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Abounding Iniquity-Waning Piety..................474
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Day of Rain. (Poetry.) Annetta Darr.. ..473
Domestic Labor at a Premium. Gertrude Mason.397
“ Real sure, mamma. He said he
would be here by noon. NOW! Snow on the housetops, " What time is it now?" where it lies white
The little boy climbs upon a chair, snow in the streets, where it is soon and after studying for a moment the converted into a muddy slush; snow face of the clock, which ticks on its on the trees, on the fences, on the unpainted wooden shelf, says slowly: meadows, and flying in big, damp 5 Half-after 'leven; but I know he'll flakes in the chilly air; snow on the come.” hats and overcoats of hurrying pedes- She draws another long breath, like trians, and on the broad backs of the one who is wayworn and weary, and teamsters, who cower and shiver on stretches out a pitifully thin, white their high seats as they impatiently hand. urge on their steaming horses; snow He goes to her and puts his own lying white and untrodden in the nar- small hand into that
thin one. row lane, leading whither nobody wants " You will be seven years old toto go, on the wooden steps of a decayed morrow, Johnny." and perishing house, in a mean little “Yes, just seven, mamma.” room of which is a woman and a boy. “What do you think will become The boy is lame, and the woman is of you when I am dead?” dying.
• I don't know, mamma,” he "Johnny, my darling," she says clinging to her and beginning to weep. feebly, "is it snowing yet?”
“ You have been a great comfort to “Yes, dear mamma, as hard as ever me, my darling—a better son than it can."
your wicked mother has ever deserved. She draws a long, long sigh, then You are like your father, dear child,” says again :
she continues, softly stroking his fore* Johnny, my darling!”
head. “You never saw him—not even “Yes, dear mamma.
his picture. I gave it to your sister. “ Are you sure the minister said he Poor little Maggie! I wonder if she would come to-day?"
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He says nothing-only weeps, his child.” And she looks wistfully into head on her pillow.
his face with her large gray eyes. “You are too young to understand “I got your letter,” he says, “in it, Johnny; but you will know some which you intrusted him to my care. day I have done you wrong.
I am And, though at a loss to understand dying now, as I deserve to die, in why you have chosen me to be his poverty and disgrace, unknown and guardian, further than that I am uncared for by anybody in all the clergyman, nevertheless, I shall conworld. But I have repented of my sider the trust a sacred one.” sin, 0, long ago! and my punishment His hasty termination of the senhas been bitter, very bitter, my poor tence is apparently caused by a look child, but just. I want you to prom- of anxiety on her countenance. ise me, Johnny, that when
have "I have made arrangements for grown to be a man and know, as you taking him into my own family. He will know then, who your poor mother shall be cared for, even as my own was—and how sinful, but how peni- son, dear madam.” tent-0, how very, very sorry, my
" That is enough,” she answers, the darling, and how terrible her punish- anxiety disappearing from her face. ment was; I want you to promise that “I know he will be in good hands. you will forgive her, and try to think You will train him up to be a good kindly of her. Promise me, my child.” man. His father was a good man.” He is looking wonderingly into her “God helping me, I will,” says the
Ι face, but promises, and she adds in a minister, earnestly, fainter voice :
“ This is the package," she whispers, “You will never forget this, will you? taking one from under her pillow and Promise me you will never forget it.” placing it in his hand—“ the one I
He promises this also, and again spoke about in my letter — -" lays his head beside hers on the pillow. She seems desirous of speaking furDrawing his face to hers, she kisses ther. Her lips move, but no sound him, not once but many times, and comes from them. She puts out her holds him to her cheek almost con- hand again, and for the last time draws vulsively.
the little lame boy's face to hers. The “So like your father !" she murmurs clergyman kneels at her bedside, and at length, drawing back her head to
prays. look at him. “So like your father !"
husband.” Then, after a moment's silence : “ He It is a long, quivering breath ; but was a good man, a noble, kind, gener- on her still lips is a sweet, glad smile. ous man; and I-God forgive me!- as though it were a smile of greeting. killed him.” She lies with her eyes closed, and there is perfect stillness I thought then, however, only of its in the room save only the ticking of being a very sweet, glad smile. Lookthe clock.
ing back, and knowing what I now The sound of wheels is heard, and know, it seems a smile of greeting. a man drives up to the door. He “Ah! there are many things in life,
lights, and tying his horse to the the true significance of which we fail fence, gently knocks.
to see, except as we look back upon “He's come! mamma! He's come! | them through the lights and shadows I'm going to the door to let him in." of after years!
The minister takes her hand, kind- And is it not a pleasant thoughtly, and asks her how she is.
surely we may entertain it—that when “O I am so glad—so glad you have all of our existence here is something come! I was afraid I should die with past and finished, we shall be able, out seeing you.
You are very kind. from our stand-point on the Other Side, I want to talk with you about my to better comprehend its meaning?
AT THE PARSONAGE.
“ No; not as a general thing," he CHAPTER I.
replied, with a grave smile. My questions seemed to amuse him.
disappointed, and limped along by his I was just turned seven when the side in a state of considerable mental Rev. Elijah Trowbridge introduced me bewilderment. He ushered me into a to his family. It was a long time ago, room where was a tall, middle-aged yet I have a distinct recollection of the lady, getting supper. She kissed me occasion.
with genuine tenderness and hoped, in It was late in November, 1847, the a rather weak voice, that I was pretty day before Thanksgiving. The air was well. It afterwards dawned on my full of vapor, which seemed uncertain apprehension that this lady was whether to fall in rain or snow. It maiden sister of Mr. Trowbridge, and was a raw, chilly atmosphere, causing for the time being his housekeeper. the noses of such travelers as we met She wore, on the evening in question to exhibit an inflamed appearance, and and on all state occasions, as I afterto require frequent applications of a wards learned, a stiff black silk, which pocket-handkerchief. Our ride was a rustled like a husk mattress, or a small long, dismal and, for the most part, a corn-field stirred by a gentle breeze. perfectly silent one. Mr. Trowbridge I was next introduced to my new was wrapped in his own reflections, and brother. “Elisha,” said his father, I was too deeply affected by the events “ this is the little boy I told you about, of the past few days, and the novelty whose mother died the other day. of my present condition, to volunteer Come and get acquainted with him.” any remarks. So I snugged up to his But Elisha only favored me with a side as closely as I dared, and peeped prolonged stare, until, as I was turning out over the buffalo robe, in curious away, he startled me by saying, in a expectancy, at every
house we ap- terrific voice, " How are ye?'' proached. I had been told that I was I informed him that I was pretty to live in a parsonage, and my imagina- well, and he maintained an unbroken tion ran riot in its endeavors to picture silence until supper time. the edifice so named. I thought a The long ride had given me a famous parsonage must be some very remark- appetite; and being unused to the cerable place, indeed; something like a emony of grace before meat, I seized church, perhaps; and, O, delightful the mug of milk, which stood by my thought! possessed of a steeple. How plate, and prepared to refresh myself nice to live in a house with a steeple with a long drink. But Elisha burst on it! But when, just as the gloomy into a fit of astonished laughter. day was darkening into night, Mr. “Why, child, what are you laughTrowbridge suddenly reined up his ing at ?" said his aunt. horse at the gate of a little red house, “Him. He was going to eat before standing far back from the road, and pa asked the blessing.' marked by no distinguishing feature This blunt reminder so disconcerted whatever, I could hardly believe my me that I poured the milk into my lap
instead of down my throat, whereupon "Is this the parsonage ?" I asked my new brother was so uproariously doubtfully.
amused that his father summarily dis“Yes,” said Mr. Trowbridge, lifting missed him from the table, greatly to me to the ground, " this is the parson- my relief. Then the blessing was askage.”
ed, and I got on with my supper very "I don't see any steeple," I faltered. well except that Elisha distressed me
“Very likely. The steeple is on by making faces and shaking his fist, the church."
from the kitchen, the door to which "Don't parsonages have steeples ?" happened to be directly in front of my
chair. He continued his absurd grim- said Miss Trowbridge, looking at me aces and gestures, for some time, to his with uplifted eyebrows. “I don't see own infinite satisfaction apparently, but anything to laugh at." with no positive effect upon his sole “He's making up faces again,” I and just then preoccupied spectator. explained. At last, however, a crisis came.
“I ain't neither !" halloed Elisha was in the act of drinking, looking from the region up stairs, “and if I over the rim of my cup at Elisha, he was, he couldn't see 'em. I'm in bed." effected a maneuver, which so far sur- “ He was right there in the doorpassed all his former efforts, that my way. I saw him," I asserted stoutly. sense of the ridiculous was fairly Mr. Trowbridge rose from the table touched and demanded instant expres- and proceeded up the stairs. Before sion. This, of course, brought on a he reached the upper landing, Elisha violent fit of coughing and choking. could be heard snoring. “What made you laugh so sudden- “Elisha,” said his father, “
were you ly?" asked Miss Trowbridge; when, making faces again ?" after a great deal of spluttering and
No answer. gasping and swelling of veins on my “ Elisha!' part, and a vigorous thumping between " Elisha!” my shoulder on hers, quiet was But so deep was Elisha's sleep that stored. Filled with shame and con- no vocal emphasis could awaken him. fusion at a so undignified mishap, I A succession of peculiar sounds, sugreplied with some asperity,
gestive of rapid applications of an open “He was making up faces at me.” hand upon
a smooth and tolerable firm “Who? Elisha ?”
surface, such as may be found on the “Yes, ma'am.”
person of any well regulated boy, was “Elisha, come here."
soon accompanied by a discordant roar. He obeyed, rubbing his fists into his The criminal speedily confessed his eyes, and protesting that he didn't guilt, and sued for pardon, apparently make up no faces neither.
with hearty contrition. “Yes, you did !" I shouted wrath- “When you feel like a good boy," fully. “They were awful ones, too." said Mr. Trowbridge, “ you may come
"Hush-h-h! Don't dispute about down." it, dear," said Miss Trowbridge, mildly. He came down immediately and pre
" Elisha," said her brother, "you sented himself at the table, as though may go up stairs to bed, and stay there nothing unusual had happened. until you are sorry you told a lie." After supper we went into the parlor,
“I'm sorry a'ready," was that young where Elisha astonished and delighted gentleman's frank confession, as he me by making the cat “lighten.' Getmoved reluctantly toward the door. ting me into a dark corner, he held Being admonished by a movement of Tabby by the neck with one hand, and his father, he suddenly quickened his with the other vigorously stroked her pace and disappeared up the stairway back in the wrong direction, an operain a twinkling. Before two minutes tion which produced sparks, much more had elapsed, however, I saw him cau- to our edification than that to the untiously peering around the door-post. happy victim of his manipulations. Having caught my eye, he began an- Tabby growled ominously. other series of facial and bodily con
6 Hear the thunder?” tortions. This exhibition might have
I nodded breathlessly. continued indefinitely, had I not, after “ This kind of lightning never strikes gazing at him for a moment with great anybody," he remarked philosophically. admiration, promptly exploded into Alas for Elisha! Greater savans than another fit of immoderate laughter. he have paid the penalty of too care
"Why, what does possess the child?" | lessly experimenting with electricity