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Show I 1 VOL. II Hebei; Wasatch County, Utah, Monday, Makchi4 THE IIEBER HERALD. Editor and Manager. Entered at Ilcber Postoffice, a r secHatch Jr, ond class mail matter. f SUBSCRIPTION PRICES . ; One Year. Six . . .$1.00 ....... Morths, Three Months $0.50 .10.52 She wondered how his mother con!' let such fits of passion anil such nau- ghty trick pass without severe punishment. If he were her child, she said, she would whip that liad temper out of him. But Mrs. Harrison believed that one blow. would put more evil pass ion into, the iiea t of such a proud boy as Walter than she ever could get out. Sqe never failed to seriously reprove his faults and wrong actions; and she knew what she told no one that -- Walter would ahvayscoineto her, an outburst of impatince or bad feelaf-t- er ing, and ask forgiveness. She knew that he loved her, his father, brother and little sister, intensly: so she was soften the patient, and prayed God to hart happy child. A short time after Aunt Hannah returned home, she sent the boys each a a book. Charlies happened to be opened first. It was a handsome illustrated Walter copy of Robinson Cruseo. then eagerly opened his own, which It was was rather gaily bound. The Scholar. Memirs of a Sunday-schoo- l Walter Hung it clown sa) ing angerly, Wlut did the aid maid send me this for, I wonder? I have had enough of sm:h tilings out of the Sundav-schoo- l did not send von such Lfjrarv. She i a humdrum sort of a book, Charlie. suppose the thought you were pious enough, without. said Charlie, O brother, dont talk so hard. 1 am sure Aunt Hannah meant very kindly by us both. Walter took up his book, and began looking through it; but he soon broke out again. Tkshaw! just as I thought; nothing but early piety ear Why couldnt she have sent iy piety. me some story about war, or pirates,- or even Indians? I am tired to death of early piety You will never t ro u bl eyo urT i i eh cl 5; with it, my son, said Mrs. llarison, who had just entered the room. Walter started and blushed, lie did not know that Ids mother was so near. .But he replied, sullenly, I wish might , - A tli 1S92 No. 3g and subdue the temper of her un- - 1 - 1 |