deal of racing, seems to
me, since that owl express came home, )"
and she would soon forget him again
over the cleaning and baking and brew
ing.
There are all the beans to pick that
bothering field of beans" she sighed one
day again, the tears starting to her eyes
with very WEAKNESS push of work,
the shortness of hands. 8" can manage
the garden and the indoor work, but
how can [ pick the beans?"
She was sobbing before she knew it,
great strong woman that she was, worn
and weary and alone. She was sobbing
up by the cupboard door, and nobody
would have known it only Benjie came
in with his bare, brown feet quite silently
up behind her.
"Mother, mother" said Benjie, speak
ing softly, seeing her face pressed up to
the door and how sadly she was crying
eco along, child; 60 along" she said,
but put her arm around him.
"Mother, come to the threshing-foor
I have something there to show you.
"Tm tired, Benjie, and busy; I'm
going now to pick some beans, but I've
a power of other work to do and I'm
worried out and weary"
But she let him lead her along to the
threshing- floor, and he hoped, skipped,
and jumped every step Of the way; SO
she sighed.
"That is the way with the children. +"
-, "Beans" she exclaimed, as she stood
before the bean mountain in the corner,
ready to be spread and dried for the
threshing.
Oceans, +" said Benjie; "every single
bean from the cornfeld. I picked 'em
myself and hauled 'em in the 'owl ex-
press, every single bit Of bean and
never was there merrier laugh in the
world than the laugh that rung over the
thrashing-foor as he saw the mothers
face pass from shadow to sunshine, and
felt the happiness of giving her, instead
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