| Show 0 AN APT LESSON USSON the story toli told liy by a charming writer to a jealous child ahe 1 he noble and lovable woman who signed the name juliana horatia ewing to some of the most books of our time is remembered by her friends friend 3 as the most winsome of teachers one of the them writ writes to the st jamess gazette she would come sometimes and bind spend a few days with us and slid 1 I well reme remember one severe winter 1858 1 think it was when the weather being too inclement for outdoor amusements julie gatty as she was then epen t a great part of the mornings in drawing and painting I 1 remember that julie made a sketch of my beautiful little golden haired sister seated in a jarge large library chair playing with her doll doli this I 1 grieve to say made me not a little j jealous jalous alous I 1 longed to have fair hair and a daz ailing complexion too and thought it very hard no one should ever wish to paint me still all this time I 1 would rather have died than confess my fee feeling lingg and little guessed I 1 that julie gatty with her intuitive knowledge of child life and her ready sympathy had divined my thoughts and was longing to help me that evening I 1 w was as standing alone rather sul sulkily aily at a t the drawing room fire before dinner when she camo came into the room and made some trifling remark to me I 1 pretended not to hear and went on kicking viciously at the fire fir eirons irona crossing to one of the windows she put back the crimson velvet curtains unbarred the shutters shut tere and looked out int into 0 the night it was bright b ri moonlight I 1 and the grand old yew trees heavy and wei weighed hed down with their buden of snow shone and glistened in its pure cold beam beams Sud suddenly dAnly julie eegan began to tell a etory story softly as if to herself and as I 1 never could resist anything in ill the shape of a tale I 1 f forgot mgt my sulks and crept to her side to listen once upon a time he she sai ea id looking up into the sky and taking no notice of me nie there were two stars and both were beau beautiful ti fill I 1 but th the light elight that shown from them was not the same from one came lovely rose red rays like the flush of early dawn lawn while the light of the other was pure and silvery aa as the tile christ path on the sea at harvest moon and yet as bo both h the stars were in the same li tie lie patch of sky their bright beams comming ed a as they stream rd down upon this world of oura ours and the shining ef each goemer only to be render rendered more beautiful by the tire other but after some time the etar star of the tile rose red rays became discontented she wished to shine with the silvery gleam of her star sinter sister and no longer longer took delight in sending down town her ber s soft 0 ft r radiance a ia ric e ade to bless the earth A and n d alas a as a s her jealousy and envy grew her beautiful rose light waned paler and paler but the star perceived it not only an old astronomer who loved her and watched her nightly saw with sadness the red r rays sy s fad ing gradually away from fr 0 m the silver and one evening pacing up and down bis his terrace he beheld a falling fallin a star shoot slowly across the twilight wilid ht sky leaving for a few seconds a faint streak of rosy light behind it was the star of rose red rays her ifer beauty and her light had been quenched by the passion of envy and anti jealousy she had indulged and as the old astronomer astro nome watched her last despairing gleam ere she sank into infinite space be he hid bid his face iu in his hands and wept I 1 wish I 1 could give the story exactly in in gnirs ewings own words but the above is as nearly the same earners as I 1 can call remember As she finished julie laid her hand band on my thick tresses and said with what I 1 can now geo see was most judicious flattery child why do you envy your sister her golden hair h ai r brown such as yours is just as beautiful the story sank deeply d beep I 1 y into in i t 0 my heart and to this day I 1 I 1 never see a falling failing star that does not recall to my ray mind the memory of julie gatty and the lesson she tried to teach me |
