Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1884-1886, 1886-06-20
GOSPEL OF KINDNESS.
A STORY OF A TENDER-heARTED,
coLDEN-HAIRED LITTLE TooDLER.

A STORY OF A TeNDER-heARrED
coLDEN-HAlRED LITTLE ToopLER.
Tho Future Of the Wantonly Destructive
Boy-The Golden Rule Nade Praetiea
Sport CT . Religious Man-Ateas
ment for Killing . Chipmank
On Walnut HiIla, the other morning. q
young girl was following . baby, who VA,
walking very erect, with that pretty con-
seriousness Of carriage which toddlers as
sumo. The little one wore Q long-skirted
and short wasted coat of tawny brown
and the tawny gold hair floating over her
shoulders was % exactly the shade Of her
coat, yet with such . duff and shine and
simmer on it, - made the whole earth
more beautiful for all who saw her. Sud
denly the little figure stopped to the side
walk; the morning sun, slanting across a
dewy lawn, glided the rosy buds Of an ap-
pie bough and yelled itself in the golden
green foliage Of . slender tamarac tree,
from which it Seemed to diffuss Itself in q
sunny, ridescent mist around the tiny
STOPPING figure, with its floating hair.
ouutlc, COU1c. xno 1itSlo 0IdSs l.
hurried See! The big rock has mashed it
down"
It was face of entreaty that was turnej
back; sweet little face. with real distress
In its violet eyes.
LET that dirty stone alone" the young
aunt replied
The baby had her small hands around the
rock. / lifted it for her, and she, still
- <bo ne inf ~
grass with her dainty fngerA @Don't ty,
the stray drops of dew away; then, bend
ing her pretty head, she kissed tho grass
~Now, it's well" she asserted, looking up to
me for confirmation Then stamping her
foot, at sight Of tho rock in my hand, she
burst out, Bad, ugly thing, wouldn't Diet
away"
aNo, poor, pretty stone. it couldn't get
away, because it had no feet to walk on.
Some bad child had thrown it there, and il
couldn't get away by ITSELF" The little
face was lifted, perplexed to nina 1T is a
pretty stone; see the pretty picture on it
See, there is little tree on it-and tups
and saucers, and little sate pencils, and
wufiies," added the little girl The fossil
filled rock, with its fluted, crumbling shells
and cirnoid stems, glowed like oxydized
silver at the pressure of the pearly fingers
that painted out each -tup and saucer"
Il expect the stone is sorry, but it can't
say So because it has no mouth"
"Poor little stone. It's too bad it hasn't
dot feet, nor any mouth to talk with Baby
tolk for it Baby tell the draa it's awful
sorry. Baby sorry too, cause she was tross
TO the pretty stone Tant we put il down
easy by the tree, so it tan see the street
tarsf'
Dear little angel. Sweet, tender little
heart, that grieves for the crushed grass and
sets the rock that wasn't to blame down
easy, where 1t can SEQ tho street cars the
long, dusty days
What grief has life in store for so gentle
a heart When sorrow falls may heaven
send some soft hand to wipe away the tears
in remembrance Of the dew-tears kissed
from the green earth to-day, and in remera-
brance, too, OF u perp.exed and aching
heart that thou, little one, hast comforted.
II ALL WE'RE KIND TO EVERYTHING.
thought, as l walked home, after the
little maid and / had parted, how near
heaven the world be il We were all kind to
Why not put the obtruding
stones down easy, and straighten the grow
ing things by the way. II it made no diff
ference to the stone, it woad TO the person
who was thus thoughtful What sort Of .
creature wilt that boy be-wha: sort Of
creature is he now, for that matter-who
switches down the vegetation, breaks of
tree branches in mere wantoness, and ties
frogs by wires in the midst of bonfires. And |
what sort Of q human is the man who does |
not pass q dog without giving i: q kick, or
drive q horse without blows and oaths. And !
worse than all, what sort Of women are we I
who belong to benevolent societies AMI,
maybe cause a man to be arrested for 4
beating his mule, and yet wear compla- |
Gently the stolen plumage Of murdered song 4
birds in our bonnets. In church, every /
womanis hat sports its bird-wing, and all
those with this mark Of Cain upon their |
brows pray "God be merciful,' and they /
repeat with fe.vor. do unto others as you /
would that they should do unto you And
they respond unfalteringiy: With what
ye mete, it shall he measured unto I
you again"
l know a man who sits in his door yard I
and every evening when tho rocks fly home
ward, points his gun upward, Is they pass |
in breezy haste overhead, and fires Just for 4
the fun of seeing them fall Dows /
they drop, manned. bleeding, and /
after he has counted the number /
he has brought down, he throws them over /
the fence into the road. He calls that sport;
and he is a religious man; but when the
gospel Of the blessed Jesus reaches deep into
his daily life he will kill no more birds /
simply for fun, and he will repent him that
be ever did
/ know a man who hit chipmunk on the
head with his cane as he walked through a
forest at Harbor Point, Mich
The little sportive thing that one moment
was peeping around the stump. the next
moment was dead The man had often
killed things before, but it happened that
his was the blow that hurt his conscience.
The same day a bird flew INTO the pantry
adjoining the dining room Of the boarding
house where he was eating. He left his din
ner, asked for a stepladder, and began to
move the jars on the high shelf, as il he was
hunting precious thing When he secured
he frightened bird in his hands and carried
{ into the air and let it loose, his wife said:
i never knew you to take that much
roubls about any thing before 1t is
ort of atonement for the chipmunk,n be
Il have felt mean ever since
lilled that pretty little follow He has
,ever killed anything since.
A lady said, as she opened box Of dried
butterflies: Il did not want them; l caught
hem Just for the fun Of All at once,
months afterward, without any reason, !
,sgan to feel sorry. l hunted up my box
# butterflies. and every pin-pierced little
,ody really hurt me. They didn't hurt me
It all when stuck the pins into them had
pinned them up to the door alive and
bought nothing ofit"-Cincinnati CONNER
ial Gazette