The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1886-10-16
Out Yummg Beop1e.
BY sYDNEY DAYRE.
RELIAB LIE

ing teher brother, who, just arrived on
visit, had not seen her childcen for several
years.
Sand is not Win bright, too?" be ask
ed.
Well, I can't say that he is at all like
his brother" was the reply. "Of course
/ do not mean that he is deficient in ordi-
nary ability, but he is very different from
Fred. He is not, indeed, at all like the
rest OF the family, as you will soon per-
ceive."
Uncle Harlow did perceive that his
nephews were very unlike, and was at
first inclined to agree with their mother
that the difference was entirely in Fred's
favor. He was quick and bright in all
his doings, ready to make himself agree
able to everybody, and always ready to
go out of his way to oblige. And it was
evident that his talents were of no mean
order. For leading part in any small
entertainment, for recitation or song,
Fred was sure to be chosen; he was SO
quick in learning and so brilliant in rem
dering.
{" Yes, it is great pity that Will is SO
SLOW" said his mother. Fred can toss
off his lessons so easily that they are
never burthensome to him, and he has
plenty of time for other things. But
Will has to study hard to acquire any
thing"
q T. l, En- lab Epa1 For hic
age?" asked his uncle.
"Well, now that 1 think of it, he is not
And, il remember rightly, he has never
missed in his examinations. But he plods
and plods-so different from Fred"
So different from Fred. 1t seemed a
key note of complaint in the family. No
one had any other fault to find with Will,
but it seemed to be an accepted fact that
he was laboring under misfortune.
81 have quite walk planned for to-
day." said Uncle Harlow to the boys one
Saturday morning. ga tramp over the
hill and down by the way of the mills and
factories, which I wish to visit. I should
like to have your company, if you can
go"
ST should be delighted, thank you,
Uncle Harlow" said Fred, springing up
with his usual alacrity.
ST should like it very much, thank
you, sir" said Will, "but you know,
Fred, we undertook to cut old Gurley's
wood this morning"
"Well, what of that? said Fred, light
ly. "Any other time will do as we'll,
won't it?"
Perhaps so, but we promised" said
Will.
"Just like you, WILL" said Fred, impa-
tiently. You can hold only about one
idea in your head at time, and it sticks
like burr"
"If it is good idea, isn't it good
thing to have it stick?" asked Uncle
Harlow with smile
"But," went on Fred, "what differ
ence will it make when we cut old Cur
ley's wood, so it is done before cold
weather? I'll be glad to go with you,
Uncle"
Will took his hat and said good morn
ing.
at think" said Uncle Harlow quietly,
" that as your brother is engaged, We will
defer our walk until time when he can
go"
Fred grumbled discontentedly as he
followed Will, and felt little contempt
for his uncle for regarding the whims OF
such slow poke, as he chose to call his
brother.
"I want Will to harness the horse for
me-" said his mother, as she went for
drive. " Fred will do it faster, but l
always feel so sure everything is right
when Will does it,"
1t is great recommendation to
boy" observed Uncle Harlow, "to be
able to feel sure that what he does is
done WE'LL"
"Oh, yes" said his mother, E" we can
all say that for poor Viii. He is slow,
but we can depend upon him.
"Can you do few errands for me this
afternoon, boys?" asked their uncle.
81 can, sir" said Fred with his accus-
toned readiness.
Twill it do in an hour, sir?" asked
Will "Father told me to do some weed
ing in the garden, and he'll expect to see
it DONE"
The wedding can wait just as well as
not, but that's just the way with Will"
said Fred in tone as of plying conde-
scensiop for weakness. Hes bound to
stick to his own idea, you see! But you
certainly are not oyer-polite to Uncle
Harlow, WILL"
No letters for me?" said Uncle Har-
low, as the mail carrier passed the house.
sit is time / was hearing from some i'm
portant letter-the ones | gave you to
mail for me last week, Fred"
"Dear mel exclaimed Fred, blank
expression spreading over his face. 81
don't believe l mailed them, uncle. l
meant know didn't. l forgot to-"
"Where are they?" asked his uncle,
coldly.
"They are-I believe they are in the
pocket of the coat wore that day"
He rushed to his room, returning soon
with look of still greater dismay.
1t was the day 1 got wet in the
oraaIr % he said holding ont some CORY