New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1880-06-02

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Rough the weather, fierce the gales,
Wild the nights upon the shore:
Oft the dear wife's courage fails,
When she hears the pillows roar,
Lest her sailor come no more.
Joe, with lion heart and leai,
Tells her it Is safe outside;
That the deep sea does not feel
All the troubles of the tide;
That the good ship safe will ride. :.
Mother heeds her comforter:
He is only eight years old,
But his earnest words to her
Are as rubtes set In gold
freciols with worth untold.
Mrs: Margaret e. San0ster, IN Hdrper's
Young People.
The STORY OF A SATURDAY.
The place where we first met our
hero is a grass-plat about twenty feet
square, bOrdered on one side by barn
SO weather. beaten that it looks black,
on another by the clothes-line, and on
the third by path. The fourth side
was filled up by pile of apple-tree
wood. Upon large limb, gnarled and
twisted, and with dried leaves and the
remains of what had once been pink
tinted apple blossoms, sat General
Scott.
A queer position for the renowned
military individual, did you sayP Well,
this General was little ten-year-old
boy named Scott by his grandfather, an
admirer of the orr ginal Winfield. The
rest of the family had, by common con-
sent, dubbed him 1.-THE General"
l said he was about ten years old,
didn't l? Yes. Well, imagine boy
OF that age, with black eyes, nut-brown
complexion, ruddy cheeks, and with
head closely cropped, after the manner
of the lads of the day-to say nothing
OF State Prison convicts. So you have
my hero. His uniform was not much
to speak of. 1t consisted of q blue
checked shirt, pair of brown trousers,
worn to light snuft-color about the
knees, and a hat which had little crown
and less brim. The only things war;
like in the surroundings were the little
AK leaning against the chopping. stump,
and the pair of rcd flannel underdraw-
lers dangling from the clothes-line with
~ tiag-of-defiancc air.
AS for the General, at the time OF
which I spcak he was deeply engaged
i'm the soul-absorbing labor of taking a
chip between his toes and laying it
upon the chopping-block. Several
times he had tried this, but with no sue
cess. At last the grimy toes deposited
the chip upon the block, and the brown
legs crossed themselves complacently.
Their owner then drew from out his
pocket bit of maple sugar. which he
began to MUNICH with great gusto. Just
then a voice from the neighboring white
house called out. Scott" The maple
sugar, now reduced to mass of sticki-
ness, was hastily tucked into one side
of his mouth, and, in a voice exceed
ing!y liquid, tho General replied,
"Have you split any of the wood
yet?' and the questioner, a small,
slight woman, with snowy hair and
gentle, brown eyes, came down the
path and paused by the chopping- block.
"Why are you not working?'' contin-
ued the little woman, "YOu've been
out here a quarter of IN hour, and not
q blow have heard you strikc.''
The Generals black brows contract
ed. II don't carc!'' he said, angrily.
II can 'sever get this hateful pile split
| It's no use trying!'
"You might have had it done long
ago had you not played with the boys
50 much"
| "Wcll, Jack Hazard and Billy Nc
Evoy don't have to split wood-not even
| kindlingsr' in injured tones.
| The wood is not hard to chop, and
think it much better for boy to have
a little employment than to idle away
his time"
Pm sure l go to school, grandma!'
Eyes, but surely one hours work on
Saturday will not injurc you, and that
is all the work you have to do that
day." said the old lady, kindly. Then,
rs the Generals face still looked sullen,
she continued: "My dear, do you think
that you would be perfectly happy if
j you had a Saturday all to yourself
without doing single chore?'
"Kathcr guess | wouldr' cmphati-
calIy.
Then will give younext Saturday,
upon one condition that, as you are to
do nothing for any one, no one is to do
anything for you. DO you agrec?''
| "Of course. But can really do Just
what want, and 90 where 1 please? p
Eyes. provided you do nothing abso-
lutely rash"
"Goody!' And the General turned
a somersault and uttered a war-whoop
that made his grandma's ears ring.
The next saturday dawncd right and
clear. But Scott didn't rise very early.
He lay long time in his little white
bed, making plans for the days enjoy
mcnt
'Grandma said l might do just as
please, so I'm a-going to stay in bed as
long as l want to. How jolly, not to
hear Hannah yell out, Scott! get
up!' -
After awhile, however, the gnaw-
ings of hunger began to be felt, and
he arose and dressed himself.
1--WE most always have mullins, ham
and eggs on Saturday." he said, as he
went downstairs, smacking his lips in
anticipation. Entering the dining-ro
what was his surprise to find the
breakfast things cleared away, and the
table covered with its customary Turkey
red 8 ,)read. Going out on the porch, he
found his grandmother sewing.
Good morning''! she said, pleasant.
ly.
'Qiood-mornin'. Where's breakfast,
grandma?''
Breakfast? O. we had that long
ago.
''But is it all cleared away?''
Il presume so. heard Hannah
washing the dishes little while ago.
quietly.
.:.But can't have anything to eatT'
in aggrieved tones.
Yes
''Then I'll have Hannah fix me some.
thing on the kitchen t(ele-no, IL
have her bring it out ON the piazza
it'll be so much more pleasant said
the General, starting for the kitchen.
But his grandmother called him back.
saying:
mo, you must remember that you're
not to ask any one to do anything fol
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