The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1885-11-25

nOmlcal imam kerosene lamps, the BOunu Oh
murmuring voices in the adjoining room
struck ON her ears.
It's those children" she said to herself.
"What mischief are they in now ~
Distinguishing her light, she crept softly
to the door and listened, while she peeped
through crack in the warped panels.
The four children had candle-end stuck
in bottle on the floor, by which light the
two boys were playing game of history
cards." while Marian pored eagerly over q
book, and Bell was cutting paper doll
dresses out of a sheet of blue tissue-paper.
No." said Johnny, in answer to some
remark of his little sister, " know it amt
right to burn candles when mother has for
hidden it, but mother forbids everything
that is fun. A fellow must have some
chance. And if / sit down in her sight, she
sets me to securing knives, or picking over
beans, or Feeling apples, or something"
Mother is so cross ~ said Marian,
despairingly, as she looked up from her
book. She scolds because I don't dc
patchwork all the time. / should never get
chance to read story-book if I didn't do
it on the sly
g don't like mother--do you ?" said lit
tie Bell ."She never has time to take me
on her lap and play with me- like other lit.
tie girls mothers. And she boxed my ears
real hard when broke the jelly-jar
didn't mean to break it."
" More fool you for telling her of it,"
said Johnny, as he hesitated which card he
should fling down. when broke the big
picture-jar ON the parlor-mantle, / let her
suppose it was the cat. I didn't get my ears
boxedn
Oh, WELL" said unconscious little Bell,
moving her jaws in unison with the clip
ping of the scissors, perhaps mother will
die some dpy. l heard old Creusa tell
Jones, the milkman, that she was working
herself to death. Then we can all play and
be happy as much as we like
Hush !" said Johnny. 81 hear some
body coming. Put out the light-quick !"
And in half minute the room was dark,
and the trembling little conspirators covered
up in bed.
Mrs. Fountain did not sleep that night,
until the old hall-clock had long chimed
midnight, and the moon had mounted high
above the pines on the western hill. She
was thinking; she was turning matters and
things in her mind.
But she rose as early as usual the next
morning, and came cheerfully down stairs.
nj oil, 10 hav &C
changed my mind about ose tickets.
Well keep them, guess we will oil co.
Mother !" cried little Bell, joyfully.
To the Sunday school picnic2 viii you
go?"
Yes, all of u.s." nodded Mrs Fountain,
smilingly.
Oh, won't that be fun ?" said little Bell,
jumping up and down. Mother never
went anywhere with us before"
And, Job," added Mrs. Fountain,
I've concluded to ask Saphelia Jenkins to
come here and help with the homework, SO
that can have little moro time o devote
to you and the children
Three cheers !" shor.od tho good
farmer, waving his hat in the air. That's
the most sensible thing you ever said.
Kitty, my girl, now we'll begin to enjoy
ourselves little. We couldn't none of us
be happy, while you was slavin' away like
convict. what--you amt crying, be
your What for, in the name Of common
sense ?n
No, mo- !" Mrs. Fountain cried, dashinl
she salt spray from her EXCLUSIVES. &C. Pm
not crying; only l can't help thinking OF
all the years have wasted, of all the mis-.
takes I've made"
What mistakes 2"
But Mrs. Fountain only hid her face on
Marians shoulder, as the child pressed
caressingly close TO her. She felt that she
could not express how deeply Bells careless
words had stung her.
Perhaps mother will die some day
Then we can all play, and be happy as
much as we like"
My children shall never have that to
say again. she thought, with bitter pang
in her heart. 81 will study to inspire far
different feelings in their bosoms."
And she kept her word.--IIelen Forrest
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