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TELLING FORTUNES.
Ill toll you two fortunes, my fino'littlo lad,
For you to accept or refuse s
The one of them food, the other ono bad;
.Now hear thorn, and say which you choose.
I sec by my gifts within reach of my hand,
A fortune right fair to behold;
A house and a hundred good acres of land,
With harrest fields yellow as gold.
I sea a great orchard with houghs hanging
down
With apples, russet and red;
I co droves of cattle, some whites and some
brown,
But all of them sleek and well fed.
I see droves of swallows about tho barn door,
See the fanning mill whirling so fast;
1 see them threshing wheat on the floor
And now the bright picture has passed.
And I nee rising disma'ly up in tho place
Of the beautiful house and the laud,
A man with n fire-red noso on his face,
And a little brown jug in his hand.
Oh I if vou beheld him, my lad, you would
wish
That he were less wretched to see:
Tor his boot toes they gape like tho mouth of
alien,
And his trousers arc out at the kneo.
In walking he staggers now this way, now
mat.
And his eyes they stand out liko bug's;
And lio wears an old coat and a battercd-in
hat;
And 1 think that tho fault is the jug's.
For tho text says tho drunkard shall coino to
bo poor,
And that drowsiness clothes men in rags;
And ho docBn't look much like a man, I am
sure,
Who has honest hard cash in his bags.
Now, which will you have ? To bo thrifty
ami snug,
And be right side up with your dish,
Or go with your eyes liko tho eyes of a bug,
And your shoes liko tho mouth of a lish ?
Alice Gary,
HAKE CHILDHOOD SWEET.
Wait not until tho little hands are at rest
Ere you fill them full of flowers;
Wait not for tho crowning tuborose
To niako swoet the last sad hours;
But while the busy household band,
Your darlingsstill need your guiding hand,
Ohl fill their lives with sweetness 1
Wait not till the little hearts aro still
For the loving look and phrase;
But whilo you gently chiilo a fault,
The good deed kindly praise.
The words you would speak beside the bier,
Fall sweoter farou tho living ear
Oh I fill their lives with sweetness I
Ah I what aro kisses on clay-cold lips,
To tho rosy mouth we press,
When our wee ones fly to her mother Yannr,
For love's tendcrest caress ?
Let never a worldly baublo keop
Your heart from tho joy each day should reap,
Circling youug lives with sweotness.
Give thanks each morn for the sturdy boys,
Give thanks for the fairy girls;
With a dower of wealth like this at home,
Would you rifle tho earth for pearls ?
Wait not for death to gem lovo's crown,
But daily shower life's blessing down,
And fill all youug hearts with sweetness.
Itemombcr tho homes whoro the light has fled,
Whore tho rote has faded away,
And tho lovo that glows in youthful hearts,
Ohl cherish it while-you may;
And make your homo a garden of flowers,
Where joy shall bloom through childhood's
hours
-aim mi young lives whii sweotnesa,.
.. Mtvuan i
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CHOIOE RECIPES.
Custard C.iko, Mako a take with threo
eggs beaten separately, ono cup of sug.ir, ono
and a half cup of flour, in which mix two tea
spoonfuls of biking powdoi; add four table
spoonfuls of water. Beat well, and bake in
jelly pans. Mako a cust.iid of uuaiter pint of
milk, half teacup of eugtr, onu egi; and n ta
blespoonful of Hour. Mix tho flour first with
a litllu milk to proven t lumping. When cool
fUor with auilla and upload between tho
layers.
Pull" Pudding. .Measure eight talilcsH)on.
fula of Jlour, put it in uti taitlien dish and
warm it in tho o on; then stir m ono pint of
sweet milk, time will beaten rggs, ono te.i
spoonful of fait; bi.it tho yolks imdwhitos
aejuratLly. Juki) nx or booh teacup, and
butter (hem well, and fill about tno-thiids
full of tho mixture. Bake in n quick own
for twenty minutes. Tor tho saueo hno one
cup of hot water, si toblcspoonfiils of sugar;
let this coinu to a boil, then add ono eiar, stir
constantly, add a piece of butter the siio of
an egg, and llor with lemon, lauilla or nut
meg. If j ou prefer n sour sauco add n tablo
spoonful of vinegar.
To Kemoto Ink Spots. When ink spots
occur in dyed or printed fabrics it becomes a
juration whether tho means employed to re
move tho ink will not remove tho color as
well. A Ocrman authority rocommonds the
Tuo of phosphate, and then covered with a
Uuu layer of tallow. Tho spot thus prepared
ia next washed thoroughly in moderately
warm water containing some ot tho same salt.
If the ink is not entirety lomovcd the first
'time the operation is repeated.
How to Boil Uico. Few cooks seem to kuow
4ow to prcjiaro this article of food properly,
v so a hint or two will not be out of pltee here.
..JvThe rice must be carefully picked over, and
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auu wium nM.nit ,u w, ndivi until 11 IS irco
"Vrotn all the looio starch which may adhere to
it, or until the water is clear. Then dry it.
It can be put in a flour sieve for this purpose.
In placing it oer tho file, put three pints of
-water to a cup of rice and a teaipoouful of
alt Tho water must be bailing More the
rico ia added. Boil precisely tw eh e minute
.anil then pour off tho water, Then place the
saucepan with tho rice ou the back part of
tiio sto e, where it will bo kept w arm w ithout
burning for ten minutes longer, with the voter
partly removed, In this way It is not soggy,
or too soft, and every; grain it cooked sepa
rately by itself. After being cooked, if lilt
covered, it will (often aud the graiui will
Mm. open in their delicate lemlcrness.
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HOMESICK.
BY ANNIE F. BORNHAH,
Dollv knows what is the matter Dolly and I.
It isn't tho mumps nor tho measles oh, dear,
I shall die I
It's the motherinq we want, Dolly, the what
shall I call it?
And grandpa says he has sent he put the
spatcn sale in nis wallet.
know well enough that he dropped that tel
egraph 'spatcn in tho fire .
If mother just knew, she'd come, if 'twas on
the telegraph wire t
Sho'd take my poor head, that is splitting
this very minute,
And she'd sing, "There's a happy land," and
tho hymn that has "Darling in it.
'Course I liko grandpa's house; it's the splend-
idest place to stay,
When there's all tho out-doors to live in, and
nothing to do but play;
Somehow you forget your mother that is,
just tho littlest bit,
Though if she were here, I don't suppose I
should mention it.
But oh I thcro's a difference, Dolly, when
vour head is lull of Dams
That ('cepting the ache that is in 'em) there's
noming leu oi your orains.
Remember now nice it feels, Dolly, to have
your head patted and "poorcd."
Ache 1 Why i ache all 'over, and the bed is
as hard as a board.
Nurso says "it's a sweet lovely morning." It
may be for all that I care
There is just one spot in this great wide world
that is pretty I wish I was there I
I can seo tho white roses climbing all over tho
low porch door,
And tho daisies and buttercups growing I
never half loved them before.
And mother lst's see I she's standing in that
very door, no doubt
Sho loves to look out in the morning and seo
what tho world is about
In a palo-bluo something-or-other a loose
soi t of a wrapper, I guess
As if a few yards of sky had been taken to
make a dress.
Aud up from tho pine woods yonder comes a
ucautilul woouy smell,
And tho brocie keeps a hinting of Mayflow
ers tho pink arbutus-bell;
And I think most likely the robbinshave built
in tho cherrv tree.
And by and by there'll be birdies and I shall
not be thero to soe I
Did you hear any noise, Dolly ? Speak, Dolly,
vou little witch I
As if somebody was laughingor crying 1 I
couldn t tell winch.
We've kept from crying, so far; we'vo choked,
but wo wouldn't cry
I'vo just talked it out to you, dear; I had to,
or else I'd die.
But if that is you mother (and I know by
your lips that it is),
I'll justsnueora your head off I you think
that all I want is a kiss ?
0, mother : to papa and Tom you needn't go
mention it.
But you know it was hometickntf almost
killed your poor little Jut I
OUR LETTER BOX
The mails bring lotters thick and fast for
tho Circlo now. They aro from all parts of our
own coast, and somo from tho Eastern States,
The dato of this issue of tho Farmer will be
tho first ono which carries the figures of 1882.
Tho new has actually come, and it will bo a
great time this week for every ono of our lit
tle, readers to commence this year with good
resolutions; each ono of you know lwt "hat
thero is in each of "' " tu4t noeds cor-
tv.tiuui .urivu uunu iuu Bianu auu tilonworK
away with a will to improvo on the new year.
May bo you have not been an attentive, studi
ous scholar, and havo thought more of having
a good timo thau improving tho chance of ed
ucation; or it may be that you have been in
tho habit of shii king out of doing your share
of tho daily duties you aro expected to attend
to ;or woiso still, some of our boys may belearn
tug to smoko and chew tobacco. Commence
right off, this week, with a promiso to quit,
and do faithfully every duty that is expected
of jou. Bo respectful to teacheis, and io
member how fast the time is lljiug, and when
you nio glow it up you will realise how good
it w as that j ou did improve oveiy opportunity,
for w hen ono finally goes out into tho w orld to
fight tho battle of life, theio is littlo time, or
'desire, to study, and tho need of a good edu
cation w ill bo keenly felt.
"Then bo up and doing with a heat t for any
fate
Still aching, still perishing, leain to hborand
to wait.
There is a young n.an now bore in Portland
who is to go to tho penitentiary for acciden
tally shootini; n young gill. Now if ho had
been doing right, aud doing his duty, ho
w ould not have been iu that room, and tho
pistol would not have gone off, and ho would
bo a free man to-day, now his whole life is
blighted. Wo wish wo oould mako our boys seo
thoadautago of being straightforward, up
right aud honest in their lives and conver
sation. Often men will seem to bo prosper
ous who are dishonest, tiicky and hard deal
ers, but timo shows a puuishmeut often in
tho next generation, when tho children suffer
for the sins of tho father. Wo knew of a
couple who did every such mean action to got
money, stancd and over-worked the poor
bound girls, cheated hired men, turned the
clock threo times a day to steal a fw hours'
labor from poor people. Now in their old
age, with thousands of money, both parent
aro afraid of their live from their two sons,
who aro drunk every day, aud threaten to kill
tho "old folks," double lock themselves ecry
night iu their IkhI rooms for fear of
these sons, who come homo intoxicated every
night of their li es, cursing father and mother.
It is really easier to ls upright and houet,
aud how much better, to hate it said, "Well,
his wonl is at good a his bond;" "he would
take advantage of no oue." Then if by any
misfortune one ha to go to law, a jury will
always look favorably ou tho testimony ot an
honest, straight forward man. .Iu a long life
e havo been ablo to see the result of sharp
leaiiugt, ami every one of that sort of men
have come to grief, at least generally losing
their money, and with neither money nor
WILLAMETTE FARMER: PORTLAND, OREGON, JANUARY 6, 1882.
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good name are poor indeed. Now, boys,
commence this year with a promise to deal
fair and speak the truth.
Two letters from Fort Sumter are the first
we open. Katio tells how the place came to
be called by this name. It is strange to find
it settled first by people who come from so far
South as Fort Sumter, of war fame.
Simeon has a solid sort of a pet, a cow, that
he has milked for two years. We are sure the
eow was never kicked, but chews her cud
contentedly while Simeon is milking. We
havo been so indignant to see how cruelly
some men treat cows. Sometimes cows will
have a sore or tender udder, then when a man
takes hold of the tender skin and jerks the
bag, of course the cow steps about or kicks,
then tho biped kicks and beats tho poor trem
bling quadruped which is the "brute " One
is apt to say ''like a brute," but brutes are
kinder and better than some men.
Celia sends a letter to show that she wants
to do her shore of giving interest to the Home
Circlo column. She must tell why her home
is called "Battle Ground."
Laura sends one from Iowa, and we judge
she has lived in Oregon before this. She
ought to be able to compare Iowa with Oregon
and tell which is the best place.
Virgil is well off in regard to pets and ought
to be ablo to tell somo of their smart ways.
We aro glad to hear from Soap Creek, as
not many write from there.
Josie must havo been a welcome New Years
gift to her parents, and as she helps so much
has proved to be a very useful little girl. Be
sure to take care of Slollie, and Mollie will
take care of the rats and mice. Ducks are
said to be more profitable to raise than chick
ens, if one has a good place for them, with a
stream of water close by, for they will lay
more eggs than hens will, so take care of those
Pekin ducks.
Alice, wo hope, was pleasantly disappointed
and that Santa Claus did come her way. She
must write again, and try each timo to seo
how much she can improve on tho first, for
we think she would soon be a good letter
writer.
Lizzie is one of our regular correspondents.
and improves fast. No doubt she did have a
good time at grandpa's. Where was there
ever a girl that did not have happy
days at grandma's, too. Not every child has
this comfort.
Sarah has a dog named Gopher. No doubt
he will "go-for" tho squirrels as soon as the
Spring air brings them out of their holes.
Altogether Sarah gives a lively account of
her doings that you all will enjoy, but must
not envy.
With a happy New Year to all.
Aunt Hkty.
Dixik, Or., Dec. 14, 1881.
Editor Home Circle:
I am a little girl 8 years old, and having
read many letters from other little girls iu
your papor, I thought I would write you a
few linos. I am going to school, and I am
reading in the Third Header, spelling and
writing ; I was studying geography and
arithmetic, but got through with them. V.
have a good school of forty-nine scholars; our
teacher's name is T. T. Vincent, and he is a
fine gentleman, and we are learning fast. I
havo two sisters and one brother living. I
have a dog; his name is Gopher; and also
seme fine kittens. I have four dollars, with
which I am going to buy some sheep and go
to raising thorn, and get somo wool to mako
mo somo yarn to knit mo somo stockings to
keep my littlo feot warm in the cold, wet
Winter, winch is now fast coming on. Well,
Christmas will soon bo here, and I will look
out for old Santa Claus, and seo what he puts
in my stockings; last year I got a doll and a
stocking full of candy; on tho Christmas Tree
all the littlo girls gotsomothiug pretty. There
is going to bo another Christinas Tree this
year at our tchool house, and w o don't kuow
yet w hat wo w ill all get. I guess this is all I
can thiuk of this time. Wishing tho Farmkr
and also all tho littlo gitl readers of your
paper great success, I remain, yours tiuly,
Saiuii Cooimmiis.
Aimisvilik, Or,, Dec. 14, 1SS1.
Editor Homo Circle:
As you weio bo kind as to publish my last
lotter, I thought I would writo another one.
I hao ono brother and threo sisUrs: wo are
nil going to school now, but our school w ill bo
out in about tw o w eeks. Wo have a spelling
school onco a week; I liko to go leryiuqch;
also, hunday school every Sunday, and meet
ing tw ice a mouth at our school house. I will
tell you what I study at school; reading,
wn'ting, spelliug, geography and arithmetic.
aro all going over to my grandpa's to
spoud Christmas; they aro going to havo a
Christinas tree; I suppose wo will have a nice
timo there; I like to go to graudpa's, as we
alw ays havo a nice timo when wo go there. I
livo in the Waldo Hills; they are almost all
plowed over now and sowed in grain, and
what is sowed looks well. When I was out
tho other day I taw strawberries in bloom;
we have not had such cold weather here as my
cousins tow you about in their letters to the
Farmer from Illinois; there were threo of
them wrote this time, and I was glad to hear
from them; it was as good as if they had sent
the letters to me. I will ask a question this
time; What waa revived by Elisha'a bone ?
I will close by wishing the Farmer great sue
cess. Your respected friend,
Lizzie Hown,
Slem, Or., Dec. 13, 1S81.
Editor Homo Circle!
It ha been to long a time aince I wrote to
tho Farmer, that I thought I would write
again. I am a little girl 11 years old. We
have no school now; ourtc)iooi ha been out
about a month; we had a cry good teacher;
we all liked her very much; I with the would
teach next Spring; her name it Nina McNary;
I like to go to achool very much. My little
titter U fotng to ttaywithmy other titter
tint Winter, and I have to attend to the baby
almost All the time now. It it almost Christ
mat time, and I think old Santa Clan will
hardly come again thit year. W feed, our
oldgobler, and are trying to get him fat for
Christmas. We shut him up in a trap, but
ho got out, and mamma left him out. Mamma
read in the Farmer about Aunt Hetty get
ting a turkey for Thanksgiving, I hope she
had a nice time eating it. I guess I will closef
wishing he Farmer Buccess. Yours truly,
Alice Townsend.
Silverton, Or., Dec. 13, 1881
Editor Homo Circle:
I take this oppoitunity of writing you a
letter, to see if I can't get my name in tho
Home Circle. I will tell you what I do to
help maj I wash dishes, churn, sweep, mako
beds, iron and take care of baby; he is four
teen months old; his name is Otis. I will be
14 years old New Year's Day. I will tell you
what pets I have; I have an old cat; her
name is Mollie, and a little calf, its name is
Tiny. I have four brothers and one sister;
she is aw ay from home. I went to Howell's
Prairie and had a nice time. My brother
Frank caught two quails in his trap yester
day; he has two dozen chickens and six white
Pekin ducks. I will close for this time, hop
ins to hear from Myrtle Knicht soon. Excuse
all bad writing, for I was in a hurry. Good
night to all. Josie M. Cox.
Soap Creek, Dee. 12, 1881.
Editor Home Circle:
As I ha o not seen many letters from this
section, I thought I would write a letter to
the Farmer. I have a pet pig and a cat. My
brother Perry has a pouy; its name is Lucy.
I am going to school; my teacher's name is
Brock. My brother Henry is running a store
at Wells, Oregon. I hopo my letter will not
see tho scrap basket. This is' all. I will
close. Yours truly, Virgil A. Carter.
Malvern, Iowa, Dec, 12, 1831.
Editor Home Circle:
It has been so long since I wrote to tin
Farmer, that I thought I would write once
more. I am 13 years old to-day. I live in
Iowa, two and a half miles from Malvern, on
a farm called Mount Pisgah. The farm used
to be 320 acres, but father has given half of it
to two children. We are alono now, just
father, ma and I live iu a very large house.
Aunt Lizzie stays with us part of the time.
Aunt Lizzie lived in Oregon ono year, and
boarded with Mr. Roots, near the Clackamas
paper mill. I have an uncle, John Byers, in
Oregon. I have four canary birds; one of
them is five years old. I go to school in the
Foxworthy district; I have to walk t ro miles
to school. 1 will close, hoping to hear from
all my school mates on Mount Pleasant,
Oregon. Laura Byers.
Battlk Ground, Dec. 12, 1881.
Editor Home Circle:
As I have seen so many letters from the
little folks, I thought I would write ono, too.
I am a little girl 1 1 years old, and live witl
my mamma on a farm about eighteen miles
from Vancouver. I am not going to school
now, as our school was out two weeks ago
last Friday; our teacher's name is Miss L. B.
Phillips; sho taught six months. I have no
pats but one brother. I will close for this
time, and if my letter is published I will trj
again. Wishing the the Farmer success, 1
remain, yours traly,
Celia F. O'Donnkll.
Fort Sumter, Dec. 18, 1881.
Editor Home Circle:
I am a little boy 9 years old, and I live
at Fort Sumter, about thirty miles from
Baker City. Thero is snow on the grouud
here about nine inches deep. I have a pet
cow, and sho has been giving milk for alnfost
three years without going dry. I have two
mares and two kittens and four little pigs. If
you can read tiiia I will write you somo more.
Simeon Dukoan.
Fort Sumter, Dec. 11, 1S81.
Editor Home Circle :
Fort Sumter, in Baker county, Oreon, is
a small mining cairp; it was settled iu 1SG2
by a few Southern men at the time Fort Sum
ter, South Carolina, was blockaded; hence
they called this heavily timbered spot Fort
Sumter. My sister keeps hotel; sho has not
miny boardcis now. Most of tho little girls
and boys talk about their pots, but I have
none. My sister has two littlo kittens and
a canary bird. I do not havo much to do now,
but when wo turn our Chmam.in off I shall
havo to do more. Thero is a littlo girl stajs
hero, and we have a great deal ot fun snow
shoeing. Katie J. Gixcrtn.
THE OLD SPINNIHO-WHEEL'S STORY.
A Tale for the Children.
It was such a queer, rambling old attic. A
delightful place to play, tho children thought,
with it dark corners and old-fashioned furni
ture, its littlo closets, so high among tho raft
ers that Harry thought some giants must have
made them for their own convenience, and
others so low and slanting and curious, with a
depth of darkness that even brave little May
never quite ventured to explore. But the fur
niture was the most curious of all. Much of
it was very broken and forlorn, but still re
tained an air of faded gentility; thero were
old chairs and sofas, old pictures, table that
folded up into almost nothing, a large spinning-wheel,
a cradle, and over all dust and
cobwebs and mildew.
But the children did not mind the cobwebs
or tho dust when, on rainy afternoons, they
went up for a frolic, and certainly littlo May
never heeded them when she was curled up
in the big arm chair deep in a story-book.
It waa quite late oue afternoon at she
trolled up there, and the daylight was
already fading, and the shadow t of the furni
ture looked grim and dark, and the big old'
tpinniug-wlieal seemed to havo grown larger
and to have assumed a threatening attitude.
"You're a great humbug I" said little May,
laughing, and giving the wheel a turn with
her hand; "You're alwavt trying to tcai me
when I come up in the evening. You look to
big and impertinent, and you are really
nothing but a useless old scare-crow I"
"Ugh-J UjUt" creaked tho wheel, a it
went slowly around on its unused axle.
"But," added May, thoughtfully, "I do
not doubt if yon could tpeak you could tell a
more interesting story than I read in books.
Go on," she continued, turrjing it more rap
idly, until the wheel seemed to catch the mo
tion and almost turned itself; "speak, and tell
mo something about tho littlo girls a hundred
years ago 1"
"Hum I hum I" slowly murmured tho spin-ning-whoel;
"tho little girls who used to
lhea hundred years ago were different, in
their looks and ways, from any that you
know. No silks and fancy furbelows, fine
slippers on their feet, but gowns of good,
plain homespun, and aprons clean and neati
"Dear me I" said littlo May,' "I wearaorons
often) so do lots of littlo girls."
"Their shoes were often home made, of
leather stout and strong, but many a child
went barefoot throughout tho whole jear
long, for money was not plenty, and people
far and near had learned to livo on little, for
everything was dear. They thought but of
their country, for at that timo, you know,
a cruel war was raging a nunarea years
ago."
Oh, yes," said littlo May, "I've read all
about that in my history lessons. Georgo
Washington lived then, and he was tho Gen
eral, and fought the British, and when the
band played 'Yankee Doodle,' all the redcoats
used to run I But hurry up and tell me about
some little girl." '
"Ah I .Time moves fasti" continued tho
spinning-wheel. "It seems to me only the
other day I watched beside the farmer's
hearth his only child at play. But she could
work right bravely, and I often heard the
sound of her busy little footsteps while my
great wheel spun round. And when tho
tasks were over how merry was he- song as
she frolicked with her kitten the garden
walks along I Sometimes would come a sol
dier on horseback up the hill, and then the
happy face looked grave, tho lightsome feet
stood still, as the messenger drew nearer and
paused before the door, and she knew he
brought her mother some tidings from the
war; for her father was a soldier, and his
camp was far away, and their hearts grew
weary waiting for somo news of him each day.
All letters camo by messengers; they had no
mails, you know. Ah I life was very differ
ent then, a hundred years ago ?"
"What do you know abtut it now, old
Spinning-wheel?" laughed little May. "Up
here in this dark attic you can't hear what
we're about down stairs. You don't know
anything about the postman or the mails.
But go on; you're just beginning to be inter
esting. What was the girl's name !"
"Oh ! oh I" groaned the old wheel; "you
make mo really giddy; don't hurry me so, I
beg; my joints are old, my back is stiff, a
cramp is in my log I When you've stood still
so many years you would not like to whirl so
very quickly round and round to please a lit
tle girl. Where was I ? Oh, I know. Her
name f Well, let mo see. Twas Mercy; and
it suited well so sweet a child as she, I re
member how some neighbors, on one cool
Autumn night, were sitting round the hearth
itone where the fire was burning bright; and
they talked about their country, and what
they meant to do to help her in this struggle,
like loyal men and true. Bow one had sold
his cattle, the best of all bis herd, and each
gaVe of his choicest where the hearts of all
were stirred. And woe bo to tho Tory who
uated not to be free from kintdy rule and tax
ing, whoever he might be. And Mercy, from
her corner, could feel her heart beat high,
and felt that for her country she, too, would
gladly die. The voices then grew lower, but
Mercy heard them say how the old basket
maker was put in ward that day. A quiet,
steady workman, who never spoko a word for
or against the country, but somebody had
heard, when news of somo great victory a
messenger did bring, these ords drop sadly
from him : 'God savo our gracious kini; ! That
certaiidy was treason; tho man must bo a spyl
aud then they all decided that ho must surely
die. In tho morning they would hang him as
soon as it was light; and now within a neigh
bor's barn they'd locked him for the night.
Men's hearts were stern, their deeds were
bold, no pity did they show to traitors to
their country a hundreAycais ncjo."
4"Ohdcarl" sighed little May, "I'm so glad
1 did not livo then. Did they really hang tho
poor old baauet n-akcr? iour story is be
coming very interesting,"
"Littlo Mercy, quite uunoticed, had heard
tho it hispered tale, her eyes wero wide with
horror, hor cheeks grew very pale. What
need for such a measure? What cause for
such alai m ? Why hang their poor old neigh
bor, who uovor did them harm ? Then words
that Christ had spoken came softly to her
mind: that we unto our enemies should loving
be and kind; aud they who were hit children
could best their service prove by showing
their obcdicnco in kindly deeds ot love.
'Lord Jesus,' whispered Mercy, 'Ob, help me
now, X pray, .to do what is my duty, and
please Theo if I may. For even little children
can faithful servant be; now help me try
this evening to set my neighbor free.' Soon
as tho clock struck midnight, and all were
fast asleep, I saw then little Mercy forth from
her bed-room creep. Softly she stepped and
listened, then swiftly o'er the Boor, white as a
littlo moonbeam, the hurried to the door. The
clumsy chain unclasping, the wooden bolt the
drew, aud out into tho darkness so noiselessly
she flew. Full well the knew the pathway,
with little fear or dread, sho bravely hurried
forward until she reached the 'shed; there
hung the iron padlock, quite plainly in her
tight; the knew the hasps were rusty; with
all her main and might she tore it from its
fastenings, tho door flew open wide, and to
the startled prisoner, 'Run for your bfe 1' she
cried. 'They'll liang you in tho morning; I've
come to set you free I Oh, hurry, hurry, from
tint town at last a you can flee I' Surely it
u an angel r he murmured, half afraid,
as, dimly in the starlight, he taw the little
maid.
" 'No, it it only Mercy' the ihlv whia-
pered low; one ki&t upon her forehead, and
then he turned to go; and plunging ia tht
darkness, like an arrow off he fled, and
Mercy, glad and thankful, to her little bed
room sped. Now early in the morning, before
the night is past, through alt the sleeping
village a messenger rides fast; 'Ho I young
and old awaken I Good news I good news I
hurrah I Cornwallis has surrendered I Now
ended is the war I' At open doors and win
dows are eager faces scon, and young and old
together come hurrying to the green. And
joyful aro the greetings and loud the bells are
tung, and praise and glad thanksgiving aro
heard on every tongue, and men embrace
each other, and women weep and say, 'Now
glory to the Lord of hosts, who makes us free
to-day I' And Mercy heard the cheering, and,
glad within her heart, sho felt in the thanks
giving she, too, could havo a part. For ho
who helped our armies to fight for liberty had
aided her that veiy night to set a prisoner
free. And far and wide with bonfires the
hillsides were aglow ; that was a grand
Thanksgiving, a hundred years ago."
May started. The attic had grown quite
dark; she could not even see tho ohUspinning
wbeel I She rubbed her eyes. Had she been
awako or asleep? What a dear, delightful,
interesting old place the attic was Ohistian
Union.
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rouiLAxo, ...... oui:ujr.
A. P. ARMSTRONG...
J. A. WESCO
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Address, A. P ARMSTRONG,
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II. M. DsFRANCK,
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(Formerly located at Portland.)
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