Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1877-05-17
Get Into the Sunshine.

Get Into the Sunshine.
Il wish father would come home.'
The voice that said this had troub-
led tone, and the face that looked up
was very sad.
sYour father will be very angry
said an aunt who was sitting in the
room with book in her hand. The
boy raised himself from the sofa where
he had been ly ing in tears for half an
hour, end with touch of indignation
in his voice, answered.:
He'll be sorry, not angray. Father
never gets angry
For q moment the aunt looked at the
boy half curiOusly, and let her eyes fall
again upon the book that was in hei
hand. The boy laid himself down
upon the sofa again, and hid his face
from sight.
That's father nowv He started up.
the sound of the bell 7, he'd his e. rs
and went to the room door. he STOOD
there for awhile, and then came slow
iy back, saying with disappCi 1ted
air:
1T isn't father. / wonder what keeps
him so late? o, wish he would come.
You seem anxious to get deeper in
to trouble remark ed the aunt, who
had only been in the house for week,
and who was neither very amiable
nor very sympathizing toward chill
dren. The Buys fault h, d provoke d
her, and she considered him fit snb-
ject for punishment.
L believe, aunt Phebe, that you'd
like TO see me whipped said the boy,
. little warmly. But you WON'T
Il must confess, replied Aunt Phehe,
that think little wholesome disci
pline of the kind you speak Of, would
not be out of place. If you we're my
child, am sure yon wouldn't escape.
Pm not your child; 1 don't want tt
be. Father is good, and loves me-
sIf your father is SO good and love:
you so well. you must TO very un
grateful, or very inc Jns de ats boy
His goodness doesn't seem to have
helped ou much
/ Hush, will you,' calculated the boy
excited to anger by this unkindness
of speech of his aunt.
'Phebe!' 1t was he b)y's mother
| W uO bpOh0 uUW lUI tuO ulot l
an undertOne she added:
You are wrong. Rich, RI is suffering
quite enough, and you are doing him .
harm rather Than good
Again the bell rang, and again the
boy left his seat on the sofa, and wenl
TO the sitting room door.
Its father and he went gliding
down stairs.
'Ah, Richard was the kindly greet
ing, as DIR. Gordon took the hand ot
the boy. But what is the matter, my
son? You don't look happy
Won't you come in here?' And
Richard drew his father into the libra
ry. Mr.. Gordon sat do IN still holding
Richards hand.
You are troubled, my son; what ha'
happened"
The eyes of Richard filled with tear:
as he looked into his fathers face. He
tried to answer, bot his lips quivered
Tn he turned away, and opened the
door of the cabinet, brought the frag-
ments of broken statute, which hae
been home only the day before, anC
set them on q table before bis father
over whose countenanee there came
inst family shadow of regret.
Who did this, my boy?' was asked
in an even voice.
Il did it,
Il thu ew my ball in there Once-only
once, in forgetfulncss.'
| A little while Mr.. Gordon sat con
trolling himself, and collecting his dis
turbed thoughts.
Then he said cheerfully:
'What is done, Richard, can't be
helped. Put The broken pieces away.
You have had trouble enough about it,
can see, and reproof enough for your
thoughtlessness, SO l shall not add d
word to increase your pain
'Oh, father!' and the boy threw hi;
arms about his fathers neck.
Five minutes later and Richard en-
tered the sitting room with his father
Aunt Phehe looked up for two shadow
ed faces, but did not see them. She
was puzzled.
.Thst was very unfortunate.' stt
said, little while after Mr.. Gordon
came in. 1t was such an exquisite
work of art
Richard was leaning against his faith
er when his aunt said this. Mr.. Cor
don only smiled and drew his arm
closely around his boy.
| Mrs. Gordeh threw upon her sistel
a look of warning, but it was uhheeta
ed.
j think Richard was very naaght,
boy
/ We have settled all that, Phebe,
was the mild but firm answer of Mr.
Gordon; 'and it is one Of our rules t.
get into the sunshine as quickly a
possible