Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-06-26

anu saying, IL am very sorry Ioi yOu, My
DEAR" then looking at Katy, who sat by
the window with her history, he added,
pleasantly. "Come, Katy, put up your
book and help mOther-willing little
hands do big work.
But the trouble with Katy just then
was that her hands were not willing. AS
the door closed after her father said
she, without rising from her chair:
"YOu don't need me very much-do
you, mamma? haven't learned my his
tory lesson, we recite it the first hour.
"Why didn't you learn it last evening!
You had long, quiet evening to your
self, with nothing else to do"
eyes, know; but had an interest
ing library book to finish, and after that
it was too late"
"Another time you must learn your
lessons before you amuse yourself with
story books. You can study your lesson
now; l will get along without you, said
Mrs. Warren.
Noon came There was nice dinner
upon the table. Upon the bar the clean,
smoothly ironed clothes hung, and on
the kitchen table there was row OF glass
jars, filled with delicious hot fruit. But
it was q very flushed and wearied face
that looked from behind the coftee-urn.
1t was only half-past twelve when the
family finished their dinner, and Mrs.
Warren said, "Katy, dear, you have half
an hour before school; supposing you tie
on big apron and help me to get some
of these dishes out of the way.
sob dear | don't see how L can,
mamma: l missed my practice hour this
morning, and you know have to take
my music lesson tomorrow. But I'll
let 1t go if you say so," Katy said, fret
fully.
$50 and practice" This was all Katy's
tired mother said, as she gathered up the
many dishes preparatory to removing
them to the hot kitchen. Katy's con-
science troubled her some as she prac
ticed her scales in the pleasant parlor.
| Two or three times, in place of the mu
seal notes, she saw tired mothers face:
but she did not close her instruction book
and 60 to that mothers relief, only struck
the notes more vehemently. 1t was four
o'clock when Katy returned from school.
Looking into the sitting room she found
! the baby asleep in his cradle, and her
mother, with bandaged head, lying on
the couch
Cali quiet along the Potomacr' Katy
questioned, as she bent to kiss her moth
er's hot cheek
"Quiet just now; but the baby's nap is
nearly out, and dread his awaking. My
head is much worse. l think you'll have
to get tea tonight, dear; don't think l
possibly can"
Gall right, mamma; but it is not near
time yet, and can 1 go over to the slope
after wild clematis? The girls are wait
ing at the gate, and we'll not be gone
long"
"You can go if you'll be here at five
promptly.
eyes, ma am, I'll be here" Katy an
swered, as she danced from the room, I'M
mindful of her mothers pain. The door
closed after her with bang which woke
the baby, and he began crying. 1t was
some moments before Mrs. Warren's
dizzy head would allow her to get up and
lift the screaming child from his cradle.
She put him on the floor and gave him
his box of playthings, which he threw all
over the room-even into the dining
room beyond. Mrs Warren did not seem
to care where he threw his toys, as long
as he was amused She laid down and
held her throbbing head, watching the
clock as the hands crept closer to five,
hoping that thoughtless little Katy would
keep her promise. The clock struck one
-two-three-fOur-five. Oh, how the
little hammer beat her weary head But
Notwithstanding her pain she arose,
built the fire, prepared the superb
pain in her heart worse than that in
her head. ''Can it be that my little
Katy does not love her mother?" she
thought.
Supper was all ready when Katy made
her father and brothers.
81 am so sorry. mamma. [ meant to
come sooner, but | was having such a
nice time" said Kitty, apologetically, but
her father stopped her.
"Hush! Where have you been." said
he sternly. "Your mother all alone with
the work and the baby. Look at her tired
red face" But this reproof stopped just
here, for the tired red face suddenly grew
ashy white, and Katy's weary mother
was unconscious.
Months have passed since then, but
Katy's heart is still sore. Her mother is
patient invalid, without the ability to
walk step. Every night as Katy's head
falls upon her pillow, she looks about her
rooms pretty belongings-mother's love
and taste breathing through them all
and thinks of what that gray haired doc
tor said months ago, as he looked pity
ingly at her dear mother. Looking at her
thoughtless little Katy, he said, "ATother
has had to work too hard this hot, close
day; she is too delicate for such prostrat-
ing work. l suppose you help her all
you can"
"Ah, but that's the trouble! 1 did not
help mother all 1 could; that's why my
pillow pricks so.
Poor Katy don't you pity her?
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