The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1876-10-01
morning Star and Catholic sesssn ger.
JUVENILE COLUMN.
HOW CHARLIE RAN AWAY.

away altogether"
His mother looked very sorrowful, for
Charlie was Der only boy, and his paughti-
ness sent a pain through her heart. He
was only nine years old, but OF late had be-
come 80 headstropg and wilful that he was
almost hey ond control, and this threat OF
running away had often been repeated.
That night che was thinking about her dar-
ling before she went to sleep, and sudden
idea came into her mind. 1t was very
curious plan by which she hoped to cure
Charlie of his wilful ways.
On the next afternoon her boy came
rushing in after school, dashed down his
books, and was rushing OH again when bis
mother called him back.
MWhere are you going, Charlie 7"
"Only out for row on the pond, with
Jack, mother, 1 will be back by tea-time."
"But it's beginning to rain and your
throat is still sore, my con. Suppose you
ask Jack to come in and take tea with you
instead. I'm afraid to have you go while
it is 30 damp.
his cap down and muttered-" No, I won't
have him at all. It's is a shame I'm 40 tied
down. I've great mind to run away, l
have so."
Charlie went to his play room very sulk-
lily. At tea be did not say word, and
after tea he studied his lessons gloomily,
without the usual bright questions aud
talks with his mother. He rose to go to
bed, bat his mother called him back.
"Charlie," she said gravely, taking his
deal lately about running away, and now
think, that as you don't seem very happy
at home, perhaps you had better 60. So
I've told Charlotte to have An early break
fast, that you can start st seven, and I'll
tie up some clothes in a bundle for YOU
You can take your fathers knotted cane,
and Charlotte will give you come cold bis
cult to put in your pocket. l will call you
at half-past ak"
Charlie could hardly believe his ears.
Was his mother in earnest That wasn't
the way boys ran awsyf He felt very
tight and queer in the throat, but he W as
too proud to cry, SO he only muttered in a
shaky voice, every we'll, Pill be up in time,'
and went to bed She called him back to
put his school books in the closet as he
would not need !hem any more. This was
almost too much, ont the child obeyed, and
then went slowly mp stairs"
That night his mother lay awake many
hous, full of anxious fears as to the sue
cess of her experiment. Charlie, too, felt
very sober about his prospects for the next
day, but it was too late now to retreat. and
he determined not to give in. Neverthe
less he was sound asleep when his mother
came to give the forgotten good night kiss.
She saw the mark of tears on his face, and
her heart grew little lighter.
Charlie was up early in the morning
lODS DeIOTS DIS mOCneT Calleu MIN. IL was
cloudy, chilly day, and the warm break
fast would have tasted very good, if he had
thought about it, but he never could tel
what he ate that day. When it was over, his
mother said in very common place way
Now, my son, you had better be start,
ing. Your best clothes are tied up in this
bundle, and l have put some of Charlotte'E
soda biscuits with them. Good bye, and be
good boy wherever you co."
They were on the front steps. His mo
Their kissed him very affectionateIy, exactly
as If he was going on long journey
watched him go down the steps, and then
went in and closed the door, and Charlie
was left to go his way alone.
He walked very slowly down the street
to the corner, stopped there ard looked VI
and down. 1t was early, and no one eeem
ed in eight. A great feeling of Loneliness
and of longing for his dear lost bone came
over Charlie, and he would have giver
worlds to be- back again in the warm coy
sitting room looking over his lessons before
school. He turned the corner, and walked
about block, then turned once more ANT
went slowly along, his head down, and
feeling of entire forfornness getting Wors
and worse all the time. What was his mo
ther doing pow7 Washing up the glass
no oount: He hoped that they would no
IorgeG TO iced Billy, the little Scotch terrier
AN ne would probably never see Bill
again
Just then, Charlie came plump against
fat black women carrying pitcher of milk
He looked up and exclaimed
Why Charlotte !"
"Why Master Charles !" said Charlotte
who had slipped out of the back door Jus
when our boy had left the front steps, an
had never ostsight of him for a single mo
ment.
ooh Charlotte" repeated Charlie burstin
into tears, and sezing her hands, regardless
of the milk pitcher, which fortunately hap
pened to be empty; do you think tina
mamma will ever take me back again 7"
Just try, honey, I'd go and ask he
right away" said good old Charlotte, he
own eyes rather misty.
Charities mother was sitting by her woI
table, when she felt two arms around he
neck, warm cheek wet with tears, againt
her own, and voice choked with sobs sale
Oh mamma, if you'll forgive me, an
take me back, I'll never want to run ava
agaln-never !"
=, She held her boy close to her hspp,