Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1899-05-08

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papa. I want to tell you something"
Mr.. Grey and his boy were great
friends, and he fastened gladly to
! have a word with the child who too
often was asleep when he returned
from business.
sWen, my boy" he said, as he
stopped to kiss the little face lifted to
meet his own, chow has the world
gone to- day? Have you been good
boy?'
"Papa," said Harold with serious
earnestness, 'sI've found out the way
to be good, and want to tell you; it's
to always do as you'd want your little
boy to do. I've been trying it. Maybe
you've noticed that have been more
than careful to shut the door without
slamming lately" Harold liked to
talk maturely when holding contiden-
tial converse with his father.
perhaps have not noticed that,
but remember that I have not had
to correct you so often"
"Well, that's the reason. Thought
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my little boy to slam the doors and
make nv head ache. And I've brought
your slippers every night before I
went to bed, but you did not know
that. And I've tried to mind mamma
cause I know that's what I'd want
my little boy to do. It's been so easy
to know what to do since began this
way. and I remembered hearing you
say that it was hard for you to know
what to do sometimes, so thought it
would help you to know this way,
too"
Mr.. Grey was greatly amused, but
kissed the child good night very ten
derby, and went down stairs thinking
what queer little chap he was. But
somehow he could not Danish from his
mind the tender eagerness of his SON
to help father to understand this new,
easy way to be good; and as the re-
membrance of some of his youthful
follies flashed across his mind he wish
ed he had known the way sooner.
The next morning, however, he had
forgotten the talk and the newrule OF
conduct until, as he was about leaving
home, he put his hand into his pocket
to take out his morning cigar. just
at this moment Harold came running
out on the porch to wave his
hand in farewell and to call out
cheerily, "You won't forget, papa;
you'll try the new way to-day"
The cigar remained untouched, for
| he we'll knew he wouldn't want his lit
| tie boy to smoke. AS he passed down
the street he was greeted heartily by
an old friend.
"Hello, Grey; how are you? Haven't
seen you for a month of Sundays.
Come in and take drink for the sake
of auld lang syne."
s'Thank you," responded Grey, pre-
pairing to accept the invitation, but
| the memory of Harold's sweet face
| rose before him and the thought 81
wouldn't want my little boy to drink"
| checked the words of acceptance. His
first impulse then was to excuse him
self through subterfuge, and again the
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brave" came to help him to say
frankly, s'Thank you, Hartley, but as
business men we can't afford to go
to work with alcohol poisoned nerves.
Give me your real self for few min
utes instead of offering me the devil
that steals away mems brains"
"You're right, Grey. I wish I had
stamina to refuse to drink. I'd be far
better off, and my children, too"
During the day the cares of business
drove the thought Of Harold's new
way from his fathers mind, but late
i'll the afternoon came to him terri
BILE temptation. By few strokes of
his pen he could secure thousands of
dollars for himself and no one be any
| the wiser. He needed the money.
Not for selfish aims, oh, no, but for
his family; to obtain comforts for the
dear wife; to educate his boy, his
beautiful, noble boy, and then came
flashing through his mind the thought:
81 wouldn't want my boy to do this,
not even to secure the greatest ma
terial advantage the world could Of
fer.' He dropped the pen, the tenn
tation vanished, and the cold sweat
beading his forehead at the narrow
ness of his escape from crime, he
thanked God for Harold's new way.
Again that night the little eager
ears were listening and the sweet
voice called, "papa," as soon as he
opened the door.
"Did you try it to-day?" he asked
eagerly.