The Arizona sentinel., 1886-08-28
J. W. DORRINGTON, Proprietor.
NUMBER 39.

Joe ma6e no reply, but his face wore an expression of shame as he went out of the gate and started down the road leading to the village.
 He found his mother busy making mince-pies, the baby on her lap.
 ''What! home so soon, JoeP" she said.
 ''Yes'm. I had such a headache l couldn't stay. But I feel better now. 1 guess the walk did me good"
 ''Tm glad of that, for you can take care of baby. She is very fretful to- day, and won't let me put her down a minute"
 Joe's face clouded at once Taking care of the baby was worse than put tIng wood in the shed. and he had been planning to go over to Tom Stacy's to have game of ball.
 Wont she go to sleep?" he asked, as he took the child from his mothers lap.
 You can try her, and see." Joe tried, but tried in vain. The baby's eyes refused to close, in spite of the most earnest rocking, and Joe was completely out of temper when at length the last pie was in the oven and his mother able to relieve him of his charge.
 Don't go off," she said, as he was starting toward the door. 'I want you to help me with the vegetables for dinner, and bring in some wood"
 " don't think ought to work so hard on Saturdays" grumbled Joe.
 ' work hard every day in the week." said his mother. "I won't ask you to do any thing beyond your strength. After dinner you can clean up the yard. I'm ashamed of it as it is now, filtered up with all sorts of trash.'
 "Oh, mother, let it go till next Saturday. Then Ned and Charlie can help"
 " No, it must be done to-day. Miss Bassett is coming to tea tomorrow night, and 1 want the place to look nice. 1 would have set all three of you boys at work on it early this morn- ing, but your grandfather sent word that he would take you all to the museum in Beverley, so didn't speak of the yard"
 The museum! Oh, mother, why didn't you tell me this morning?" and tears of disappointment and chagrin sprang to Joe's eyes.
 Your grandfather told me not to mention it. He said he wanted to give you surprise. '
 Poor Joe! It was with very un- steady hands that he peeled the pota- toes and washed the parsnips for din- ner and when twelve o'clock came ie could not eat any thing so heavy was lis heart.
 The museum was a travelling con eern.- owned by two wide-ssyv lss Van keeS, Wnose DItiS announced that they were making a grand tour of the United States. They exhibited all sorts of animals. both alive and stuffed. and birds from every cline. They also performed wonderful feats in jugglery and on the trapeze. They had been a week in Beverley, large town seven miles from the village where Joe lived, and he had been carrying some of the handbills around in his pocket for ten days, and had read them so often that he knew them by heart. It seemed very hard that he should have missed the treat his grandfather had wished to give him.
 He was raking the leaves on the grass in front of the house when the light wagon containing his grandfather and Ned and Charlie drove up to the gate.
 ''How's your head?" asked grand pa. '1ts too bad you couldn't go with us
 ''We've had the grandest kind of a timG" cried Ned.
 This has been the incest Saturday ever knew!" cried Charlie.
 Joe gulped down lump in his throat. A nice Saturday! It had been | long, unhappy day to him.
 But he had learned a lesson. From hat day forth he never told a story in 'rder to shirk an unpleasant piece of vork.-FlOrerace B. Halloe0eU, in GOld- 70 DayS.