The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-03-13

he thought would interest them on the way.
He told them who owned such and such
farm when he was boy; what the land was
worth an acre then, and what was the mark
ct value now; who built this house and
that and he pointed out where General
was born, and where Hon. - lived
till he went to college. He was no less
painstaking when they got to the city. He
took them past Trinity college, the state
house, the high school; he pointed out the
different churches and told them who
preached in them; he went with them to
the Atheneum and spent an hour with them
there.
Sometimes Philip looked at his father in
dumb bewilderment and wondered If they
really were in Hartford, or If 1t were all a
dream. How social and interesting his
father was He felt as If he never was ac-
quainted with him before. What a delight
full time he should have had if he had not
been planning to do so mean thing. If
his father knew it, how he would despise
him he looked at him SO earnestly, some
times he was afraid that he saw guilt tinge
his countenance. If he could only get up
the courage he would confess the whole to
his father and implore his forgiveness
Thus the day wore away, and Philip was
After Mr.. Raymond left the lads to follow
on with the heifer, they talked over the
events of the past twenty-four hours togeth-
er, and they were both very decidedly of
the opinion that they had had very mar
row and providential escape from commit
ting disgraceful act; and they both agreed,
after little discussion ON that point, that
they would never divulge to human being
that they had ever dreamed of running
| away.
1t was half-past nine when Philip drove
the heifer into his fathers barnyard. After
he had his supper his father asked him to
step out to the shed and get package that
was under the wagon seat, When he
| brought it Mr.. Raymond opened it and took
from it "Webster's Unabridged Dictionary"
and sat down to his desk and wrote on fly
leaf.
presented to Philip C. Raymond, on
his fifteenth birthday, by his affectionate
father, Peter Raymond" And then without
closing the book he passed it to Philip.
Philip could bear no more. The tears
that had come to his eyes twenty times dur
ing the day, and as many times had been
forced back, now overlooked his eyelids and
run down his cheeks. He stammered:
You are too kind to me. father do
not deserve this"
"Don't deserve it, Philip" exclaimed Mr..
Raymond, with much apparent surprise.
| 81 think you'd better leave that to my judg-
ment should like to know what boy does
deserve kindness from his father, if you
don't? If had a dozen sons l could not
ask them to be more faithful and industri-
Gus than you have been. There, there
don't shed any tears over it-you're tired
better go to bed as soon as you can, so as
to feel fresh in the morning. If it's a good
| day, tomorrow, we must secure that
rowen."
"Thank you, father Philip said, with a
quivering voice, and went Immediately up
stairs. If he had been little less overcome
himself he would have noticed that his IA
theirs voice was highly shaky, and if he had
looked back as he passed out of the door, he
would have seen his father brush tear or
two from his own eyes.
Henceforth there was no lack of conf
dence. sympathy and affection between Mr..
Raymond and Philip; and by reason of a
private interview that Mr.. Raymond had
with Clinton Dexters father, Clintons home
| life was much more agreeable than hereto
fore.
Philip always looked back to his fifteenth
birthday as a remarkable epoch in his life
and he ceased until his aged father re-
Gently visited him, and heard him speak
rather harshly to his own little son-to mar
vel at the wonderful change that came over
his father, himself, or both, at that time.
Then he took him aside and told him the
story. and cautioned him against growing
into the habit of speaking that way to his
children.
always remember, Philip" he said,
"that crustiness and harshness are no more
agreeable to a child's feelings than they are
to grown PERSONS; and they are more
likely to lead one out of the right path thar
into it, and they never will forget love-"