Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-06-02
tics, and very much addicted to STAYING
right where they lay him.
Clean Hands, Pure Lips.

why didn't you strike back, you
goosley'
| paused in my sewing and looked
out unobscrved upon group of little
folks playing near my window One
child was running away rapidly, the others
stood beside little Amy Horton, who
gazed ruetully at her own fat hand and
tried hard not to cry. Such little girl
was Amy! The only child of young
widow but lately moved into our village.
OF Mrs Horton, we, the people of
&, knew, as yet, nothing, save, that,
since by manners we usually Judge, she
was lady in every respect, gentle, quiet
and refined. had not vet given myself
the pleasure Of calling upon the new
nelghboc: Little Amy, however, child
fashion, had soon grown familiar with
the children of the neighborhood. and
they had made pet very quickly of the
sweet year-ola stranger.
what could be the trouble now,
wondered, seeing Amys flushed face and
catching the scowl on the brow of the
questioner, who asked, Why didn't you
strike back again.
listened for an answer with interest.
"Cause-cause-my mamma would
wouldn't kiss my hands-if I-struck
anybody!"s obbed the injured little one,
rubbing the rcd hand with the other
plump white one, evidently quite hurt
both in flesh and feelings.
wouldn't kiss your hands" exclaimed
her listeners wonde,ingly. "What do you
mean, Amy? What queer idear'
| was as much interested as either of
the children. and, peeping through the
vines clustering about the window. quite
safe from childish observation, listened
for Amy's explanation.
"Mamma always kisses nv hands
when they haven't been naughty, and it
is naughty to strike That little girls
mamma won't kiss her hands tonight,
will sheo'' Amy's blue eyes looked up in
to the faces around her, and, full of won
derment at her words, the sympathetic
children kissed and pitied her to her
hearts content
Then went cut and talked to the lit
one, with new respect for the pure mo-
ther whom more than ever I desired to
know. "Will you take me to your house
dear?' asked, offering my hand with
smile, and STOPPING to kiss the small
grieved face.
30. Mrs., cried the children in
chorus, ''what do you think. That Sal
lie Jones struck Amy real hard on her
arm and hand just because Amy didn't
want to walk with her! Wasn't 1t the
meanest thing"
I agreed rather Indignantly that it aoas
the meanest thing, and then we walked
along the road 10 where Amy's mother
lived. At my suggestion the children
remained outside while l made my long
intended call upon Mrs. Horton. After
awhile | repeated Amy's remark, and
asking pardon for curiosity, begged to
know more about the sweet idea. Mrs.
Horton laughed, but saw the glistcn of
tears in her eyes as she replied:
May be | am foolish, Mrs -;
but ever since my little one was given me
have loved to kiss the little baby hands
as we'll as the baby lips. used
to lay the soft little pink palms uron my
mouth and kiss them till my baby
laughed.
Gas she grew older still kept up the
custom, and when night came and I'M
dressing her I failed to kiss the little
hands, Amy knew that 1t was because they
were not quite clean from naughtiness
lfthey had been lifted in anger during
the day, it they had struck at nursie or a
little playmate, mamma could not kiss
them because they were not clean. And to
miss the kiss was very hard for my baby,
l assure you. 1t was tbs same with the
little lips. II naughty word had escaped
thcm-I mean acilfuzzu naughty words.
or if my little girl had not spoken quite
the truth during the day, I would not
kiss the lips; although l agaoays kissed
her on cheeks and forehead, never allow
ing her to 60 enkissed to bed. But she
cared more for kisses on hands and lips
than for anything else IN the world, I
believe; my loving little Amy! And
gradually the naughty ways were done
away with, and each night my baby
would say, Team hannies tonight,
mamma! Team hannies for 90 to tiss!''
"And even now-though she is five
years old keep up custom which she
has known from her birth, because I
think it helps her try to be good, You
will laugh, maybe, Mrs -, but I do
want my niue glrl TO grow up pure and
sweet; and if the love of mammals kisses
can keep, by Gods help, the little hands,
lips and heart, clean, think shall con
tinue the custom until Army is old
enough to understand fully things toe
| hard for her has YETI
My own eyes were fearful when Mrs
Horizons sweet voice ceased, and I envied
little Amy her beautiful young mothers
companionship. Did think it foolish
idea? All, no indeed! But the trucst
swee est custom in the world keeping
her small hands clean for mammals good.
night kiss; and thar is why Sallie Jones
was not "paid in her own CON- as the
saying is. That is why the sweet lips
made no angry reply. Mammals kiss
was to precious thing to be given up for
the qualification of one moment of evil
speaking. Dear little Amy Hilary d
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