The Arizona sentinel., 1888-10-13
NUMBER 46.
Mischief

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 Susan was a good, faithful woman. but not at all given to putting things pleasantly or cheerfully.
 George worked away for several days, at the end of which he came to his mothers room, looking as if he had a great weight on his mind. Mother, he said at length, in a tone which showed her that he had paid no att tention to what she had been saying. wouldn't you be willing to let me have these little pictures in my room?" He pointed to two which hung close beside her above her bed.
 "Why, Georgie, do you really want my pictures? I'm very fond of them, you know, and like to have them here"
 "Td like to have 'em for awhile, any way" he said.
 ''Then you shall have them, of course, dear" But the words were said a little respectfully, and she looked hurt and sorry as George, without say ing any thing more. carried away the pictures, for there were not many pretty things in her room.
 She was awakened the next morning by slight noise and, opening her eyes, caught sight of George bobbing below the foot of the bed as if anxious to escape her notice.
 ''Is that you, George?" she asked.
 'Yes, mother" he said, coming to kiss her, looking as if very much puzzled what to do. II say, mother, you've walked up too early. Won'tyou please to shut your eyes again and make believe you're asleep yet?"
 She did as he asked, and for few moments could hear him making some quiet movements. Then he cried:
 Wake up, mother!''
 She opened her eyes to see him stand ing at the foot of the bed watching her face with a pleased, expectant look. Something on the wall close beside her drew her attention and she turned her head that way. ''Or' she exclaimed, in great surprise and pleasure at sight of a bracket-shelf which hung within easy reach of her hand.
 '1 made it every bit myself,n said George, his face beaming still more brightly. "All except those little bits of fancy doings glued on, and worked fot half a day in Billy Dyer's carpenter shop to pay for 'em. I gilded lem my self, and I bought the staining stuff and stained the rest of it. It looks almost as nice as a bought one, doesn't it, mother?"
 ''Ten times niece to me, dear"
 'And see, mother, here's the place for your work-basket, and here are your glasses and your books. Plenty ofroom for every thing you want You won't have to keep hunting for your things any more Oh, forgot to tell you about the cord and tassel. Susan helped me twist it up out of red worsted last night. She promised she wouldn't tell you for any thing, and I've promised to make her one to keep her things handy, and she's as pleased as she can be, and says I'm a tip-top boy"
 II think Susan is right" said mother.
 But George rushed from the room before waiting to hear more, return ing in a moment with hammer and nails.
 ''Did you really think l meant to take away your pictures, mother?' he said, laughing in great glee. "You see, couldn't make out how 1 was to get my bracket hung without driving in nails and letting the whole secret out. So I made believe I wanted the pictures. Now I'm going to hang lem over here.
 ''You are the dearest comfort and blessing in the world," said his moth CT, when at length he came and bent over her. "I shall never look at your bracket without happy thought of your kind thought of me. And shall never take thing from it without be- ing glad because of your dear hands putting it here for me. ,"
 The crowning point of Georges sur prise came in his going out and gather ing some flowers to put in tiny vase to be placed on the bracket. '11 bring fresh ones to her every morn ing." he declared to himself. '.1never felt so glad about any thing in my life. I'm going to keep on doing things for mother-see if I don't. .n-Sydney Dugre. irs Interior.
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