The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1882-04-01
DEEDS, NOT WORDS.

Edith and Kate Graham were girls o
nine and ten years old. They wtra boil
clever, and had the keen love tor some O
their studies combined with the strout
dislike OF 9th, rs which is mark of man,
int lligeht children. Kate loved histor,
EDITH, on the contrary, thought it 'ver,
dry. and rrterr,d geogral ly ard evel
sums, much to the wonder OF her sister
They were both very fond OF poetry. anC
when the day cane round ON which i
stooo On the lesson LAST. they were glad.
One day Eth had chosen the will
known poem Of "Cassnbisnca' for bel
piece, and having said itwell and enjoy
td the saying of it, and her mother,
praise when it was done she laid dow
the book and saw that b,rsiSt,r had beer
listening while she rep, ated the verses.
DO you like it, Kat'?" she said.
Like III" cried the excitable Kate. "a
think it is splendid! What would 1 moi
have given TO be that boy! To die sust /
noble death and to be such heroI'
what do you call beinga hero, Kate2'
said her mother, smiling as she watched
Kites flushing cheeks and sparkling
eyes.
"Oh, mother! A here? Why, some
one who dies on the field of battle, OF
kills his enemy; or-or-"
'.Ij burnt mp alive, said Edith, quietly
But I fancy" ssid Mrs. Graham,
"that you rather miss the lesson of the
poem. What do you think, Kate, that
Cassahianca died to prov,P"
"Wby, mother" said Kate, she died
because he was brave, noble boy, and
was not afraid, even of such a dreadful
dedth!"
well, admire him as much as you
do, Kate; but still thiuk that you have
not fully understood What is the real
beauty OF his character. All the heroes
that l admire either suff,r or conquer, or
do great deeds for some particular end
which they had in view; not merely for
the sake of showing how brave, or how
clever or how great they are. What, now,
do you say was the reason that Cassabi-
anca stood so bravrly there, while the
terrible flames came nearer and nearer,
and even until they wrapped him round
in frt?"
His father told him to wait there" "
said Edith in her gentle voice.
yes" cried Kate, seizing the idea at
once; "he died at his post of duty, and
il was splendid thing to do. l wish l
WAS boy, that might be soldier, and
die on the field of battle, clasping the
queens colors in my arms, or fighting
bravely for my country"
"Well." said Mrs. Graham, smiling,
there are plenty of opportunities given
to both men and women to do brave
things and grand things: more, perhaps,
than you think. And do not forget that
the beauty of Cassabianca's heroic death
VAS its obedience. He died, as every
hero worthy the name has died such
deaths as you admire, to prove bis obed-
ieuce."
Kate blushed at this, for her bright,
impnl,ivt character WAS Just Of the sort
which finds obedience the hardest lesson
to learn.
Mother, she said, whenever read
OF hear of things like this, cannot help
longing is have the chance of doing the
same"
Don't be afraid, Kate. The wish Is
in itself noble one; but remember, il
r'qnires great deal that you have yet to
learn to beccme heroine, and the chance
may come sooner than yoz think"
A week or two after this conversation
there came what Kate aud Edith thought
the mcst delightful event of the Who'll,
year-the annual visit to the seaside. Il
WIS a month foil of happiness and en
joyment. Captain Graham, their father
sometimes took ;hem out on boating ex
petitions, when they were allowed to fsl
foT nsekerel.
Que bright morning. the two girls hAt
coaxed their father into promising to tax,
Them on one of these short sea tips
They went down to the place where boat