The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-11-01

"Ah, Willie Willie! am afraid you
searched for spiders, instead of the ber-
ries. Your friend did not find any bugs
or spiders. Did he ?"
"No, ma am, answered Jack, quickly
"And did you Soc any, Willie?"
emo mamma. Not this time"
''Jack went in search of berries, and
you went in search of spiders. Which
of you sought the best thing, Willie 2"
"Him,'' said Willie, in low voice,
and pointing to his new friend. @
"And it is just SO all through life,
Willie. Be sure and remember this !:
Those who look for good will find good,
and those who are ever fearful and watch
full of evil are pretty sure to find evil.
You will get what you look for, boys. :"
Little 81. Barr, in New York In
dependent.
The Story That Wouldn't Be Told.
"Do tell me one more story; just one
more said the little boy.
It certainly was getting late. The
fire lighted the room, the shadows
danced in the corners. Down in the
kitchen they were hurrying with the
dinner, and in moment nurse would
come in to take the boy to bed. But all
this made him want to stay. He was
very comfortable in his mammals lap, and
he was in NO haste to go upstairs to
Maggie and the nursery. >
Then his mamma kissed him on the
tip of his little nose, and she said
"But you must go to bed sometime. "
(. "Please, mamma DEAR" he said,
pushing his curly head almost under
her arm, "just one little story"
"Just one! You can choose it, but
mind, d little one :"
"You know what one I want Of
course, about the giant Tancankeroare-
GUS, and how he stole the slipper of the
Princess for a snuff boz, and how the
Prince Limberlocks climbed up cher
ry-tree into the giants room. That is
the story I like !" L.*
"And it must be the amen story to-
night Well, once upon time the
Princess Thistleblossom stood on one
foot, while"
"No, no." interrupted The Story,
"you need not tell me! Tell some
other story. I am tired of being said
over and over. Every night, as soon as
your bedtime comes, and you are so
sleepy that you don't want to go to bed,
you ask for me, and [ have to be told. I
am sick of it, and want to rest. ;"
"But I want you, said the boy. 1T
like you best of all my stories. I like
that part where the giant comes in and
calls out Porter 7 in such a loud voice
that the gate shakes all the bolts loose.
81 suppose you do like it, said The
Story; "anybody would. I am a very
good story, and very fit to be told last,
although I cannot see why that is any
reason for calling me the amen story
That is foolish, Z think But, at any
rate, that is no reason for telling me
eVery night. Let your mamma tell you
Cock Robin, or Jack the Giant-Killer.
They are plenty good enough"
81 don't want Them" said the little
boy, beginning to cry; want you! l
won't go to sleep all night if mamma
don't tell you.
"Tdon't care p replied The Story;
"you needn't cry for me. I've made up
my mind. You won't hear me tonight
That's as sure as your name is Paul.
And it was just as The Story said.
There was no use in the boys crying,
for off went The Story, and it was not
told that night; but it is my private
opinion that the boy did go to sleep
after all.-LoujSe Stockton, IN st. Njch-
olaS for November.