Connecticut western news., 1884-05-28
Too Busy.
A MOTHERS CONFESSION.

'Mother l mother P cried my little Willy, coming in upon me, as sat busily at work, 'I've lost my arrow in the grass and can't find it"
 He was just ready to burst into tears from grief at his mishap. "Pm sorry, dear," I said calmly, as I went.on with my work. .,....~... .-.
 "Won't you go and find it with me, mother ?" he asked with quivering lip, as he laid hold on my arm.
 "I'm too busy, dear," I replied, gently shaking him off. "Go and tell Jane to find it for you." 'Jane can't find it," said the little fellow, in a choking voice.
 ''sTell her to go and look again.
 s.'She has looked all over, and can't find it. Won't you come, mother, and find it for me p
 The tears were now roMng over his face. But was too busy to attend to Willy. was embroidering the edge of a little linen sack that I was making for him, and that, for the moment, seemed of more importance than the happiness of my child.
 ''No-no," 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."
 ''EIlen says she won't look for it. ;" Willy was now crying outright.
 ssThere 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 ashamed of you p -. s'Won't you go and find it for me, mother ?" he urged, still crying.
 "No indeed, Willy. I'm too busy now. Go and look for it again yourself"
 ''But I can't find it. I have looked. i" ''Then go and look again." said I, firmly.
 Willy went crying down stairs, and I heard him crying about the yard for some ten minutes, until my patience began to give out.
 ''Such a to-do about an arrow wish I'd never bought him the bow-arrow P said I, moving uneasilv in my chair.
 'Ellen, won't you make me another arrow? Here is stick" I heard him ask of the cook, in a pleading voice. But Ellen replied rudely-
 ''No indeed, shall not l I've got something else to do besides making ar- rows"
 The child's crying was renewed. I felt vexed at Ellen. ''She might have made him the arrow" I said. eff I wasn't so busy I would go down and make him one myself. But I must get this sack done."
 And l sewed away more rapidly than before. The 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 10 hear him crying as if his heart would break over loss SC trifing as that of an arrow.
 "Willy!" at length said, calling out of the window, ''you must stop that cry ing"
 '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. "Go and find something else to play with"
 q want my arrow. Won't you come and find itfor me, mother ?'
 "No, not now. I'm too busy"
 The crying went on again as before, and soon lost all my patience. Lay. ing aside my work, went to the head of the stairway and called down
 "Come, now, Sir There's been enough of this crying, and you must stop it."
 "I can't find my arrow" returned Willy.
 "Well, suppose you can't; will crying bring it ? You must take better care oI your things. Little boys must look the way they shoot"
 ''I did look, but I can't find it."
 "Go and look again, then"
 "I have looked, but it ain't there,'
 And then the crying went on again, To Willy the loss of his arrow was req grief, and he was too young to have for titude to bear his trouble patiently. Bu was not in state of mind to feel witl him.
 ''Stop that crying instantly" said I as the worrying sound came again upol my ears. 'I won't have such noise il the house."
 But my words had no effect; they dit not produce the arrow. Willy criet on a.
 UDAble longer to endure the sound and also thinking it wrong to let him in dulge the habit of crying, I laid m, work aside, and going down stairs, tool hold of him resolutely, saying as diC so-
 "Now, stop this instantIyr' P