The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1889-11-20
THINK BEFORE scoLplNc-
no" One Neither Was Cured OF SPEAKING
Without Deliberation

no" One Neither Was Cured OF Speakin~
Without Deliberation.
Count ten, Tatty, count ten, These
words came 20 my mind the other even.
ing' but they were just too late to be of
service. l knew quite we'll at the mo-
ment that had spoken too hastily. and
that in all probability had been unjust.
while If had followed the rule given TO
Iattyooram," and always counted ten
before speaking when l felt irritated.
poor little BERTHE would have been saved
a heartache, which l can never recall
without pang.
1 mad returned mentally and physi-
calIy tired from hard days shopping
In the city. The tedious waiting at the
Terry, and the over-heated and over
crowded cars had left me with a nervous
headache, a trouble which seldom plead
guilty to. and to which l was trying not
to succumb
BERTHE met me at the door with the
cleanest OF faces, with his bright curls
so smoothly brushed, and with such an
unusually subdued manner that but for
my aching head l would have suspected
mischief. There was none of the usual
curiosity regarding my packages. but
such a gentlenesS of 6emeanor that
stroked his sunnyc urls, and asked, How
is mammals little Lord Fauntleroy?''
please come in the parlor. l have
something to show you," said BERTHE,
and following him there, 1 saw my
favorite lamp-shade, the costly gift of a
friend, in fragments. What naughty,
careless little boy" l began, and with
out trusting myself to say another word
l returned to the dining-room. A few
moments later my husband. all uncon-
sclous of the tragedy, entered, made
much of BERTHE. asked him if he had been
lonely, and if he was glad we were
again at home. l saw the little chin
culver under his papa's caresSes, and l
began to appreciate something of how
the little heart must be aching at the
prospects of disclosure which he sup
posed would follow. Waiting until he
had finished his supper and gone into
the sittingroom, l related the catas-
trophe. Without word, my husband,
in the brightest and cheeriest of voices,
called BERTHE to him. and taking him en-
his knee, praised him for having at once
and unasked told the truth about the
accident, and in his gentle way drew
from the broken-hearted child the
story of ''how he wanted to help
Bridget by beating the dust out
of the parlor furniture. and of how
he had ''axidently" hit the shade
x,-i{h no L
father let him relinquish his seat until
smiles had chased away the grief from
his poor little face. Had lost my little
boy that night, before l had had time to
assure him of my full forgiveness, and
to make him feel in some way that it
was the headache and not mamma that
had spoken, should never have for
given myself. Bridget told me the next
day, that after the accident he sat With
folded hands, unable to play, or followed
her from room TO room to ask her if she
was quite sure that the four dollars
from his bank would be enough to pay
for it. Il was that sorry for him,
men," said the kind-hearted girl that
l could have cried''
have had my lesson, and I think I
shall never again allow myself to speak
even the slightest word of reproof until
have taken time to think. A wise
man when asked his secret of educating
his children, replied: 81 have always
found it desirable to be little deaf, a
little dumb and little blind" If you
are given to hasty speeches, it is well to
be a great deal dumb. "-Palmstto, in
Rural New Yorker.