News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1884-06-19
Too Busy.
AMoTHER's CONFESSION.


Willy, coming in upon me, as sat basily
at work, ''Tve lost my arrow in the grass
and can't find it,
He was just ready TO bdrss INTO tears
from grief at his mis- zap. "i'm sorr,v
DEAR" l said calm 8, as went on with
my work.
won't you go and End it with me.
mother : aske@. with a quivering lip,
as ne lald. held eiI my arm.
m TOO hus.s. dear I replied.
ge' .ay shak9g hln. of go and tel
Jane to find 1t Tor you."
sfJane can't find it," said the little
Sellow. IN choking voice.
S',1eil her to go and look again.
~'She has looked all over, and can't
find it. Won't you come, mother, and
find it for me z"
The tears were now rolling over his
face. But was too busy to attend to
Willy. I was embroldering the edge of
a little linen sack that was making for
him, and that, for the moment, seemed
of more importance than the happiness
OF my child.
''No-no," 1 replied. ''I'm to busy
TO go down stairs. You must take better
care of your arrows. Go and ask Ellen
TO find it for you"
"Ellen says she won't look for it. /"
Willy was now crying outright.
'There there don't be so foolish as
to cry at the loss of such little thing
as an arrow" said I, in areproving voice.
'i'm asEHmed of you p
'"Won't you go and find it for me,
mother p he urged, still crying.
''Ne indeed, Willy. I'm too busy now.
Go and look for it again yourself"
~'5ut L can't find it. ] have looked"
''Then go and look again." said 1,
firmly.
Willy went crying down stairs, and I
heard biw crying about the yard for
some ten minutes, until my patience
bega-I to give out.
such a to-do about an arrow wish
I'd never bought him the bow-arrow 7
said I, moving uneasily in my chair.
ELLEN, won't you make me another
arrowP Here is a stick, I heard him
ask of the cook, in a pleading voice.
But Ellen replied rudely-
ssNo indeed, 1 shall not I've got
something else to do besides making ar
rows.
The child's crying was renewed. l
felt vexed at E len ''She might have
made him the arrow" said. ''H l
wasn't so busy [ would go down and
make him one myself. But 1 must get
shhis sack -slene. !"
And L sewed away more rapidly than
before, tfhe crying went on. Willy
had lost his arrow, and his heart was al
most broken. Unfortunately, was not
in mood to sympathize with him. An
arrow, to me, was very little thing,
and it worried me to hear him crying as
if his heart would break over loss SO
triaing as that of an arrow.
s.WiIlyT' 1 at length said, calling out
of the window, 'tyou must stop that cry
ing"
E'I can't find my arrow, and nobody
will make me another" replied the little
fellow.
That's nothing to make such dis
turbance about - / said. $50 and find
sometAing else to play with"
'I want my arrow. Won't you come
and tind it for me, mother p
s'No, not now. I'm too busy"
The crying went on again as before,
and I soon lost all my patience. Lay
ing aside my work, went to the head
of the stairway and called down
"CoLne, now, Sir There's been
enoEgh of this crying, and you must
sop it."
81 can't find my arrow" returned
Willy.
"Well, suppose you can't; will crying
bring It? You must take better care of
your things. Little boys must look the
way they shoot.
'I did look. but can't find it,"
"Go and look again, then"
81 have looked, but it amt there"
And then the crying went on again.
To Willy the loss of his arrow was a real
grief, and be was too young to have for
titude to bear his trouble patiently. But
/ was not in a state Of mind to feel with
him.
''Stop that crying instantly" said I,
as the worrying sound came again upon
my ears. sI won't have such a noise in
the house."
But my words had no effect; they did
not produce the arrow. Willy cried
on.
Unable longer to endure the sound,
and also thinking it wrong to let him in
dulge the habit of crying, i laid my
work aside, and going down stairs, took
hold Of him resolutely, saying as L did
So
'Now, stop this instantly ~
The child looked up to me with a
most distressed countenance, while the
tears covered his face.
81 can't find my arrow said he with
quivering lip.
''Tm sorry-but crying won't find it.
Come up stairs with me-" Willy as
cended TO my room.
"Now don't let me hear one word