Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1885-04-30

consulted the doctor, who tafKed o.
..naryes' and ..liver;' but all the
blne-pilIs she swallowed made no dlf-
1900 70 Molly. or reused her to IN
interest in existence.
.MoIly. como and have gooo
swing" Lucy would cry; .. Molly, the
bows want us to go to Duck Brook a1ter
oentians.,, But 81 don't want to.
Pm tired" would be Molly's answer.
She was not really tired, and she knew
in her heart that, if she choose, she
could perfectly well jump upr:pd &ss
But the pillow felt comforNe ~
then. and she felt easy, so shI
and said: "Oh, don't ~ b
Lucy!'
Every now and then she reused, as
INDECENT people do, with sort OF Won
der at the result of Lucy's industry.
II can't think how you find time to
do so many things" she would says
II should like an afghan like yours
for nv room ever so much, but never
could make big thing like that. "
.Oh, yes! you could You could do
it in odd minutes, and never know that
it took any time at ALL" declared
Lucy. "Do set one up, Molly. It's
such interesting work, and aunty would
give you the worsteds, | know.
"Oh! 1 couldn't possibly. haven't
any time"
s.But you have, plenty. There's all
that bit after breakfast, when you are
waiting for Miss Allen"
'Only three-quarters OF an hour.
81 know-because you are almost al
ways late. But, Molly, you can do lots
in three-quarters of an hour
Nonsense! 1 should just get out
my things, and then have to stop"
"Well, there's the time after your
music practice, and
Il can't begin to get to work in, lit
tie bits of time like those, declared
Molly. land Tn always tired after
practicing, and don't feel like doing
anything"
So it went on, year after year. "I
wish 1 had things like Lucy" Molly
would say; or, when an injured feeling
came over her: 81 wish the boys didn't
like Lucy better than nue.. 1t isn't fair;
for I'm their own sister, and she is only
a cousin" But she never took the
trouble to make herself either useful or
beloved, and things gradually went
away from her-the friends. the chances
which should have been hers. 1t was
sad for Molly to miss so much; but it is
the hard law of the world that to those
who will have shall be given, and to the
folded hands little or nothing.
And now the two girls have grown
up. and are women. l went to the Les
ters' home the other day. Jim, the old
est boy, is soon to be married He came
in while was there. He spoke to us
all, but he sat down close to Lucy, and
had long. low-voiced talk with her
about the little home he is furnishing.
1t was quite as matter of course that
he did so; but it struck me curiously,
and 1 couldn't help looking at Molly,
who sat by the window with her hands
folded, and took little part in the con-
versation.
Mrs. Lester had grown older of late
years, and looks rather feeble. When
the clock struck twelve, / saw Lucy
jump up, and lay down her work-a
table-cover which she was embroidering
in crewels for Jimrs bride. She went
out, and presently returned with a glass
of milk and a biscuit. "Aunty must
have her little Iunch." she said. Again
she should leave this daughterly office
to Lucy.
Ned, the second son, came in after
that. Hewas IN trouble with diff
cult sum in algebra, and he took his
book to Lucy, who again laid down her
work to help him. Mr.. Lester put his
head into the room, and called out:
Lucy, will you come here momentp"
Next saw her having whispered con-
ference with the cook; and rubbed my
eyes, for it seemed as if it must be Mol
ly who was doing all these things, and
not Lucy.
After dinner, went upstairs to get
my bonnet. which had been left in Mol
ly's room. She was lying on her bed,
half asleep, and couldn't help giving
her a little hint as TO what l had been
thinking of.
Il know it, she answered, plaiar
lively. ''They always did prefer Lucy;
they don't care bit for me. 1t isn't
my fault I've never been strong. you
know, and I've had to rest good deal"
"a yawn-''and Lucy is one of the do
ing kind, and always puts herself for
ward. Well - another yawn -" il
isn't her fault either. exactly; but that
is how it isl
1 tied my bonnet on silently; when !
turned from, the glass, Molly was fast
asleep!
Now. girls, which would you rather
be like-Molly or Lucyp-!Susan Cool
sdge, in S. S. Times.