Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1892-06-04
LAMB AND VULTURE.

The pure white moonlight shone
brightly in at the one small window of
the attic where little Carl Glenn had
slept every night since he came, a home.
sick, newly orphaned child, to live with
his fathers only sister, who, in accepting
the trust, had promised her brother that
his pretty, delicate boy should be lovingly
cared for.
The moonlight not being under Aunt
James control, Carl was not denied the
luxury of bath in its pure whiteness, as
he was denied all luxuries that it was in
her power to withhold from him.
"rll show you boy without any non-
sense in his bringing up" she was fond
of saying to her friends and neighbors
who ventured to suggest that little
more gentleness in dealing with the child
might be better for him, delicate as he
seemed.
Never a toy or plaything was seen
about the house; plenty Of them had
been sent with his other belongings, but
the trunk containing them had never
been unpacked it lay at the bottom of
n heap of old rubbish in an old out
building.
Much Of the time when he should have
been playing out of doors in the woods
and fields, he was made to sit up straight
and quiet in one of Aunt James hard
wooden chairs, with a lesson book open
before him.
He amt rich, he's got to work for a
living, and so he's got to get his edica-
ton as young as he can, so as to 60 to
work as soon as he's big enough. / tell
you, there's no time to lose in this world
if you want to be anybody and make
money"
In Jane Hardys opinion, one could
not be anybody unless one could make
money.
Carl's little sister lived with an uncle
who was her dead mothers brother, and
very near to the old farmhouse which
Jane Hardy owned.
She was only 10, and Carl was two
years younger, and often they looked at
each other from distance, longing to be
together and spend few of the bright
summer hours in childish occupations,
as they saw other brothers and sisters
doing.
Lena's home was more pleasant than
Carls. 1t was not the fault of the uncle
and aunt with whom she lived that she
was kept from her brother. But they
knew it would not do to SO against Aunt
James wishes in anything concerning
her charge of whom, in her way, she
was jealously proud.
"I'll show you a strong, healthy man
when he grows up. His father was spoil.
ing him fast as he could. It's we'll got
hold of him in time"
So she talked to friends and neighbors,
who looked at little Carl and doubtingly
shook their heads.
For it became plain to those who saw
the boy that he was wasting and pining
for the natural liberty and delights of
childhood. Pining in the very home of
flowers and brooks and trees and sweet
country breezes, for the happiness and
strength they would give him if he had
not been withheld from their enjoyment.
By some means Lena learned that Carl
had no play things, and her girls wit was
set at work to plan little pleasure for
him.
She knew that Aunt Jane went to bed
very early and that her room was stu
ated at a distance and far below Carl's
attic room; SO one night she went and
stood under the window where she had
seen his pale face, and threw pebbles
thick and fast until she attracted his at.
tention. Slowly the old window swung
open on its rusty hinges, and Carl looked
fearfully out.
The moon shone brightly-Lena had
chosen such night on purpose-and she
saw the look of wonder on her brothers
face.
Don't be afraid, Garlic; it is only me-
she said. II have come to let you play
with my little tin horse and cart, and to
visit you awhile. Aunty said I might il
l would be very still.
"Oh!" gasped poor Carl, Il thought il
was so funny that it hailed when the
moon was shining bright; but was sure