The Springdale news., 1889-08-16
AUNTlE MAYS STORY.
Little Girls Disobedience and tn
 Lesson It Taught Her.

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 She settled back in the hammock, and Hcber and Joey drew up close to hear, for Auntie Mays stories were nicer than book ones, because the hero was always papa and the heroine Auntie May herself This time, from the look on her face, they felt that something a bit different was coming.
 ITS it about you and papa, when you were a baby and papa a boy?'
 No, this time Uncle Ned was the baby and l was pretty big girl, quite as big as Joey, and ten years old at that. Now get settled comfortably and I'll begin. Are you fixed? Well. then, it was up on St Alban Bay, where we had camped for the summer. You see, Ned was only four and very delicate, and good old Dr. Castle said that we sunshine possible A friend of papa s, Mn. Davis, had a beautiful little sail boat in tho bay, and almost every day we children were taken flying across the water 10 Dr. Gales cottage, where Aunt Helen was staying. We had q skiff of our own, but it seemed very tame affair after we had grown used to cutting the waves with this white winged salboat, and it seemed to me was never so happy Us when Mir. Davis taught me to sail it. l was stronger than many a boy of my age, and could climb trees and jump fences with the best of them, still never had been all lowed to go of alone with the saiIboat. nor had cared much, when Mir. Davis was always willing to go with us.
 One lovely August morning this friend had gone walking with papa and mamma, back through the woods toward Fairfield. Tom was off with the skin, duck-hunting, and only nurse, baby Ned and l were at camp. Down at the dock the little sailboat was gently rocking and it seemed all most more than l could bear not to be out in it, splashing through tho waves. It grew very warm by eleven o'clock and Ned fretted dreadfully. Finally could stand it no longer Nurse, said, baby needs the breeze. Hes too hot, that's all and l want you to come with him and let me tako you across to Dr Gales. Well, to the island then? for nurse was shaking her head but she only kept on shaking it till 1 grew so angry nearly c ried. Such strong, beautiful breeze, and going quite to waste,
 Your mammal never let you in tho world. nurse said, and in my heart l knew so too, but l only snapped: Well, mamma doesn't know how hot baby is and how he needs itn At that nurse only laughed and went into the little kitchen tent to see to something she was fixing for babys lunch.
 Il felt very sure that what he needed more than any Of her messes' was a good cool dash across to the island. Ned, want sail9 asked Ned didn't look very sure but suddenly l caught his little hand and hurried down the bank with him to the dock. In another minute l had loosed the loc<, and we were fairly flying before the jolliest breeze imaginable. It was very grand as we plunged over the tiny white-cap- ped waves, and yet for some reason couldn' 't enjoy it bit, and kept think ing how startled and frightened man. ma would be to know that 1 had dared sail alone with baby away out into the bay. Half way across l began to mo- tice that we were not going so fast, and in another ten minutes the breeze died down, and instead of heading for the island of Dr. Gales cottage, we rocked about aimlessly out in the hot sunshine.
 Ned began to cry very soon. Me 'ant to do home he said over and over. l almost cried myself for how could | get him home without any breeze to fill the little sail? If only l had oars, , thought, and then l remembered that there had been oars and that in play ing about the dock earlier in the morn ing had left them high and dry on the bank. So just sat down in despair to wait for breeze, or for somebody to come and get us. I knew that nurse in her fright would try to find mamma. and l felt sure that some one would row out for us. But the skiff. Tom had gone off in it and there wasn't an other one near the camp. Oh, dear! If only had listened to nurse or to conscience. and hadn't tried to come! That verse heard you children learn ing Sunday, kept running through my hot little head Fools, because Of their transgressions and because of their iniquities are afflicted.
 "'Oh, l was the worst fool, the worstn I cried, but l didn't know yet just how heavy my affiiction would be, for while the hot sun poured down from above and the hot glare came up from below. baby Ned grew paler and paler, and then suddenly stopped cry ing and lay back like some little wilted flower in the bottom of the boat. was perfectly wild with fright and grief Taking off my big sun-hat shielded his face with it as best could ; then, slipping along the boom to the stern of the boat, l sat on the very edge and held on with both hands while I began the slow and painful perform ance of sculling home with my feet.
 Joey, hope you never in your life have had any thing to do as hard as that was. The sun beat down on my bare head till felt sure the hair must havo sizzled all off the top. and my poor little legs ached till it brought the