The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1883-05-02
WELLINGTON LoRArN COUNTY, OHIO, MAY p
James. my son. do you remember

James, my son, do you remember
my commands this morningP"s f.
.svt.Yes, SIR" .as 5aes~e
ais.You remember the penalty of your
disobediencePnn - -
-. Yes, sir"
You know that you must suffer it,
do you nota'' u -gir SO
Igg''Yes, SIR" -1-.s4-. -re.
AXE of your jacket and your vest"
Jamie obeyed, hung them on peg and
came back to his position before father
with q hard, ,sullenexpression on his face
that's bowed aspirit to be won, never oom-
PEELED by blows. Perhaps father, saw
this, for his hand failed to fall in pun
ishment and his great strong arm stole
around the boys shoulders and folded
him closely to father's side. -fHir
Z - Jamie! Jamiei my lad. why do you
grieve your old father SOP"
q II an angel had spoken we could not
have been more awe-stricken. Father,
who SO seldom caressed, who was so se-
we're, so stern--Fntherl t0Gs crying!
Jamie was crushed by this sort of thing
and stammered his excuses. and when
ne felt the tears ON his upturned face
his heart melted. qaOhI pa, i didn't
know you could feel SO bad. Don't, pa,
don,tihfif otnE nEg uiEI1 TfEalzIT 1
80 aBoy, did you think that / loved to
whip youR DON'T you know that every
blow.aonU your tender flesh makes .
deeper. sorer mark on your fathers
hearth My soni my only sonr'
4 His voice faltered and broke. shall
never forget the tenderness that thrilled
every word as he talked 10 '---' LIZ.
can not break my word, Jamie;
/ told you If you disobeyed punishment
must follow. Now, my boy, many time
with aching heart have whipped you,
and it seems to have had no lasting
fefect-s Team not whip you tonight,
and dare not break my word. Take
this whip, sirr' '-4o f.r..sf rs "a
20 Jamie took the whip, and father
quickly laid aside his worn black coat,
then his vest, hanging them beside
bJamie's; and turning his broad shoul-
ders to the wondering lad, his voice
Erang like . clarion.
James, some one must suffer. ]
cant whip you, You must whip me.
The boy stood as If turned to stone.
| do you hear me, Jamiep Striker'
White as death grew Jamie's face;
his mouth twitched nervously. The
whip fell to the floor, and with q CRY
that came right from his heart Jamie
went down, on his knees. "Ohi pa
You may kill me, but / never can strike
1 you'll 81 r-ov az, -... e. lr aa ei
5n How he begged for forgiveness, pas.
sionately pleading, 81 can't pa! Any.
thing but t'thatp' =" sij-i--i 5f-is.
What promises Of future obedience
But father's,wiH was iron. He would
not break his word. He had said SC
many lashes, and they must be paid
Puzzled and. stirred to the depths, wha'
4 could he, dop,4giu sfri .l s--s,4 t.---rr,
What little white-gowned figure il
this that creeps ont of the shadows anC
throws itself at his feet, while a-child'
shrill voice pipes: isl '.;, - Z. :
Oh, Papaf have been so wicked;
eoaxed Jamie; truly, truly. did! WhiI
4 me, papa and let Jamie go.n tc.asI
Now II you think this was not an &C
ofiheroism, am sorry for you; and
then perhaps, your father was not :
minister. .-f5 sY7e ~ - Il -r.a. -
/ n He lifted his forlorn little daughte
from the floor, and as no way out of tn,
dilemma seemed to present itself, Jami,
stood by in shame and humiliation
while fathers hand fell in punishment
on his little sister. Father carried m,
to my room in his arms, and when
felt his tears splash on my hair, a new
feeling of love that understands wa
| born in my heart.
II II Jamie had been writing this recort
of our long ago, he would have close,
with the announcement that never from
that day did we venture to run ava,
with Flighty, and as our eyes grew &C
customed to see the love written il
every line of fathers face, we grew I,
d watch for the smile of approval, an,
weep over his displeasure.
But alas, / must add one more tes
|, timony TO the weakness of my sex. ant
Just whisper, how early the next morn
ing standing on the veranda, where tn
,lilaes swung their fragrant cluster
against the study window, ventures
TO say: Jamie, don't you almost wish
|. when Pas back was right in front O
!, you so, that you had just given him
couple of good cuts, he has given yol
1so manyp''I
r. Jamie had no chance to reply, for tn
lilacs were held aside from the window
|. and fathers voice called Daughter.
Trembling little wretch, l need not hay
feared. Father was one Of those rar
men wss,o have learned to 'let wei
kenough alone, and only kissed me wit
unusual tenderness as he led me out t
breakfast "-Mary L. Wright, ia Detrol
i Post and Tribune.