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Show t THE 1IEBER HERALD. not trouble them in arty way,' any longer. It would be bitter if I were dead and buded; for Im of no use in the world, and nobody loves me. After haying said these unbind word, and went out Walter'took his wheie the hoys on to the illage-greewert all ready at play. Charlie soon in the sport, for followed; not to mnude iT . fie was not strong enough for that, but he loved always to watch his brother, and felt proud of his skill and stren-gtbail-clu- b, n, h. ' After about a half hours play, many of the boys set out for home, as a hard storm seemed coming on. The clouds .were rolling up thick and 'black, the lightning flashed, and the thunder broke overhead. Walter Harrison, who had appeared half angry in all Ids play was mow, leaning against the sule of the church, within .a yard or two of the lighting rod. The boys callct to him to come away, as he was in a dangerous 'place; hut Walter would not stir. Charlie ran up to him and begged -- Little boys who are polite are respect ed by everybody'. And also the little girls. A little boy who does as follow.', takes off his hat when he goes into a house,-wipes his feet at the door before going in, take good care of his sister,1 ' always obeys his parents etc, These are things that every boy onht to do, no matt r w ether iher nutther or father is iiv their, sight o; Inor. Like some little boys I know' wjio are just as gentle and polite as need be when they are in their parents! sight, but when they are away from them they act like they had never been taught to be polite. The little gbis ought to do as folio vf,- m ver-pii- ir p before the glass, always wipe thtir feet at the door beloie going into a house, always be in house keeping, ahvays raise j clean the windows before sleeping in a room with impure air in it, read all the sketches of housekeeping that you can, and when you boys and girls grow up to be men aulw unen, ycu will some day be - , -- J - glad of it. .him to go home; buj he only said,. I dont care if the lightning does strike me, I tell you again, Im of no use in May. the world' nobody loves me. You Q 11) r, Vj I 4 may" run hoinc if you are afraid. p Ad am not afraid for myself, brothI? TO but er, said Charlie his lip quivering; I will go home and beg mamma to come Clotworthy & Hickcn,. sell . the best beef, the finest cutlets, and the for you. a latest pork. Main Street. .'Opposite . I 1 To be continued. ' I Herald office. L J yi : |
