The Arizona sentinel., 1888-10-13
DOING FOR MOTHER.

The Experience of a Little Boy Who Made
 Himself Comfort and Blessing.
 "I can't find my glasses, George. Do you see them anywhere?
 "Seems to me you're losing some thing most all the time" said George, rather fretfully.
 "So it does. Perhaps they are under the pillow, or, perhaps, they have fallen on the floor.
 With very bad grace George shook up the pillows and looked on the floor. '.No, don't see them," he said.
 70, here they are under my shawl. Now, dear, hand me your jacket to mend. And see, my work-basket Is a little beyond my reach.
 1.-The boys are waiting for me to go berrying with them," growled George.
 "Wen, l am sorry to keep you, but I'm afraid you'll have to run up to the machine drawer for bit like this jacket
 The scowl on Georges face deepened as he went up stairs, not with run, but with slow, unwilling feet. ''1s there any thing else you want?" he asked, in an injured tone, as he brought her the piece. She did not answer at once, and as he looked at her face he saw that her lips trembled and tears were in her eyes.
 "No, dear," she presently said, talk ing his face between both her hands and giving him very tender kiss. "l hope you will have very nice time. It is beautiful day to be out, isn't F"
 A sudden thought struck sharply to the boys heart. It had never before occurred to him how hard it must be that his mother never could go out; that for three years she had been ly- ing in that one room. 70 mother, he said, ''I wish you could go out I'd be glad to stay in if you could"
 ''You dear boy" she said, kissing him again. ''Hurry away now. can't go, but it makes it a great deal easier to stay when know you wish could. "
 "Does it really?" he said, wistfully.
 "Yes, really"
 "Hurrah, George" called the boys, and he went out.
 But he did not join in the frolic with his usual headlong eagerness. Ills head was so full of thoughts of kind very unusual to him that there seemed something lacking in the brightness Of the sunshine and the softness of the summer wind. When the boys reached the berrying-ground they separated more or less in search of the red, ripe fruit, and George several times found himself alone and able to go on with his thinking.
 sI don't believe I've been a very good boy to mother" he said to him. self. ''I know I haven't. I'm always in hurry to get out, and l grumble when she wants me to read to her, and make fuss when she can't find things. If I had to stay in bed all the time I guess I'd lose things worse than she does I mean to help her every day. I'll go every morning and find all her things for her and put 'em on a chair by her so they won't get lost again. Goody, though! I know what I'll do that's better than that. He gave such a jump as nearly to up- set his pail of berries. His new thought took such hold of him that he had to sit down and give his full atten- tion to it for awhile, and then the boys were astonished at hearing him pro- pose to go home. As none of them were inclined to leave the berries so early he went by himself. I'm going to do all can for mother, truly l am, he said to himself, ''but I'm not going to begin all at once for fear she should guess what's up."
 He carried her saucer of his ber- ries, and the next day and for several days afterward waited on her kindly and carefully in the morning, and then kept good deal away from her through the day, fearing thnt she might read in his face that he had wonderful secret.
 .'What is George about that l see so little of him?" his mother asked of Susan, the woman who took care of the house. ''Is he away from home so muchP"
 70 mo-" said Susan, "he's about here most of the time and is as busy as a bee, but there's no tellin' what he's up to. It must be some new caper, for he shuts himself up in the tool-house and