The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1883-09-27
SPEAK GENTLY TO EACH OTHER.
A Story for the Children.

"Please to help me minute, sister,"
said little Frank.
ooh, don't disturb me-" I said; "T'm
reading"
"But just hold this stick, won't you,
while I drive this pin through ?" said
Frank.
"I can't now, I want to finish this
story" said I, emphatically; and my lit
tie brother turned away with disnp.
poll ted look in search of some one else
to assist him,
Frank was q bright boy of ten years,
and my only brother. He had been Wis
iting young friend, and had seen II
windmill, and as soon rs he came home
his energies were MI employed il making
small one; for he was always trying TO
make tops, weecibarrows, kites, and all
sorts of things, such rs boys delight in.
He had worked patiently all the morning
with saw and knife, and now it only
needed putting together to complete ii:
! and his only sister had refused to assist
him, and he had gone away with his
young heart saddened
I thought of all this immediately after
he left me, and my book gave me 10
pleasure. 1t was not intentional un-
kindness, only thoughtlessness, for I
loved my brother, and was generally
kind to him; still, had refused to help
him. I would have gone after him, and
| afforded the assistance, but [ knew he
had found some one else. But / had
neglected an opportunity Of gladdenin9
q childish heart.
In half an hour Frank came bounding
into the house, exclaiming: Come,
Mary, I've got it up. Just see how ii
goes II His tones were joyous, and
saw he had forgotten my petulance, so
determined to atone by unusual kindness
l went with him, and sure enough on
the roof of the out house was fastened
miniature WINDMILL and the arms
: were whirling around fast enough to
| please any boy. [ praised the windmill
and my little brothers ingenuity, and
he seemed happy, and entirely forgetful
of my unkindness, and L resolved, rs l
had many times before, to be always
loving and gentle.
A few days passed by, and the shadow
OF great sorrow darkcncd our dwelling.
The Joyous laugh and noisy glce were
hushed, and our boy lay in a darkencd
room with anxious faces around him
his checks flushed, and his eyes unnat
urally bright. Sometimes his temples
\
and then hopo would come into our
hearts, and our eyes would fil with
thankful tears. 1t was in one of thos,
deceitful calms in his disease that he
heard the noise of his little wheel and
said: "I hear my windmill"
"Does it make your head ache ?"
asked. "Shall wo take it downP"
ooh, no." he replied, cit seems as i
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feel better" Ho muscd q moment, anC
then added: "Don't you remember
Mary, that wanted you to help me fin
ish it, and you we're reading, and tol,
me you could not? But it didn't max
any difference, for mamma helped me.
| Oh, how sadly those words fell upo
my ear !--and what bitter memorie
they awakened ! How I repented as
kissed little Franks forehead that I ha
ever spoken unkindly to him Hours
couch, hope growing fainter and fainter
and anguish deeper, until one wee
from the morning on which espokc of hi
once SC sparkling, and folded his hand
over his pulseless heart He sleep
now in the grave, and homo is dcsolatC
but the little windmill, the work Of h.
busy hands, is still whirEng in th
breeze just where he placed it, upon tn
roof Of the old woodshed; and ever,
time see the tiny arms revolving ] re
member the lost little Frank-and / re
member also the thoughtless, unkinr
words
Brothers and sisters, be kind to on
another. Be gentle, considerate, Gn,
loving.