The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1877-07-08
HOW CHARLIE RAN AWAY,

IA knit into q thousand little wrinkles
III can't do like the other boys I'll jus
ID away altogether"
His mother looked very sorrowful, fol-
Sarlie was her only boy, and his naughti
$ss sent pain through her heart. He was
bly, nine years old, bot of late had become
headstTong and willful that he WAS al
ost beyond control, and this threat OF
INNING away bad often been repeated.
hat night she was thinking about her darl-
: before she went to sleep, and sudden
e. came to her mind. 1t was q very
fious plan by which she hoped to cure
arlie OF his wilful ways.
On the next afternoon her boy came rueh-
in after school, dashed down his books,
"a was rushing off again when his mother
He'd him back.
Where are you going, Charlie 2"
Only out for row on the pond, with
Eek, mother; will be back by tea. time"
But it's beginning to rain, and your
soat is still sore, my son. Suppose you
Jack to como in and take tea with you
&tead. I'm afraid to have you 60 while
8s 80 damp
Charles face flushed apgrily. He threw
b cap down and muttered: "No, won't
We him at all. It's a shame I'm 30 tied
kwn. I've great mind to run away, 1
I've so.n
RDhniAo Hcnt W LIE play ROOM very BULK
!. AT tea he did not say a word, and
Ter tea he studied his lessons gloomiIy,
'thout the usual bright questions and
Ike with his mother. He rose to so to
b, but his mother called him back.
a Charlie" che said gravely, taking hia
Ends in hers, "you have talked good
Ai lately about running away, aud now /
8nk, rs you don't seem very happy at
sne, perhaps you had better go. So I've
Ia Charlotte to have an early breakfast,
DC you can start at seven, and l'll tie up
ne clothes in 8 bundle for you. You can
10 your fathers kpOtted cane, and Char
te will give you some cold biscuit to put
your pocket. I will call you at half past
Charlie could hardly believe his ears
&s his mother in earnestf That wasn't
way boys ran awayf He felt very
BIT and queer in the throat, but he was
proud to cry, SO he only muttered in
Aky voice, every we'll, I'll be up in time"
q went to bed. She called him back to
j his school books in the closet as he
host too much, but the child obeyed and
"a went slowly mp stairs.
That night, his mother lay awake many
lrs, full of anxious fears as to the sue
3 Of her experiment. Charlie, too, felt
n sober about HE prospects for the next
but it was too late now to retreat, and
determined not to give in. Nevertheless
was aound asleep when his mother came
ive the forgotten good night kiss. She
the marks of tears on his face, and her
rt grew little lighter.
Charlie was up early in the morning,
q before his mother called him. It was
loudy, chilly day, and the warm break
! would have tasted very good, if he had
hight about it, but he never could tell
BE he ate that day. When it was over,
a mother said in q very common place
Now, my son, You had better be start
Your best clothes are tied up in this
IDLE, and have put some of Chsriotte's
s biscuits with them. Good bye, and
good boy wherever you CO."
led him very afectionately, exactly as
was going on leng journey, watched
90 down the steps, and then went in
closed the door, and Charlie was left to
lie way alone.
b walked very slowly down the street
be corner, stopped there, and looked up
down. It was early, and no one seemed
ght. A great feeling of loneliness and
nging for his dear lost home came over
flie, and he would have given worlds
back again in the warm, coy sitting
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urned the corner, and walked about a
*, then turned once more and went
ly along, his head down, and a feeling
tire forlOrnness getting worse and worse
be time. What was his mother doing
Washing up the glass, no doubt.
hoped that they would not forget to
Billy, the little Scotch terrier. Ah !!
onld probably never see Billy again !
ast then Charlie came plump up against
e black woman carrying pitcher of
8. He looked up and exclaimed:
Why, Charlotte !"
Why, Master Charles |" said Charlotte,
had slipped out of the back door just
IN our boy had left the front steps, and
never lost sight Of him for single mo-
DC.
Ob, Charlotte" repeated Charlie, burst
into tears, and selling her hands, re-
dless of the milk pitcher, which, fortu
bly,, happened to be empty edo you
bk that mamma will ever take me back
in %
just try, honey I'd go and ask her
ht away" said good old Charlotte, her
eyes rather misty.
chariie's mother was sitting by her work
lie, when she felt two arms around her
TX, warm cheek wet with tears, against
j own, and o voice choked with sobs said:
/ Oh, mamma, if you'll forgive me, and
Re me back, I'll never want to run away
bia-nauar III