The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1884-02-12
Stlfrf Sturv.
THE LITTLE sIDLER.

tDlnk every mamma WDO nhS b llttie
hoy or girl who hates 10 learn would dc
veil 10 read to her pet this pretty story
taken from the French. The writer has
children of her own upon. whom tHis
story had very good effect, and feeling
for other mothers who had great trouble
in teaching their charges A, B, c, she
repeats it here for family use. ksg
. Rose was pretty little girl eve years
old. who would have been very sweet
but for one bad fault am sorry to say
she was very lazy. When her mamma
called her to cay her lesson she had ever
so many reasons 10 give for not coming.
at is too soon;" .The clock has not
struck yet;' or "Wait till I have done
This game; or at is too cold" Then,
when she had made up her mind to come
at last, she would yawn between each
word, stop, look down on the ground,
play with her feet and say over and over
again : "Oh! how tirescme learning to
read isl' You may know that abe did
not get along fast. All the little friends
of her own age who came to see her
were already able 10 amuse themselves
reading pretty stories without help, while
she was just beginning to spell in one
syllable. Poor, poor child! sis 'aS
One day she said to her mother !:
"Mamma, why am obliged, to learnt to
read and sew2 Only look at'Jesnnette,
the farmers girl; she is fifteen years old,
but knows nothing about reading or
writing. She told me that It tired her
to go TO school and that her mother had
let her stay away"
Mamma-So you would Ike to fesem-
BILE Jeannette, who is nothing but a
rough peasant girl,. who can never do
better while she lives than keep
cows7 But even that is some occupa-
ton. While yop would be good for moth
ing al at. = ~ 3 sss9e
Rose-I thiLkit would be splendid to
keep cows and goats. and jf you will
only let me say no more lessons, nam.
ma, III go every day sid'help Jeanette
to take care OF them.
Mamma--I believe. my child, that you
viii soon have enough OF il, but we can
try it. II you like you may begin to-
morrow. ~ .,@ y
The next morning Rose was wakened
by her nurse at 6 o'clock Now you
must know our little lady had no mind
to rise so early, but the novelty of the
thing mstiee her snbiBit without fretting
more than a little Bit she swallowed a
cup Of milk as fast as she could, ate "a
email piece Of bread and ran out to join
Jeanette, who was waiting for her in
The yard with her cows and goats Rose,
having had crook given ber. drove
them before her. They soon came to o
large meadow covered with grass and
shut in by hedges, Jeanette sat down
on q rock and took out her knitting,
while Rose picked flowers to make a
nosegay and ran shout gaily from.side
TO side. Suddenly she caught sight of
o pretty Wild rose blooming In q hedge,
and. have it she would; but in oder to
reach 1t she had to climb over the bushes
that grew around IL; at last her hand
touched It and she pulled the branch to-
ward her; but the thorns pricked her and
the pain made her draw back so abrupt
Iy that she fell, tearing her dress and
scratching ters knee. Crying bitterly
she ran to show Jeannette her scratched
fingers and bleeding knee. Instead OF
plying her the girl laughed at her and
said ia. miss. you know that roses
have thorns! When you come out 10
the fields TO play yon oheht not to cry
for such trifest' After Rose had qni-
eted down little sne began to play with
a young goat that consented at first TO
gambol with her; but pretty on,the
goat showed signs OF wanting 10 butt,
while Rose pulled and pushed to keep it
back, urtil the animal grown angry, made
o thrpst at poor Rose with her horns
that sent her rolling on the ground, bel
lowing as II she bad been killed JEAN
nette came to her aid. for Madam Goat
wanted TO return to the charge. She
picked up the little girl. made her cit
down by her side and said; IN thank
YOU to be qsiet awhile, Miss Rose; you
are harder to take care of than all the
cows and goats put together |" ~
R Rose-Jeannette. am hungry; when
are we to go and get breaktast2 e ~
Jesnne,te-Op, We are going TO break
fast atalt We are not to see home an.
I'll seven O'Clock in the evening. But
here, child. yoG can hsye some black
bread and an enion.