The Hocking sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1871-1906, 1905-10-12
FROM sILeNr LIPs.

0irl's Conduct After He Was Gone.
When the children went to live a.
grandfather's, while their father and
mother were abroad, they blew through
the house like gust Of wind. Doors
slammed from morning until night In
spite Of all Aunt Jean could do. Dear
old grandfather, almost wholly deaf
sat back in his corner and watched
tho frollcking with gentle eyes; but
when the voices grew sharp, as they
sometimes did, he WINGED, and when
the doors banged he groaned softly.
One day he called thirtecn-year-old
Betty to him.
"My dear" he said, did you ever
know that as nm old persons ears
grow deaf they sometimes grow very
sensitive to noise? DO you know that
1t makes pain through my head when
you talk loud or slam that door?"
II should say l didn't know it, you
dear grandpa!" cried impulsive Betty,
perching on the arm Of his chair and
kissing his cheek as she spoke.
II was sure you didn't, child" he
went on, "but that isn't all. Some
times, when we don't hear so much,
we see more. I've been watching you
since you came, Betty, and want to
ask you to do me little favor.
want you to form the habit, as you go
from one thing to another through
the day, Of asking yourself, How will
this affect othersT'
Betty had begun to fidgSt. Brother
Rob was beckoning from outside the
window, but grandfather still held her
hand.
II don't expect to stay here very
long, dear" he was saying "but after
I'm gone my silent lips may speak to
you better than can to-day, and you
may remember what say"
Now, grandpa, don't talk like that!
You're going to be here long time
yet! There's Rob. He wants me. I'll
be good, dear!" she added, in the tone
of one who humors child, aud off
she went.
But the very next morning, as Betty
was starting for an all-day picnic, and
mlschievous Rob had hidden her lunch
basket, there was loud alteration
that made grandfather put his hands
to his head and groan.
Grandfather is frying to speak to
you, Betty" said Aunt Jean.
Eyes, I beard him, but / can't help
how it does affect others this time. It's
all Rob's fault. Give me my basket,
sir! You're making me late. There,
you'd better!'
Selling the basket, Betty rushed out
Of the house and down the steps, while |
the door slammed sharply behind her. |
When she came back, late that after
noon, there was strange hush
the house. The other chill
lren drew her in, close to grandfathers
empty chair, and told her in awed
whispers how he had fallen asleep
there a few hours before, never to
wake again. The frightened girl lis.
tened, but not sound passed her lips
until Aunt Jean came, and, putting
both arms round her, led her to the
bed where grandfather was lying,
and still. Then Betty dropped
'n her knees and sobbed.
A month later the absent parents
we're at home again, and they both
narveled at the change in thoughtless
'etty; but after u day or two the moth
'r went to the father with tears in
Ter eyes.
Betty has told me something beau.
iful," she said. "Thc reason she is
% sweet and thoughtful is because
whenever she is tempted to do any
hing selfish she imagines she hears
Ter grandfather's voice saying to her,
Betty, how will this affect othersT"
Youths Companion.