The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1893-11-25

her spectacles and beheld two cheru-
BIN. Goodness began to shine out
through The skins of those boys They
grew better and better all the fore
noon. When she mentioned an errand
they fell over each other in their efforts
to do it. She sent Phil for pail Of
water and Bobby went out and took
it away from him, in order to have
the credit of the task. They brought
in wood enough to last through three
winters. In short, if merit could win
plasters they both deserved to be
! covered from head to foot.
! It strikes me that this competition
was a first rate working model of cleo
ton and free will. The rivalry was
very interesting while it lasted, but
Bobby was bound to get the plaster.
The only difference is that they didn't
both feel sure of it, Indeed, there Was
4 one stage Of the proceedings when
Bobby would have sold his chances
at very low figure. This was at
supper-time. The Rev. Mr.. Kimmerly
(related to the admiraD was guest
Something of that kind always hap
pens when q, boy is trying to be good
Bobby's virtue was wrecked on the
old, fatal shoal the last piece of cake
+ in the plate. 1t was an aggravated
case The piece of cake sat on the
plate and beckoned to Bobby 1t
/
talk But he thought of the mustard
plaster and would not yield. Presently
Satan suggested a compromise. That
i is the way the old serpent catches us
in great things or small. Pass the
plate around" whispered the Accuser
of the Brethren. IF nobody else takes
that piece of cake you can have it.
Both of the boys had been assisting
in waiting on the table They were
working hard for that mustard plaster.
So Bobby seized the plate with the
single piece of cake upon it and made
the circuit. Every adult member OF
the party refused. Only Phil remained.
Bobby hesitated, but he couldn't risk
the plaster.
Brother Phil" said he in an affec-
Tomato tone, but with a look which
meant "if you dare to touch it I'll lick
you tomorrow Brother Phil, will
you have a piece of cal1e2''
Don't care if 1 do,'' said Phil, and
he grabbed it.
That was where the mustard plaster
ceased to draw. Bobby raised the plate
as high as he could reach and waved
it in the air.
You darned old hogr he exclaimed.
and brought the plate down with a
lcrash on the floor. Then he ran out
of the room.
At o'clock the boys were put to
bed. Mrs. Dryenforth then compounded
the plaster. Phil watched her with q
smile of conscious rectitude; Bobby
through a mist of penitential tears.
Bobby said their mother, you
have been a naughty boy. You have
broken a plate, and you have sworr
i, in the presence of the minister"
Bobby groaned and Phil chuckled.
'But Phil" continued the just judge
''has been even worse. He knew yov
| wanted that piece of cake, and ht
should have left it for you He tempt
ed you to do what you did, and he was
really to blame. The mustard plaster
goes to Bobby
: Phil gasped and Bobby nearly jumped
out of bed.
.'This will feel little chilly at first,
, said the mother, as she put the plastel
t on Bobby's chest, and tied it secured!
with the knots where he couldn't reach
them; ''but it will get over that"
, The vast and burning truth conceal
l ed in those last words was lost upol
1 Bobby, for he knew nothing about mus
t tard plasters-
= He lay back upon his pillow ant
D sighed with the satisfaction which
t comes to all of us in this world whel
D we get what we have worked for AM
still fondly imagine that it is good.
: Phil tried to pretend that he wa
n asleep, in order to conceal his envy
:, But at last curiosity got the better O
: him.
e rs it very chilly now. Bob?" h
Y whispered.
No said Bobby. its got over thai
t Mother said it would"
a Another considerable interval of 81
5 'e. Mother said Bobby, 4 should b
willing that Phil should have a part G
e the plaster [ feel mean about keepin
a it all.''
g PHI looked up hopefully. but Mr.,
lDryenforth said: mo; you've won
e fairly. Bobby. and you shall have
It .iBut, mother, I've had it long tim
L now. Suppose let Phil take it for
: little while-say couple of hours c
SOP"
# NO, that wouldn't be fair Go
I, sleep, boys. Perhaps some other tim
q I'll make a plaster for Phil
Cant you make one for him rigt
/ now?' asked Bobby. There's plent
Of mustard
But the mother did not reply. Sh
sat sewing by the shaded lamp an
irving not to laugh. Phil, meanwhile
began to forgive him for being the be
Mother" said Bobby, Il don't b'
lie lieve you know everything I've dor
to today Perhaps l haven't been &
e, good boy as you think have"
49, Never mind about it now. Tell n
= tomorrow"
T. But Bobby wouldn't be silenced. +
E. confessed two or three minor sins, bl
re they produced no effect. Then he II
ct vented a frightful crime of which
+ had been entirely innocent It didn
- work.
re Il say, Bobby" whispered Phi
L what's come over you? Don't yo
le feel well?''
NJ My conscience is troubling me
- said Bobby, shifting around in bed al
~ trying to get the plaster to a co
Oh spot
E. you amt going to die, are you
I'd Phil whispered anxiously, for his idt
of such virtue as his brother was the
40 exhibiting was inseparably connects
ar with death-bed scenes in Sunds
IN school books.
d. 81 dunno" said Bobby, and
v didn't. The plaster seemed to be bur
80 ing his yitals.
Vi 'If you feel real bad about it, pc
=, haps you could let me have the plast
IN without mothers knowing it."
=. Il can't unite the strings"
Ne Turn around here, and I'll uni
'll EN- said the wicked Phil.
oy No sooner said than done. TIL
rs Bobby adjusted the plaster in t
rs manner which experience had taug
slr him was the most grievous to
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