The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1875-01-14
LOVES LABOR.


Il cannot wait minut. the chestnut
tree in the mill path, you know and
away she darted, swinging her basket SO
high in the air that the two big apples
she had snatched as she ran tumbled out
and rolled away.
"Yes, l know" called Alfred, tumb
ling over the pump-boX in his hurry to
get basket and be off
"Then you won't get it in after all?"-
the voice was the mothers, at the wood
house door.
mo, not this week; ! have tried hard,
but the guano is to sieve, and Tins
being away 1t cannot get done, am sorry
to say"
Fathers wheat not yet in" Alfred
stood still on the spot where he had
tumbled, and considered as he listened
The guano is the trouble, that both
ering guano," and he shook his head
dolefully as he called the hens to their
breakfast at the wood house door
"Guano to sieves Tins only twelve,
and if he could sieve guano guess l
might, if am only nearly eight. But the
chestnuts! everybody's going to have
such fun"
Thoughtfully he looked over at the
top of the big chestnut tree, which he
could just see peeping over the poplars
at the end of the lane
Father" he said, coming to a sudden
resolve, and walking over to the wood
house door, if you will show me how to
do the guano ! can do it, ] guess"
Father laughed and lifted Alfred up in
the air with his big, strong hands.
"How much will you sieve, my little
mana pounds Why, boy, your father
has a ton to sieve, and all to do to-day."
"Well, father"
"Well, you will do pound?"
No. sir; will try to do ton"
We'll, you will try hard if you do, my
son, and do it in a day. thought you
were going with Margie for chestnuts
the boys and girls of the whole place are
to be at the mill path tree"
Yes, father, but would rather sieve
little while"
So Alfred stood under the sned and
shook his little sieve this way and that,
and the voices of the merry boys and
girls every little while came ringing out
80 clearly that he would stop to listen,
standing on his tip-toes for a minute,
looking off at the top of the big round
chestnut tree
Goodness gracious! Alfred Brandt,
you are just crazy
Alfred sieved away as fast as he could
Goodness gracious, Alfred Brandt !
I'd be ashamed of myself And you
never came near the chestnut tree. What
made you say you were coming when YOU
lust did not mean to come at ALL"
" did mean it. | was running rs fast
as could, when ] heard father telling
about not getting the wheat in, and SO
stayed to help"
81 never, never saw such boy; you
helping about wheat Father. | guess,
will put you straight upstairs if he
catches you"
81 guess father knows" said Alfred,
Indignantly. Father taught me"
"Wcll, I'm not going to wait to talk to
people who do not keep their promises,
and don't keep their faces clean. | just
came home for one minute to tell mother
that John Rood's wagon is going to take
everybody up en- the hill Tor a grand
time, and John Rood's going to beat the
trees; 50 g00d-by."
"Msrgie ~
" What is it now? Don't bother me"
Margie, would he take me-"
eyes, for sure, if your face is clean; ;
good by"
"Margiew
What, whatN
" Margie, are you sure?"
1es"-she was gone, giddy as but
terfiy; her old hat streamers flying in
the air.
John Rood's wagon taking every
body; John Rood beating trees!" he
could have cried in his excitement. The
sieve lay at his feet; the few pounds Of
guano done laid in a little heap; the
great ton was to do, and away off down
the mill-path was the sound of voices
and the rumble of John Ruod's wagon
A little way to The left, however, was
father, busy over the wheat field; one
glimpse of him was enough to settle the
matter. So the sieve ratified, and the
guano disappeared from one pile and
appeared on the other.
The twilight was coming on fast and
the children were returning from their
days frolic as father, having forgotten
about Alfred's effort in the morning. was
signing:
IF it wasn't for that Cuano / could
plant this week for certain, but a man
may work and work and never get things
right. This comes of Tins being
away"
Father, 1atherm called somebody
over by the guano pile.
I'm tired, boy; don't bother your
father"
"Yes; but, father, your tons done"
"Oh, goodness gracious, what .
fright" called out Margie, holding her
hands up in horror, her hat dangling
over her shoulders. and her chestn ut.
basket swinging on her arm. Alfred,
you're the most dreadful looking fellow
/ ever saw. What'il your father say?"
1t was soon known what fa,her would
| say, for he picked the begrimed Alfred
up IN his arms and kissed him 50 tender.
| ly, while he looked in wonder at the
sieved ton, that Margie had no more to
say, and Alfred whispered-his heart
throbbing with delight" Father, rs
better after all than John Roods wagon
| and the chestnuts. ."-Gto. Khag1e, ,a
| Hearth and Home.