Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1890-08-07

| A great wall went up. that no scolding
and no threats could stop. Good-Times
Freddy had heart, after all. Ihac
night he couldn't eat his supper.
Something swelled in his throat tna'
kept him from swallowing. ffe''y
soon after that, dimple-cheeked young
aunty came to stay with the chlldreh'
Fred began to love her the moment sne
stepped into the house.
| what made mamma sick? ne askeo'
wistfulIy, the day she came, leaning on
| her shoulder with her soft, round arm
clasped about him.
Il think your good times helped to
make her sick" said gentle Aunt Grace.
| And now all those good times have
| changed into one big bad time-the very
| saddest and sor-owfulest kind OF
| time"
| DO good times always make bad
timeso" asked the fearful little boy.
Not always. But your good times my
| boy. were like seeds that make ugly,
| prickly, singing things-and that's be-
cause they were selfish good times,
| which really are no good times at all.
II see," said Fred, who was very
bright boy: I've been plantin' thlstles
an nettles an burs, an now they're
| sticlin into me-.
But suppose we begin planting some
of the right kind of Seed" said Aunt
Grace. smiling; 1.-The kind that comes up
| in genuine good times
Fred was curious to have Aunt Grace
| tell him about the wonderful seed But
she said they had talked long enough.
There was work to do, and Patty and
| Matty and Toddlekins must be attended
| to.
sTll tell them that story about the
mouse mother and the baby mice, said
Fred THE poor things really don't
have any good times
There's hope for little Good-Times
Fred" said Aunt Grace to herself. HE
has really begun to think about making
good times for other folks"
Quite patiently Fred went over and
over with the story, till the little folks
had had enough. At the end they
threw three pairs of fat arms around his
neck, and printed dozen baby kisses
upon his round red cheeks. His face
sparkled with pleasure as he went to
give an account of himself to Aunt
Grace.
You needn't tell me about it. Fred"
she said Il see it all in your face.
You have made a good time for the
babies. and the good time has stretched
out so that there is enough for YOU 1t
is a kind of miracle"
''I'd like to make another good time
for some body"
go help Mrs. Toothacre. She is
making supper, and the fire is giving
her a very bad time
Fred ran out with an offer to help.
DRY wood | want, if there's to be any
supper tonight" said the slim, prim
housekeeper.
The wood-box was filled, which so
pleased and cheered Mrs. Toothacre
that she baked Fred special little
cake, and covered it with red and white
candies.
And so the true good times began.
They grew and grew, and reached even
to mamma in her sick-room 1t was
about this time that she began to get
better, and one day, long month later,
the Roman-nosed doctor said she might
go home to her children.
Il have been planting good-times
seed" said Fred, as he nestled close to
her side on the night of her return.
Mamma was completely mystified.
''What?" asked she.
"Good-times seed. OF course, you
don't understand: but just wait few
days, and you will see. Mrs M. +.
Butts, in S. S. Times.