Ashtabula weekly telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1880-1886, 1880-12-17

Kitty bad gone 10 sloep IN bic Ian a.
ne sat in hi8lhn6 rookeF n Sront 6ft6g
stove, His poor head felt 90 heavy
be Wished he could lie down on the
floor But then he knew he would 90
10 sleep, and what was the use Of boys
sitting up II he did not keep awakep He
made desperate EFFORT 10 70 to mann
mas .work-basket and get her ball Of
mending-cottOn. He dropped kitty
roughly out Of his lap. as he got up, for
he felt vexed at her FOR going 10 sleep
and not caring for his trouble. He
walked TO mammals basket. The floor
creaked as he crossed Il, as n some one
were walking behind him. II startled
him-he had never heard It do so be-
fore and when he had got the ball, no
could not tell why, but instead of roll
ing II about the room, for kittyt 10 chase.
he crept az softly possible back to his
chair. When kitty jumped into his lap.
glad TO roll herself up in her warm nest,
little Clarence's head bowed down and
his tears fell fast upon her soft fur.
oh how lonely and wretched he feltl
How long must he sit up? He had for
gotten 70 ask mamma. Was it most
moningP He looked toward the win
dow. Just then the clock struck; he
counted, twelyel It was so dismal to
have 70 sit here, with everybody fast
asleep. He Thought Of his own pretty
room and bis little white bed 80 soft
and warm, and he could not keep back
the great sObs.
He could bear It no longeri Putting
kitty on the cushion in his rocker, he
crept softly to his mothers door and,
giving . timid little knock, be stood
listening to the ticks Of the clock in the
hall, they sounded so loud and strange.
In moment, mamma who had been
waiting all the time for her little boy,
opened the door, and Clarence threw
himself into her arms, with tears and
sobs and yet with such Joy and gladness
as he had never felt before.
Dear mamma, oh. how glad / am
you woke up. 1 was afraid you were
so sound asleep that you wouldn't hear
me. Please let me go TO bed will
never, never again"
Never mind tonight, Clarie," said
kind mamma, as she quickly undressed
him and tucked him in his crib, and
after he had loOsened his arms round
her neck and from giving her half q
dozen kisses, when she left the room.
for very gladness he hugged and kissed
his little pillow. Now that he was so
happy in bed he meant to think about
1t all, but somehow he didn't
The very next thing he knew, NAM
mas voice had awakened him, the sun
shine was streaming merrily across the
carpet, and though it was very late in
the morning he had to rub his eyes once
or twiceSbefore he could remember lust
how it all was.
"HoW does my little boy feel this
morning?" asked his mother.
40 mamma, / am sure l shall never
again want to sit up all night; why, you
don't know how dreadful it was, when
everybody was gone to bed and 1 was
left there all alone"
Il know it, my poor child; 1 felt
very sorry for you, but l could not help
you till you were ready to be helped.h
"Tel me, mamma, why did not
have a good time, as / expected /
should? didn't enjoy myself Bit"
because, my child, you insisted on
having your own viii gratifed, though
it was in opposition to the Judgment
and wishes Of your mother, who knew
much better than her little boy what
things were calculated to make him
happy. And if you do not learn to trust
mothers love and wisdom in things
that you have not tried, you will see
many more miserable evenings than the
one in which you tried sitting up."-
Illustrated Cl1ristidn Weekly.