The Wahpeton times., 1891-04-16
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THE YOUNG WILL FIND SOME
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THEM. 35ts 4 Il :
Joe's First Temptation--A Little
Thlef--HoW a Little Beetle Got
Something to Eat--A Geological
Game. XIX
Joe's First Temptation.

you?" asked Joe White one day. "
guess I can sell fish," +
"Can you give good weight to my
customers and take good care of my
pennies?
eyes, sir, answered Joe; and forth
! with he took his place in the market
weighed the fish and kept the room il
order.
"a whole day for fun, fireworks ane
crackers tomorrow" exclaimed Joe
as he buttoned his white apron about
him the day before the Fourth of July
A great trout was flung down on th'
counter.
Here's a royal trout, Joe. caught
it myself. You may have it for tel
cents. Just hand over the money
for I'm in a hurry to buy my fire
crackers" said Ned Long, oneof Joe's
mates. .-
The deacon was out, but Joe had
made purchases before, SO the dime
was spun across to Ned, who was of
like a. shot. Just then Mrs. Martin
appeared. II want a nice trout fol
dinner tomorrow. This one will do
how much is it?"
ga quarter, ma'am," and the fish
was transferred to the lady's basket
and the silver piece to the money
drawer.
But here Joe paused. "Ten cents
was very cheap for that fish. If tel
the deacon it cost fifteen he'll be
satisfied, and / shall have five cents
to invest in fire-crackers."
The deacon was pleased with Joe's
bargain, and when the market was
closed each went his way for the night
But the nickle in Joe's pocket burned
like @ coal; hecould eat no supper and
was cross and unhappy. At last he
could stand it no longer; but walked
rapidly; tapped at the door of Deacon
Jones cottage.
A stand was drawn out, and before
the open Bible sat the old man. Joe'e
heart almost failed him, but he told
his story, and with tears of sorrow
laid the coin in the deacon's hand
Turning over the leaves of the Bible
the old man read: He that covereth
his sin shall not prosper; but whose
confesseth and forsaketh them shall
have mercy" "You have my forgive.
ness, Joe; now go home and confess to
the Lord, but remember you must
forsake as well as confess. And keep
this little coin as long as you live to
remind you OF this first temptation" :"
New York Mail.
Lincoln's Inauguration Car.
l wonder how many of our little
readers can guess the fate of the car in
which Lincoln rodefrom Springfield to
Washington to his Inauguration
way back in 1861? None, dare say,
for it has fallen from it's once high po.
sition to that of a sleeping or bunk
car for a Railroad Fence gang,''
which traverses the country in every
direction, building fences along the
various railroads. And you may be
sure that wherever they go and this
interesting fact is made known-and
the men are proud to tell it-this car
receives much attention.
So when this "gang" were building a
fence on road running into our town,
Belmond, Iowa, and their cars stood
switched on side track-this one car
that bore our beloved president to
Washington on that momentous oc-
caslon, was an object not only of Gu.
rious but loving attention.
The car, Of course, looks somewhat
antiquated, with it's small windows
outside shutters-and other equally
out-of-date belongings-more like an
emigrant car than the palace couches
that are now open to the common
people.
On the outside of this car is painted
the name of the fence company. In
side it has two double tiers of nice
spring hunks accommodating some
sixty men. Everything looked neat
and wholesome-and so did the Other
three, dining, cooking, and living-room
cars.
But couldn't feel quitereconciled tc
the fate of this car-which, at this
late day should, I think, possess
enough historic interest to be preserv
ed as q relic. Wouldn't it be very
proper to, have this car restored, i
possible, to it's original condition, anG
be on exhibition at the Worlds Fair;
How a Little Beetle Got Something
to Eat.
The one am speaking of is very
small, and it's name is Sitaris. There
is a kind of O bee which makes cells II
the ground. Now Mrs. Sitaris put
an egg just at the entrance of one o
these cells, and it was hatched one day
in October. When the little Sitaril
came out of it's egg, he had six stron,
legs. He did not use them at once
but took a long nap until April, sleep
ing all through the cold winter.
When the spring came, he began ts
stretch himself, and ran anxiousl,
around his little prison, looking fol
food. He must have been very hungr,
after such a long sleep.
Now the father-bees come out q
their cells before the mother.bees, ant
when little Sitaris saw a father-be'
coming out, he jumped on his bacl
and rode on it very safely till a moth
er-bee came, and then he jumped ol