The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1875-03-12

You surely are talking Wild
Why wouldntit it please you just As well
10 play with whittier child
nice nice little rosy playmate,
With many dancing curl,
"a search the city through, TO bring
10 my lonely little girl.
'Noi mol won't have a white one,
want her black as JAKE,
80 1dt you and papa scfU neuer
-chr1sttan at Work.
Bringing Sunshine.
Oh, dear there are the beans to
pick not stalk of corn can be cut until
the beans are off, F"
Which beans, mother 90
The beans in the cornfeld, of
course, childs Barbary is away and Tim
has laned 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,
Tut, tut, child, don't talk to me, Tn
too BUSY to be answering. Don't YOU
know yourself you are too little to carry
more'n pint 70
Benl1e rocked himself backward and
forward on the stool at the back door, his
thoughts as busy as bees.
Z" have 1t / have it now !''
What have you got 2" asked father,
lifting the pump-h handle.
Why, I've got an answer to what you
said at noon" !" gathering himself up in a
MISUNDERSTANDING little bunch on the
grass.
"Oh, yes, about the birthday present.
| Well, what is it you want r.
"Why, a wagon, father q real owl
express like Jeems Perkins had over at
his aunt's,''
eli hi wagon is it you want it's
a big wish for small boy"
I" Not too big, is it, father9''
Well, well, 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.
IN q 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,
a perfect whirligig, bobbing hither and
thither.
''What are you going to do with it ~
"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
httler children gathered under foot.
I'm going to do all sorts of things
with it, said Benjie climbing into it to
begin with. you'll see some time"
1 "Where's that Benjie2'' called the
and the next day, and for some days
after.
"Oh, he's about somewhere" was the
usual answer.
'sHe'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.
s'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 weariness-the push of work,
the shortness of hands. 't i can manage
the garden and the indoor work, but
how can pick the beans 2''
She was sobbing before she knew it,
great strong woman that she was, worn
and weary and alone. She was sobbine
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.
!: ing softly, seeing her face pressed up to
the door and how sadly she was crying
"Go along, child go along" she said
but put her arm around him.
, Mother, come to the threshing- floor
} I have something there to show you"
"I'm tired, Benjie, and busy Tn
: going now to pick some beans, but I've
J power of other work to do and Tn
worried out and weary"
But she let him lead her along to th'
threshing- floor, and he hoped, skipped
{ and jumped every step of the way /; 81
, she sighed.
"That is the way with the children.
| Beans !" she exclaimed, as she stoot
| before the bean mountain in the corner
l ready to be spread and dried for th'
/ threshing.
"Beans, said Benjie; s.every singh
bean from the cornfield. I picked ZEN
) myself and hauled 'em in the 'owl ex
3 press, every single bit of a bean ''-an'
never was there merrier laugh in tn
world than the laugh that rtng over tn
r thrashing- floor as he saw the mother
face pass from shadow to sunshine, ant
f felt the happiness of giving her, instea'
OF weariness, rest.