Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1892-03-31
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WHAT SARA MEANT TO BE.
The Little Girls Intentions Were Good.
But She Choose a Bad Time.

VITA 0AhA MEAN ~ BE-
The Little Girls Intentions Were Good,
But She Choose a Bad Time.
The fall sunshine sifted through the
leaves of naples and elms, in Uncle
Toms big back yard, and picked out
several curly heads it found there to
shine on. There had been visitation
going on at Uncle Toms, what he called
"a gathering of the clan;" that is all
the brothers and sisters, and a sample
of all their families, had meet at Ar
rowwood for a weeks talk about old
times.
The party was going to break up to-
morrow, and even the small fry felt a
wee bit sober about it. and INDUCED in
some very grown-up talk, out under the
naples and elms
What are you goin to be, Tom Tin
ker, when you grow up?"
Tom Tinker was Uncle Toms boy.
and he had to be called something else
besides Tom to show which Tom you
meant.
"a grand master at the lodge" re-
piled Tom, promptly He had recently
seen an odd fellows" show. This
seemed to the little company such
bold ambition that it checked magma
ton for awhile
FPS goin to keep store" spo'-a up
Ben Miley, Aunt Jenny's seventI
A great boy he was, too, sturdy of
and strong of will. "They store men
mus have lots of candy mustn't they?"
OF course, Ben was laughed at, but,
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enjoyed the jokes on himself.
And so the little company divided
out, preachers and circus-riders getting
the largest following. Nobody had
asked the girls what they meant to be,
nd the pretty little white-frocked girls
emed to be listening in silence, with
,5jection, according to st. Paul's pat
-- IN for them, when suddenly the quiet
st of the lot piped up loud and clear.
I'm going to be a hero" said Sara
Finney. Sara was a pale, plain child,
with white hair and white eyebrows.
and a belong" look. II don't
know how Jenny ever came to have
such an ugly little kid" said one
brother to the other; ''she looks as if
she was washed out.
but she amt" said Uncle Tom,
shrewdly; she's washed in. She's got
more sand in her craw than anyone of
the grandchildren"
This was Sara, who was going to be
hero
Then all the children laughed again.
Laughing at Ben made it easier to
laugh again.
You mean a heroine!" shouted Tom
Tinker, doubling up and starting off
afresh. :
No, don't! " said Sara, angrily-
wherever she had found her hero there
had been no heroine alongside. I'm
going to be hero!
Poor Sara! Her heroism did not take
the form of indifference to being made
fun of. She went off in huff, with
two bright red spots on her pale little
checks.
Where's Sara?" asked Aunt Jenny
at supper time" bread-and- butter
roll-call." as Uncle Tom dubbed it.
Why, they had forgotten all about
Sara! Where was she, sure enough?
Nobody knew, and nobody seemed
able to find out. Aunt Jen-
ny's cheeks got as pale as
Sara's; and though Uncle Tom blus-
tered, and called the missing child his
little rapscallion. and more names like
that we all knew, by the time the bit
of a silver moon shone low on the hori-
zon, that he was as unhappy as any
body.
What made her go off, you whop-
ping nuisances?" he asked the rest
Then came the story of Saras want
ing to be a hero, and half of us laughed,
while the other half cried
OF course, she was found, or she
wouldn't have led the Westover high
school in all her classes last year. But
where, do you think? She had found
a negro girl, about twice her own size,
crying in a field, and had Undertaken
the case. "Cassv" had come from
neighboring village with company of
berry pickers, who had trooped back,
forgetting her; and now Classy was ter
rifed at being alone, at sundown, on a
big, strange farm.
1t wasn't with any idea of being a
hero, but just because she was always
brave, kind, enterprising little girl
that Sara at once undertook the part Of
Good Samaritan. And maybe you
won't believe it, but she actually led
Classy the three miles to Trexam, and
walked back alone.
Now, Sara, said Uncle Tom solemn
", after she had been kissed and cried
over, you keep right on being a hero
It's the kind of life to lead; but, child
pick broad daylight for it next time"
Elizabeth P Allen, in S. S. Times.
When you find yourself in danger
of back-sliding sit down and try to
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