Year: 1860

inc. so he turned and marched with hrm
step to his chamber, and crawled into his
cold bed shivering, but with a consciousness
in his heart that he had done no wrong


He did not 60 to sleep, but lay thinking
how strange it was that his father had en-
couraged his oldest brother to go over to
India as a Missionary, to stay all his lie
among heathen, to save them from burn
ing Hell, and yet would not let him even
try to make Frank Wilmot, who had no
father or mother to tell him how to do,
better boy. He loved Frank because he
was so pleasant and quick, and seemed to
be always helping somebody; and he hated
to see him, halftipsy, singing and turning
somersets on the streets, when he knew
there was not boy about that could learn
lesson as quick as he. He would prOba-
bly, never have thought about all this but
for his mother.


She had given him poor waste spot Oh
ground in the garden, few years before
where nothing had ever grown but poison
GUS rank weeds, and he had ditched and
spaded it and in due time made it bear an
abundant crop of tomatoes which he sold
for a high price, as they were very early
in the spring, and as he was rejoicing over
his money, his mother said, Give fifty
cents Thomas, to the Missionaries; the soul
of the poor heathcn child is like your spot
Of swampy ground, all poison weeds OF
wickedness and idolatry, till it gets the
light and learns the love of Jesus, who
died for truthsake, then it bears all beau
tiful things.


80 with these bad little boys at home,
for boys you can do them good by Persua-
ding them to study books at night instead
of going round the streets making a noise
and getting into mischief; you have schools
D and books and good father and kind moth
er to give you instruction, while they have
none. and would do better if they could
So you must help them-do by them a


YOU would have them do by you."


lie lay thinking, thinking, thinking til


a late hour, and as he thought of ali hi


mothers kind words and acts to him, b


thought of the poor boy, who had no moth


er. and the great white tears rolled dow


his cheeks and wet his pillow. Perhap


had he been up and on the play ground h


would have been ashamed to cry, as grea


many other men and boys are; but alOn


with no eve to see but Gods he let tn
= tears flow free, and fell asleep with tn


good resolution in his heart, that if hi


mother would not think it wrong he woul
still try to save Frank WilmOt from tn


tavern and the bad men that met there eN


cry night to smoke and play, and te


strange tales and talk politics


Good resolves, make sound sleep, an


Thomas rose in the morning refreshed an
= ready for his work; lis first thought in th
II II morning, as his last of the evening befor
Il had been, was of Frank Wilmot. HO'


can he ever learn to be good, he said
himself as he brushed his hair before hi
IL mirror, if no one ever teaches him how


be? Would my father and mother, if the
y were dead and in heaven, and l alone /
: the world, want all good people to tell thei


sons and daughters not to 60 with me
'e have anything to do with me? l wonde
if parents think of their children, in heaV


en-.


'e Thus thinking he bounded away to hi


first job in the morning which was to bull
I'll his fathers Office fire.


y, At a corner, by which he must pass, lily
ed Mr. Rand, and as he went by the sta


bic he heard blows and some one speakin


angrily. He knew it was Mr.. Rand whil
, ping Frank. Thomas was about fourtee
!, wears old-old enough to know that heV
- ever much sympathy he might feel for h
- friend, he must not express it there, S


hurried by with full burning heart, II
:. solved still more than ever to try to d
od him good.


-. His fire was soon built, and as he pas!
:. cd the corner on his return, Frank va
IN there milking his COW, and weeping bite
:. ly. Thomas could not pass him by in S
"A lence.


What's tie matter, Frank" said b
- stopping near him and speaking IL a 10


tender voice.


! The old Boss has been whaling N
: like 1 was dog" replied the boy.


"What for?''


is "Just because was out last night, an
on the old woman turned me out, or just ;
he good. She said shouldn't build any mol
i'm fire, and L want goin' to set there in Il
nd dark and freeze, you may bet your life {
" that, and this morning when | said so 81
Y said it was lie, and the old bear prct
to nigh killed me. I'll go again, darned
ht l won't, and h; may kill me if he wan


too; the old heather thinks because l hahn
- no mother or father or any body to tai
;. my part, he can wollOp me to death. +
;, +, Just hates me, and every body hates m
n they do"


no Just then the COW Frank was milkin:
?" stepped aside, and the poor grieved DO


true to the practical teaching of his maste


gave vent to the cruel spirit begotten