The Washington herald., 1914-02-01
BY JULIA CHANDLER MANI.

By JULIA CHANDLER MANI.
The-Sunshine-Lady waited until the
days work was done and she was sure
of finding the Governor alone She lei
herself SO quietly into his study that he
was unaware of her presence until she
elid down on a footstool by the side OF
his chair and slipped her hand in his, for,
you see The-Sunshine-Lady is also the
Governors Lady, and the only member
of his household privileged to disturb the
one hour he has set aside for years for
Quiet self-communion-that twilight time
which interiocks the radiance OF the day
with the mysteries OF the night
The open fire was another relic Of his
boyhood days in a mountain home to
which the Governor clung. The leaping
Names as they roared up the chimney
seemed always to brush the cobwebs of
fret from his day when the twilight shad-
ows began to wrap the world, but when
he felt the comforting touch of the hand
of The-Sunshine-Lady he was flooded
by a sense of gladness, for neither twi-
light nor open fire had contained the
magic peace for which he sought to-
night.
For when The-Sunshine-Lady pried his
fingers away from the afternoon paper
which he had crushed against his chair,
and smoothed out the crumpled page she
saw at once the lurid headlines which ac-
cused the Governor OF tempering mercy
with Justice instead of the other way
around, and knew at once that 1t was
public criticism of his wonderful tender
ness toward those who err that was
troubling the heart of the man she was
companioning through life, but the
knowledge in no way deferred her from
pursuing the purpose of her visit to his
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his complete attention.
Came to Tell Him . Story.
ct have come to tell you a story" she
told the Governor, as she crumpled the
newspaper into a ball and flung it into
the flames.
IF it has nothing to do with pris-
oners'' he told her. with a smile that
said that he was mighty tired of being
Governor: mighty tired of having the
world question the motives for his every
act of clemency; mighty tired of being
designated ''the soft-hearted governor. :"
and many more things besides, and so
The-Sunshine-Lady patted the hand
Which held hers gently and returned his
smile with a fash of radiance.
When he was twelve years old. a
certain little country boy wanted to earn
some money for himself, for he had
splendid plans for the years that were
yet to be, and the wonderful account to
which he should turn them, and he knew
that, first of ALL he must have educa-
tionaI equipment; so. after bit, he per-
suaded his mother to give him a dozen
OF her hundreds of chickens and to allow
him to build a little chicken house all OF
his own, and to inclose a space sufficient
for his poultry. Through many weeks
he worked out of school hours until
dark, and was up again at break of day.
and, because of his determination and
energy, when the summer came it found
his undertaking very prosperous indeed.
His chickens were grown and 50, when
his mothers coops of friers went to the
nearby city the boy watched the train
which also carried the result of his own
months of labor away with that feeling
of satisfaction which comes after work
well done.
Beginning of His Ruin.
I'm a few days a check came to the
boys mother, and when she handed him
- cents as his share he thought she was
playing rather a cruel joke, but she soon
made it clear enough that she did not in
tend that he should have one penny
more.
but earned it, cried out the in
dignant voice of the little lad. Six dozen
sf the chickens were mine
mother. so you see what's yours is
mine, too
And she laughed.
Perhaps suggested The-Sunshine-
Lady to the Governor. you can see him
standing before her; his face turned up
TO search her own; blind fury lighting
his dark eyes; hatred and hurt drawing
his young lips into a straight line, and
the mother too well satisfied with her
cruel jest about her ownership of all
that belonged to him to see"
Yes" said the Governor in a tone Of
deep resentment; yes. l can see him.
Go on
well" continued The-Sunshine-Lady,
'the lad stole away to the barn, where,
in an empty hay-loft, he had made him.
self sort of den crowded with books
he loved, and a million and one boyish
possessions, and when he had spent his
passion there in tears, he walked with
great deliberation to the scene OF his
many months of happy labor and bright
est hopes, and the same hands that con-
structed the crude little chicken house,
and wired in the runway. tore it all
down, and let his faithful hens out into
the general yard, where they mingled
with those of his mother
And them" asked the Governor, sure
that The-sunshine-Lady had not opened
this page in boys ife without pur-
pose.
For reply she walked over to the Gov
ernor's bookshelves, and when she had
found Luther Burbanks 'The Training OF
the Human Plant she marked a pas
sage and handed the little volume to the
man.
BE dishonest with a child-whether IT
Is your child or some other persons
child-dishonest in thought, or look, or
deed-and you have started a CRATER.
Grating, or stealing-for that is the bet
ter word-will never be taken up by a
man whose formative years have been
spent in an atmosphere of absolute hon.
esty," read the Governor.
The Harvest Reaped.
"It was twenty years after his mother
stole his chicken money that the boy
was convicted of larceny. He is prisoner
sA"
The Governor put a pine knot on the
open fire and watched the flames lap It
hungrily for many minutes before he
turned to his wife whom his own States
prisoners had christened "The-Sunshine-
Lady"
How did you find it out?" he asked
her.
Little by little" answered The-Sun-
ehine-Lady. 1T was very hard. No. 446
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