The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1881-11-25


against ice. SO tempting sound to
Harry's ears. He haH turned towards
the pond after giving Jack few cents,
and swung his skates irresolutely in his
hand. But was it. do you think, the
memory of his usual petition only that
morning repeated as he knelt in his
God would s'teach him to
do to others as he would others should
do to him''-that kept him from going
on towards his playmates and caused
him to turn again towards Jack,
who looked SO pitiful and cold and
sad? It seemed an easy thing to
pray that one little prayer when
there were no obstacles in the
way of his pleasures and he had no
need to anticipate any such call upon
him, But it all flashed upon Harry
now plainly enough. If he were Jack
and stood in Jacks position. how would
he like to be treated? That was the
question, and Harry's warm heart inn
mediately answeredit.
"See here, jack he said, "you
look blue as indigo. Now, there s moth
ing can warm a fellow up like skating,
and you just put on these skates OF
mine and cut across the pond for few
minutes. and then I'll take you home to
get warm breakfast, and mother IL
talk to you. I'm going home minute,
and you meet me here when come
back; but, mind you, let me find you
with red cheeks, or I'll know you
haven't been skating. Hurry up, now"
The smile of genuine pleasure which
broke all over Jacks face made Harry's
heart glad, and presently he saw the
drunkard's child enjoying himself in
true bOy-fashion for the first time IN
many a year of sorrow. as he buckled
on the new skates and joined, un-
not. ced, the crowd of skaters on the pond.
Meanwhile Harry ran home and re-
lated to his mother the whole story:
Her warm heart was as easily touched
as her boys had been, and giving him
permission to bring Jack home for some
breakfast she sent him with u loving
kiss over the road again. and then had
q talk with papa about the poor boy
whose Thanksgiving Day had dawned
so sadly. Jack was on his way back
from the pond, after having warmed
himself and his heart in the exercise he
SO liked, when q gentleman overlook
him and kindly remarked, in passing:
"Why, my boy, you're thinly dressed
for such a day, aren't you?
Jack colored painfully.
"Pm not cold now, sir. since I've
been skating; but l was nearly frozen,
and | am very poor"
But you We nice pair of skates.
How did you get those? Sold your jack
ct for them, may be, eh?'
"Oh, no, indeed, sir. These are
Harry Archer's skates, and l hope God
will bless him, sir, for his kindness to
me this day."
And Jack related the story to the
gentleman. To his surprise the gentle
man responded to his story with .
hearty: ''Bless the boy, he's trump"
And Just as he was wondering what it
meant, he saw Harryrunning to meet him.
81 say, Jack. it's all right. Mother
says you're to come = Halloa, Uncle
Hal! you here so early? Why. Jack,
you been talking to Uncle Hal?'
And then Harry seized his uncle
hand and gave a wild whoop after his
usual fashion when anything pleased
him. Jack explained to Harry as they
walked home. And when he had break
tasted beside warm fire little later,
Harry's father called him out to the
barn and had q long talk with him
there. which resulted in his being en-
gagged as stable boy and to assist the
coachman. In an old. but good suit
of clothes belonging to Harry, Jack
,.o....J . ,,,,,,,o Ilo onnoar-
ance, and Harry's delight knew no
bounds. But that night. after all the
company had gone. there was q timid
knock at Mrs. Archer's door, and Jack
was found outside.
please, lady," he said, Il couldn't
sleep tonight until l came to ask you
if you would mind saying prayer fol
me. want to thank God, only l don't
know how exactly, for giving me a
happy Thanksgiving Day. This morn
inc when saw the sun rise didn't see
what / had to be thankful for; but now
it is all changed, and feel so thankful
here, ma am" laying his hand on his
heart, ''that must hear you thank
God for me and teach me how to do So
too"
When he had gone. Mrs. Archer went
up to her boys room and knelt beside
his bed.
"My darling, tell me why you die
for Jack what he has told me you die
this morning. hadn't heard about
YOUR giving up your skating before.
thong hit he was just waiting there fol
you. And you had anticipated YOU
race on the pond SO long. My dear lit
tie sonr'
And she folded her arms about hin
closely. Harry blushed little, but thu
true answer came at last:
"You taught me the prayer, mamma
you know. And SO I did to Jack jus
what would have wanted somebody tt
do to me if had been poor and COLI
and sad, and had no mother. DO unit
Others it says, you know, and so L
only just did it. that's all. mamma. Blu
oh, hasn't it been o jolly Thanksgivin!
Day?" Mary d. Brine, in NAustrute'
Christian Weekly.
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