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"j OR GO T;"oR,WILL LEONARD.BYMRS. FREDERICK FIELD,AUTHOR OF "I DIDN'T RALI," "BY AND BY," RTO., ETCNEW YOqI^KLEAVITT & ALLEN BROTHERS,No. 8 HOWARD STREET.
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CONTENTS.PAGELSHORT MEMORIEs, 9ILWILr-o'-TH-WIBP, 84m.DoOBs AND GATES, 59IV.How JOHNNY AND WILL DID ERRANDS, 88V.DUmB SUFFERES, 106VI.POOR JUTO, 148VII.MORE FOBRGBFULNEBB, 168vnI.WHEI-PooR-WILI, 185IX.A LETTE., 206: Ilrut
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I FORGOT.I.SHORT MEMORIES.0 UR young Leonards were all of themnaturally gifted with good minds, so,as memory is a very prominent part ofour intellectual nature, they were by nomeans deficient in it. There was a differencecertainly, in its mode of action. Harry sel-dom forgot a form or a place, while Alice re-tniembered best the beautiful ideas which shehad read or heard, especially if they werepoetically expressed. Johnny rememberedaccurately whatever he tried to learn, andwas a little too much inclined to commit hislessons to memory, word for word; while(9)
10 SHORT MEMORIES.Will found nothing so hard as to get even afew verses from the New Testament fastenedverbatim into his mind, but at the same timeremembered the ideas perfectly if he only un-derstood them, and had a capital memory forwhatever interested him. Yet notwithstand-ing this excellent condition of their faculties,one would have supposed to hear them talkthat they were all subject to some curiousmental disease, a sort of paralysis of thememory!Harry, as the readers of his experiencesknow, was very much given to putting offwhatever he had to do, and, as everybody isaware, people who do not do things at theright time are very, apt not to do them at all.So "I forgot it," was if anything more fre-quently on his lips than' by and by." Theway it generally happened was, that when hehad anything to do, he thought, " I'll do it byand by," and when by and by he was askedwhy he had not done it, he would look fairl1amazed, and say, " I declare I forgot it!" AI have told you elsewhere, he found his e3
SHORT MEMORIES. IIample very contagious, and the younger boysavailed themselves of the same convenient ex-cuse, and " forgot" daily, I should think aboutone third of the directions which were givento them; while the resolutions and engage-ments which they made of their own accordfared no better. Of course this made ever somuch trouble to all the parties concerned,just about as much as if they had been wil-fully disobedient and negligent. Yet therewas not one of these children who wouldhave said, " I won't," to his good father ormother, when he was directed to do anything.No, indeed! Such a thought never enteredtheir heads; but, alas, for their good inten-tions! As far as results were concerned, theymight just as well have said " I won't" in thefirst place. They only added falsehood todisobedience. Those are two pretty strongwords, and they mean great sins. The chil-dren would have been grieved and indignantif any one had accused them of such wicked-ness, so little did they realize the true stateof things.
12 SHORT MEMORIES.But when Harry began so earnestly to tryand be promptly obedient, and to reform allhis old dilatory ways, there was the most de-lightful improvement in his memory. Indeed,when one's duties are performed at just theright time, there is very little occasion for anymemory about them. One's head doesn'thave to be like a great memorandum book,crammed full of things to be done; it is morelike a pleasant record of good deeds accom-plished.Alice, too, as she grew older, and realizedhow much a little heedlessness on her partadded to her dear mother's cares, was veryanxious not to let anything keep her from re-membering and fulfilling all her daily roundof duties, and when one really tries to remem-ber how impossible it is to forget !They were so in earnest about this businessof remembering, that they made out carefully,with their mother's help, lists of their dailyduties, one for each day of the week, and tack-ed them up in their rooms, so that they couldrefresh their memories by reading them over
SHORT MEMORIES. 13S every morning. Of course, they forgot tolook at them quite often, and they did not al-ways remember to do everything that waswritten down, even when they had faithfullystudied over their " reminders," as they calledthem. But I think it is better to mean. to doright for ever so little a while, than not tomake any good resolutions at all; and betterto start right in the morning, even if one'szeal does flag in the burden and heat of the day.They were fifteen years old now, when theywrote these, and had a deeper and strongersense of the importance of having right hab-its, so they studied their tablets, and joggedeach others memories, and tied strings aroundtheir fingers for extra reminders, and adoptedall sorts of devices for stimulating their facul-ties. Let us go with them through a weekand see how they succeed. It is Sundaymorning, and in the early autumn. Alice'sSunday "reminder" reads thus:"'Remember the Sabbath day to keep it1hoy.'" "Rise with the bell, and dress very carefully.2
14 SHORT MEMORIES."Learn verse from Daily Food.'"Help mother all I can after breakfast."Review Sunday-school lesson." Dress for church, and try to think aboutbetter things while dressing." Try to listen to the sermon."Take care of Rosa an hour after dinner."Read just the right kind of books andpapers, and not write any poetry."Harry's "reminder" for the same day sayswith Alice's, " Remember the Sabbath dayto keep it holy;" but otherwise it reads some-what differently. His first entry reads, " Getright straight up when the bell rings;" andthere are three lines drawn under the "rightstraight up," which shows plainly how wellhe knew what his weak points were! Thenthe next line was, "Dress quickly so as tohave time for better things," which was a verynecessary reminder to Harry, who was al-ways disposed to dally over his toilet. Then,"Take care of Prince and Juno and Julie."Then " Get ready for church;" and this wasunderlined as heavily as the getting "right
SHORT MEMORIES. 15S'straight up," for Harry did so like to sit downwith a book, after breakfast. Next came" Study Sunday school lesson till church-time." Then, "Keep watch of my thoughtsin church, and of my tongue when at home."Lastly there was this reminder, " Sit up whenI am reading," and the "sit up" is markedvery emphatically, for Harry was always loll-ing in rocking-chairs, or lounging on sofas, andreading something that was such very lightreading that it didn't fatigue him in the least,and that could be easily comprehended whenhe was half-asleep.And now for the day. Promptly at seveno'clock Johanna rang the bell to waken thesleeping household, and Alice, to whom get-ting up in the morning was no great trial,sprang up directly and commenced dressing.When she had partly buttoned her boots, shestopped suddenly, and got up to look afterher " Daily Food," and so have the verse forthe day to think about while she was finishingher toilet. The verse was-" I, even I am hethat comforteth thee;" and she repeated the
I6 SHORT MEMORIES.beautiful and precious promise over and overagain, speaking softly, and with a happy lookon her fair young face that showed she feltthe sweetness of the words. Then she wenton with her dressing; but noticing how stillit was yet in Harry's room, which was onlyseparated from hers by a partition, she tappedon the wall, and called, " Why don't you makemore noise, Harry ?"" Oh, I never snore !" answered Harry;but having thus acknowledged that he wasstill in a snoring position, he, too, got up andstamped about vigorously, to convince Alicethat he was really stirring.Alice talked to her canary as she combedand brushed her hair, and set him off in atransport of singing by opening the windowand hanging the cage in the sun. She couldnot help singing herself, as the fresh morningair and sunshine\filled the room." The morning bright, with rosy light,Hath waked me from my sleep;Father, I own thy love alone,Thy little one doth keep."
SHORT MEMORIES 17.She sang the whole hymn in low, sweettones, and felt every word. Then she tookher Bible and sat down in her favorite lowchair. Harry, too, had opened his windowand his heart to the sweet Sabbath sunshine,and had sat down to his Bible-reading. They* were beginning the day aright.SAfter a little, A lice went in to see if Johnnyand Will were ready for breakfast, and foundthat Will had already gone down stairs, whileJohnny sat on the floor with his hands claspedSabout his knees, lost in meditation, and by.no means ready for the next bell. Alice al-ways had a great deal of sympathy for John-ny, she had been so subject to such fits ofabstraction herself, so she woke him up, andgave him a start in the right direction. ThenSshe opened his window, and threw off the bed-clothes, as her morning custom was, and wentSin to Harry's room on the same errand, justas the breakfast-bell rang.They all gathered at the pleasant morningmeal, fresh and smiling, and yet with a softenedtone, both in manner and conversation, that2*
I8 SHORT MEMORIES.told the reverence in which all had been train-ed to keep the sacred day. Once in a whileWill would forget, and bubble over in hisusual style; but even he was not insensible tothe quiet Sunday influence.After prayers, Harry and Alice went brisklyabout their morning tasks, according to their" reminders," Alice washing the glass and sil-ver, while Harry went to the barn.Mr. Leonard always went with Harry onSunday mornings. It was his only opportunityto make acquaintance with their much-valueddomestic animals, and they all really seemedto appreciate the attention. Johnny and Will,too, were beginning to share in this care ofthe horses and cow, and so Harry found hisduties by no means heavy burdens.Next, on Harry's list, came " Get ready forChurch," and, on Alice's, "Review Sabbath-school lesson;" but when Harry came in fromthe barn, he found Alice still with her sleevespinned up, but with a New York Independentspread out before her on the dining-roomtable, over which she was leaning, in a not
SHORT MEMORIES. 19y ry comfortable position, but entirely obliv-ious of all things else, while she read first oneand then another of its interesting articles.H1er example was quite irresistible, and so hec ame and stood beside her, looking over hershoulder, and getting as deeply interested asshe was. There they read for nearly half anShour,, and nobody knows how much longerthey would have stayed reading and talkingif .that ever-watchful "reminder," their goodmpther, had not happened in, and broughtthem to their senses! Away they ran now totheir own rooms, and, by extra speed, wereready to join their father and mother atchurch time; but Alice had not helped hermother so much as she meant to, and Harry'sSabbath-school lesson had been hurried some-what..During sermon-time, although, to all out-ward appearance, they were not forgettingtheir rules about listening to the sermon, andindeed, were perfect models of good church-behaviour, I fear it would hardly have pleasedtlem afterward to read over an accurate re-
20 SHORT MEMORIES.cord of their thoughts. Would it do for anyof us to be put to such a test?After dinner Alice remembered her plan toentertain Rosa for an hour or two, and de-voted herself to the little woman with themost gratifying success. The result was Mrs.Leonard had an undisturbed hour of readingwith her husband, which was to her one of therarest and most delightful of privileges.Meanwhile Harry took the Independent, overwhich he had been so forgetful in the morn-ing, and again forgot his "reminder," and laydown on the lounge to enjoy the paper. Pret-ty soon Alice noticed his attitude, and joggedhis memory with, " Look out for your spinalcolumn, Harry," and he straightened up withan apologetic look, and an "I forgot." Butevery few moments down he would go into arecumbent posture, only to jerk himself upagain, until his patience was exhausted, andhe very wisely went and sat in a straight-backed chair.Pretty soon Alice, sitting on the carpet andbuilding a log-house for Rosa, who had not
SHORT MEMORIES. 21begun to keep the Sabbath in a very strictSway as yet, found her thoughts had been ascrooked as Harry's back-she had been plan-ning all about the trimming of a new dress,?and she fairly blushed at the thought of her'forgetfulness of the Holy Day.; After this came the usual Sabbath afternoonltalk with her father, in which Harry was asmuch interested as herself, for they were read-ing together "The Land and the Book," andSit formed the subject of the afternoon's con-Sversation. There was but little temptation to.either of them to read anything unprofitable,Sor to talk about unsuitable things while theseSdelightful volumes lasted for Sunday reading.They went to church in the evening, andafterward walked home together in the clear,Sbeautiful Autumn star-light.SWhat.a lovely, lovely day it has been!"l said Alice; and see the stars, Harry, theyS'seem like sleepless eyes forever watching us."'' Yes," said 'Harry, " I always wish I was. :better when I look at them. I wish a fellowScould be good right along, without making
22 SHORT MEMORIES.such hard work of it. I wish I didn't forgetall the time.""Oh!. you don't forget all the time, onlysometimes," said Alice; "and I suppose everybody does that. One can't always remem-ber."When they were sitting in the parlor athome, a few moments later, talking over themeeting, Harry suddenly appealed to his fath-er, " Is it wrong to forget ?" he asked."Certainly, it is wrong to forget what weought to remember," answered the father."There is a great difference in people's mem-ories, no doubt," he added, " but we may allbe sure of this, we each can remember whatwe ought to remember, if we only make suffi-cient effort. Some people seem to think thatsaying I forgot' is an unanswerable excusefor any neglect of duty, but it really onlyshows that one does not care enough aboutthe duty to make a point of remembering it!'Then there was no more said, but Harrylooked convinced, and not at all disposed toargue the point; so he and Alice took their
SHORT MEMORIES. 23-tfinht lamps and, bidding their father andihother good-night, went up-stairs.SWhen H arry was in his own room he stoodSa moment before his "reminders," took theone for the Sabbath off from the nail, and putthe one for Monday in its place. " There !" hesaid, "do you help me not to forget to-mor-row."S Both he and Alice remembered, too, thatthere was one Source of help far more power-ful than any of their own framing, howeverexcellent these might be, and sought it earn-estly and not in vain.Their week-day " reminders" did not differSmaterially from each other. The duties ofeach day being very nearly the same. Butthe heading to each of Alice's was, " Be Atten-tive;" while Harry's was," Be Prompt." Thenfollowed an enumeration of home and schoolSduties. A lice charged herself daily to rem em -ber and keep her thoughts on her studies in.school hours, and Harry "reminded" himself-that he was apt to put off the hardest lessonstill there was not time enough to learn them,I:
24 SHORT MEMORIES.The result was that they did remember farbetter than of old, and their mother found thatwhere she used to have to remind them ascore of times every day of something thatthey were forgetting to do at the right time,now she only occasionally had to speak tothem. It was an immense relief to this patientand vigilant supervisor, not to have to chargeher mind with these young folks' duties andresponsibilities, and she told them so withtears of loving happiness standing in her gen-tle eyes as she kissed them good-night on oneof the evenings of this week about which I amtelling." I think your memories are improving won-derfully," she said.f' Well, mother," said Harry, "I presumethere was room enough for improvement inour memories, but I've been thinking thatthey were not so much in fault after all. If afellow only does a thing right off when hismemory gives him the first jog! There'swhere the trouble is with me at any rate. Ilet my memory get chock full instead of only
SHORT MEMORIES. 25having a fair amount of things in it, and then,of course, it loses some and gets all mixedSup!"" That's it!" said Alice, laughiig. "It's athousand times easier to have some orderabout everything we do, and so only have onething at a time to remember, and you've toldSus so a million of times, you dear old mother i"Then came Saturday, and our young peopleeach had extra things to do on that day. Har-ry went to Benton for his father; and AliceShad to sweep and dust and m end her stock-ings, which she did just as faithfully, I amhappy to say, as if Aunt Huldah had nevertold her that poetesses did not, as a rule, keeptheir hose in good condition! She felt veryvirtuous and praiseworthy as she darnedaway, and heartily wished Aunt Huldah her-self would happen in!There was one " reminder" for Saturdaythat her mother considered of the utmost im-portance. It was, " Regulate drawers, closet,and work-box." For Alice, although she likedto be neatly and carefully dressed, was often3
26 SHORT MEMORIES.in too much of a hurry to hang up her dress-es in the most approved way, or to keep hercollars and ribbons and laces all smooth andready for wear. She would often go flyingup-stairs, just before school-time, after someparticular bit of ribbon for her hair or neck,toss things right and left in a search for it,and then run away and leave her boxes look-ing as if a whirlwind had swept throughthem.Then her work-box; but everybody knowshow work-boxes fare, especially school-girls'work-boxes !Well, sometimes when Alice was in just themood for it, she enjoyed having a good " clear-ing-up spell," but at other times it was a greatnuisance, and on this particular Saturday, shehad a charming book that she and her dearfriend, Lily Grover, had. made an arrange-ment to read together, so she kept thinkingof that, and bending all her energies to get-ting ready for this delightful reading. Shewas in altogether too much of a hurry to re-member anything that was as little forced
SHORT MEMORIES. 27ltpon her notice as closed bureau drawers,aid shut-up closets; so as soon as possibleSafter dinner, she made a rapid toilet and ransway to her friend Lily. When she came-home it was almost dark, and directly aftertea she had a lesson to prepare for school onMonday morning, and then a Sabbath-schoollesson to study, so it was nine o'clock whenshe went up-stairs, and, as usual, read overher list of duties for the day. When she cameto "regulate drawers, closet and work-box,"she gave an exclamation of dismay. "Oh,forlorn!" she said, "if I haven't forgotten allabout that." Next on the list was, "Bathe,,put on clean clothes, and pick up everything Iwish to put in the wash." She had dressedin far too great a hurry to do all that, so againshe ejaculated, "Dear me! there's anotherforget." She set down her lamp and beganto consider. How dreadfully tired she was!How she wished she hadn't been so " crazy"about that book She concluded that late asit was- she would attend to the bathing, etc.| lIt serves me right," she thought, "to have
28 SHORT MEMORIES.to go poking round in the night after tubs andtowels! It'll help me to remember nexttime."But there was no time to arrange her draw-ers, and they were in a fearful jumble. As tothe things for the wash, she forgot to look inher pockets for handkerchiefs, or in her draw-ers for soiled collars and cuffs, and as a natu-ral consequence, found herself on a very short 'allowance of these articles the week after.Harry meanwhile, had got home from Ben-ton, and been out hunting in the afternoon.He came home about sundown with a greysquirrel and a pair of quails in his game-bag,which he proceeded to dress himself,-for Jo-hanna never could be persuaded to touch the"harmless little craythurs wid their poor lit-tle dead eyes," and Mrs. Leonard sympathiz-ed with her; yet they were none of themsqueamish about eating broiled quails or squir-rel pot-pie.Then Harry, although he was tired enough,went to his room and attended to his prescrib-ed course of bathing and dressing; for which
SHIORT MEMORIES. 29a effort he felt well repaid when his mcth-er said to him, as they went out to tea to-ether, " How nicely you look, my boy !":Now if he had only stayed at home aftertea and attended to those lessons with Alice,how triumphantly he would have rounded outhis week; but as it was, he thought after teahe would just step round to Ned Wilcox's afew minutes, and then come home and see tothe studying. Once there, however, he foundso much to interest him in the charming so-ciety of his friend Ned, to say nothing of theattractions of Ned's pretty sister, that he for-Bgot all about his evening duties, and at nineo'clock waked up to a consciousness that theevening was gone! When he reached home,Alice was already in her own room, and al-though he blinked away for awhile over hislessons, he was altogether too tired and sleepyto have it amount to much. Besides, he neverScould study without Alice, and he shut up hisbook quite disgusted with himself, " It is al-ways so," he thought; "I never really getthrough a whole day just right."3*
30 SHORT MEMORIES." No, my dear Harry, and you never will;but it is best to set one's standard high, andkeep trying, notwithstanding all shortcom-ings; that is the way to " go on unto perfec-tion." This was in substance what his moth-er said to him, as she noticed his trouble, anddivined its cause. "You had better go tobed now," she said, "and try and make upfor lost time to-morrow morning, and on Mon-day." Which good advice, Harry followed,and although it was "like pulling teeth," hewas up and at his Sunday-school lesson beforebreakfast the next morning !So Harry and Alice were in a fair way tokeep their memories in a very healthy condi-tion. They were both trying to remember.But Johnny was the queerest little fellowabout forgetting! He was a good boy, a verygood boy-they were all sure of that-but hewas made to run in a groove. Change theorder of his exercises and he was lost. Hehadn't the vaguest idea of time. It was reallyridiculous what mistakes he made in this direc-tion. He was a model boy about not doing
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SHORT MEMORIES. 31fotbidden things, and so would never think ofgoing anywhere without special permission;Iut,.when once he had leave to go, his timeof returning was among the uncertainties..His mother would give him leave, for in--stance, to go and spend an hour or two withhis good friend, old Christine Brethschneider."Now, tell Christine to let you know whenthe time is gone," would be Mrs. Leonard'sparting injunction.","Yes, mother," would be Johnny's honest:reply. But if, by chance, there was some-Sthing to take up his mind so that he did notthink to tell Christine how long he could stay,half a day would go by, and the very firstintimation that Johnny would seem to have asto the flight of time, would be Adam's com-ing home to dinner or to tea. Then Johnnywould begin to look about for his hat, andwhen they urged him to stay and eat withSthem, although he dearly loved Christine'ssavory stews and sauer-kraut, yet he would-steadfastly refuse to stop. "Mother said I" must only stay an hour," he would say, with
32 SHORT MEMORIES.as innocent and obedient air as if he had ex-actly fulfilled her wishes!"Why, thou dear child," Christine wouldexclaim, in unaffected astonishment, "it wasfive hours ago you came! Run home to thegood mother!"And away Johnny would go, utterly amazedat the rapid flight of time.His mother understood his peculiarities, and,when reproving him, always tried to remem-ber just what he was responsible for, and inwhat respects his faults were those of tempera-ment. Neither was she one of those whothink it is a sufficient excuse for wrong-doingto say, "It is my nature to do so." Shethought we were all pretty weak and erringnaturally, and it was our business to improveour natures.Surely where Johnny's bump of Time ought.to have been, there was a hollow But all themore was there a great need of impressingupon him the importance and value of time,and its unceasing and rapid flight. So sheused to set him down before the clock and
i : SHORT MEMORIES. 33im tell her when one minute was gone,Jive and ten; and call his attention to therikng of the hours, so that he should notforget how long an hour was.SAs to meal times, he had such a capital-appetite, he could guess very nearly whenthey had arrived; but, strange to say, wouldoften astonish his mother, within an hourafter dinner, with the question-" Have wehad dinner?": This funny forgetfulness of his was often aIpuzzle to his teachers, and sometimes he didnot get as gently dealt with as his mother"would have thought best; but Johnny was a.-philosopher, and did not let his feelings be un-necessarily wounded.As to Will's memory, I will have to take awhole chapter to do it justice.Sk-
II.WILL-O'-THE-WISP.O F the memorable babyhood of MasterWilloughby Leonard, the readers of " 1Didn't Hear" have heard somewhat. A baby-hood remarkable for tears and cries, wakeful-ness, and, what may be termed, a general un-easiness. He survived it, however, and, in-deed, did not seem in the least exhausted byit. Like a blacksmith's muscles, his lungs andhis limbs had only improved by use. " Whenhe can walk," his mother often had thought,"he will run off his superfluous nervousenergy, and tire himself out, so that he will beglad to sleep at night, and to be still some-times in the daytime." But when the little(34)
SWILL-O'-THE-WISP. 35mi got on to his feet (which he did at tenimnths' old), she did not discover that therewas any particular difference, except that hegot into more trouble and mischief than be-I fore! She had to put him into leading-stringsliterally, and devote herself to him more con-stantly than ever. He was a terrible infant!But by and by he did get so that he slept atnight, and the mother could begin in the-morning, with rested muscles, quieted nervesand fresh energies. So did Will; and hewould fairly outdo himself in climbing andtumbling, and in running and racing. Hewas like some frisky young animal, alert, agile,full of life and motion, and he was, fortunately,like young animals in other respects. He wasso sharp and quick-witted that he could al-most always save himself from the dangersthat beset his headlong career. When he fell,he almost invariably came down safely on hisfeet, like a very spry kitten!They named him "Will-o'-the-Wisp," andfinding it didn't do much good to follow himup with endless "take cares," they finally
36 WILL-O'-THE-WISP.ratner aoandoned him to his guardian angeland his own nimble faculties I Mrs. Leonardwas such an anxious, careful mother, that itwas only under protest, and, as a last resort,that this was done. It was really impossibleto keep an eye on this fleet-footed and active-brained little mortal. The only restrictionthat Mrs. Leonard finally settled down uponwas that he should stay within their yard,which was large enough certainly to satisfyeven a roaming nature. Of course there weretimes every day when he might go with someone out into the street, and he would oftenhave special permission to go to play withsome of his little friends in their own yards orhomes. All that his mother insisted upon wasthat she should know his whereabouts, and ifhe went out of the yard, it was to be with herknowledge and consent. He was five yearsold when these limits were set to his career,and he was made to thoroughly understandthe arrangement. Most children of his agewould not have found these restrictions verysevere, but Will felt like a caged bird! Right
WILL-O'-THE-WISP. 37next door lived his dear little crony, RobbySNoble, and why must he be forbidden to clam-iber over the door-yard fence twenty times aday and join Robby in his sports! The reasondid not appear obvious to Will at all; but hisSmother and Robby's had both discovered thattwo heads were better than one as regardsmischief, as well as for other purposes, and sothey decided to try and keep them apart aittle, except when some older person couldhave an oversight of their performances.Then there were most attractive dogs andiorses, and shows of every description fre-quently passing in the street, and they coulde, seen to so much better advantage if onemight only go out of the gate and follow themfor a short distance down the street.Also there were most delightful visitingplaces all about-at good Mrs, Brethschnei-der's, where he always was treated to seedcakes; at black Jacob's, where the little dark-skinned children were overjoyed to see him,and were the jolliest and best-natured of play-pl mates; and at little Mike Pheney's, with whom4
38 WILL-O'-THE-WISP.Will was on the most friendly terms, notwith-standing he had a dreadful mother who usedto get drunk, and whom Will's brother Harry'had named the Feejee, on account of her pro-truding teeth, and general savageness of lookand manner. Will made no nice distinctions,and he saw much to admire in Mike Pheney,if his mother was a Feejee.So when Will was shut up in the door-yard, he longed after forbidden pleasures, andthought he would venture out a little and riskthe consequences.It was lovely summer weather, and he andhis brother Johnny were playing with a littlewheelbarrow and the chips that were scatteredaround the wood-pile. Johnny and he neverdid get on well together. They did not like thesame things nor the same way of doing things.They were no more alike than if they hadhad different parents and been reared on oppo-site sides of the globe. Will was black-eyed,dark-haired, brown-skinned, and was sharp-featured and thin in flesh. Johnny was yellow-haired, blue-eyed, fair, and with a broad, stur-
WILL-O'-THE-WISP. 39dy face and figure. He found abundant scopefor all his feelings and faculties within thebounds their mother had set. He plannednow to get all the chips in a nice convenient'pile, and with Will's help was making goodprogress. But pretty soon Will's zeal beganto flag. It was a great deal more in accord-ance with his feelings to set" chips flying inevery direction than to gather them up in anorderly way, so he began to throw them thisway and that in a fashion that taxed poorJohnny's patience to its fullest extent. Hetried coaxing, scolding, and at last a vigorouspush, which was duly resented, and so thereresulted a pitched battle, the report of whichbeing brought in to mamma, she rushed to thescene of conflict and separated the combat-ants. It was evident that, as usual, there weretwo sides to the story, so after reprovingboth parties, and settling the difficulty, as shethought, she went back to her sewing, and leftthe boys to themselves. But the spirit ofwork had departed from Will, and he leftJohnny in undisturbed possession of aoth
40 WILL-O'-THE-WISP.wheelbarrow and chips, while he went clam-bering over the fence into the next yard.Here he found his friend Robby harnessing akitten to a little tin wagon. This was sportenough, and although Will had not forgottenthe rule about leaving his own yard when hefirst went over the fence, he soon succeeded inbanishing all thoughts of law or punishment.They trained the poor kitten in a mannerwhich, while it was fun for them, came verynear being death to pussy. In her wild effortsto escape, she got the strings entangled aroundher neck in such a way that each new plungetightened the halter-choking, gasping, strug-gling-all would have been over with poorkitty in a moment more if Mrs. Noble had notseen the condition of things and flown to therescue."Give me your knife quick!" she cried, toRobby, "and Will, do you get over the fenceinto your own yard, and stay there!"She spoke with energy, not to say severity,and Will scrambled hastily into his own in-closure.
WILL-O'-THE-WISP. 41"There, sir," said Johnny, "now you'll haveto stay in the house to-morrow !"Will leaned back against the fence and de-voted as much as a minute to thought. Shouldhe go in and tell his mother that he had for-gotten? Should he try to get Johnny topromise not to tell of him, or should he justmake a day of it now that he had begun, andtake the consequences to-morrow ?I am happy to say that he decided to throwhimself on his mother's well known tendermercies. So he went in and confessed. "Iforgot," he said, when his mother asked, " Howcould you do so, Will?" And by that I donot know that he meant to tell a falsehood.Perhaps he thought that what he forgot wasnot the fact that he was forbidden to go outof the yard, but that it was so very wrong todisobey. At any rate he so won upon hismother's feelings by his honest confession, thatshe told him she would forgive him just thatonce, and let him go with the caution not toforget again.So Will sallied forth and began to walk4*
42 WILL-O'-THE-WISP.around the yard on the top of the fence. Itwas a picket fence, made in the usual way, witha narrow board running along on the insidenearly at the top of the pickets, and towhich they were nailed; so his pathway wasvery narrow and beset with dangers; this/made walking there a very lively and hazard-ous undertaking for a five-year-old, and hecame very near enjoying himself! But rightbefore his eyes, now that he had so high a po-sition, he could see his friend Mickey Pheneydown in a back lot where the ground wasmarshy, with his ragged trowsers rolled wellup on his sturdy limbs, wading around in a mostinviting-looking mud puddle. Will paused inhis acrobatic performances every time he camearound where he could see Mickey, and gazedat him with envious eyes. The spectacle grew .more and more enticing, especially when Mick-"ey recognized him and beckoned to him fromafar. The temptation overcame him entirelyat last, and away he went. He was neatlydressed in a suit of light gray cassimere, andhis mother had charged him again and again
WILL-O'-THE-WISP. 43"io be very careful of his clothes, but wnoeverknew a boy of Will's character to remembers tuch injunctions? So down he sat on the edgeSof the mud puddle and pulled off his shoes andstockings, that he might be as unfettered asSMickey, and then into the water he went, as ifhe had been a duck and that was his nativeelement. Then began the liveliest kind of agame. The soft black mud was the mostcharming of play-grounds! They made im-pressions of their heels and toes and entire feetin it; they splashed about in the water to theirheart's content; they ran races in it and triedto see who could make the most of a commo-tion! Finally, Will slipped down in it, andarose-a spectacle! Just then he heard Jo-hanna ringing the dinner-bell at the back doorfor his and Johnny's benefit, and as dread ofcoming troubles was no part of Will's mentalcharacteristics, he picked up his shoes andstockings and went home to meet his fate.Johanna saw him coming and held up herhands and poured forth such a mingled volleyof exclamations and lamentations over his ap-
44 WILL-O'-THE-WISP.pearance, that his mother came running to thedoor. What an object met her gaze! I thinkshe would have cried over his naughtinessand the ruin of his clothes, if it hadn't beensuch hard work to keep from laughing at histruly ludicrous condition! As it was, she gothim in doors and into a tub of water as soonas possible." Oh, Will! How could you be so naughtyagain, and so soon !" she exclaimed, as sherubbed and brushed and put clean garmentson her wayward boy."I forgot," said Will, thinking that theusual plea might answer again, or perhaps notthinking at all, but only making the first replythat suggested itself."No, you did not forget, Will. How canyou say so?" she cried. " You knew perfect-ly well that you were doing very wrong.Now I shall keep you in the house this after-noon and to-morrow. I must make you re-member this."She kept her word and punished both her-self and him by confining his mischief to in-
WILL-O'-THE-WISP. 45door performances for the next forty eightShours. It was really dreadful what she andJohanna and that wretched prisoner wentthrough with during that period. TimeSwould fail me to tell of the trials and tribula-tions that each endured; but they came to anend, and Will was free again. Now, thoughtthe mother, he will surely not forget againvery soon, but she cautioned him and warnedhim before she let him go, holding both hislittle tanned hands in hers, and trying to keephis dancing eyes steady by her own steadfastlooks." Mayn't Harry take me to the mill?" plead-ed the restless manikin, within fifteen minutesof his release, " I know I thall run away if hedon't!"The mother was ready to do anything toavert such another proceeding, so she said,S"Yes, if you will stay with H arry, and dojust as he tells you."Will promised, and Harry reluctantly setforth. But Will's confinement had subduedhis spirit a little, and Harry found his task notI
46 WILL-O'-THE-WISP.so great as he expected. To be sure Will wasnever satisfied to stand still and look at any-thing five minutes, he must be doing some-thing in order to be happy, and Harry had tokeep very close watch of him. Still he wasquite tractable, and Harry got him safelyhome after an hour or two. He was neitherdrowned nor ground, and it had been an im-mense gratification to him, as well as reliefto his mother. After that Harry was deputedat least once a day to take him to the mill fora change of scenery and occupation; and hismother would often take him a little walk her-self; and Alice would devote an hour or twoto entertaining him and Johnny with a storyor a game, and every time anybody went tothe corner grocery on an errand, great painswere taken to give Will an opportunity to es-cape for a few moments from his narrow con-fines.Yet with all this care and thoughtful man-agement that boy would run away !Every few days Johanna would put her headinto the parlor with," If ye plaze, mum, Will is
WILL-O'-THE-WISP. 47missin," fo she was charged with a generaloversight of the premises, and was told to re-port immediately any disappearance. Then asearch would begin. Johnny would be ques-tioned in the first place, but his ideas of Will's"vihereabouts were always extremely vague.He had plenty of business of his own on hand.without being his brother's keeper. ThenHarry would search the barn, and after it waspositively ascertained that he was not on thepremises, Alice would go to the differentneighbors, Harry to the mill, and Johannainto the by-ways and such places as weremostly frequented by such spirits as MickeyPheney. It must be confessed that these lat-ter places were Will's favorite resorts. Whatwretched spirit of roving, or what depravedlongings after forbidden fruit possessed theboy, nobody knew; but the fact remained thesame-run away he did, and run away hewould He-was talked to and reasoned with"-he was coaxed-he was hired and he wasfaithfully punished, and yet the dreadful factSremained the same, he would run away! And
48 WILL-O'-THE-WISP.he never gave any better reason for his esca-pades than, " I forgot." Think of it! " For-got," indeed! No wonder Johanna used toexclaim, " Did you ever hear the likes of it ?"Just picture him freshly brought home fromone of these excursions, torn, dirty, and withhis hat set conveniently on the back of hishead.Mother.-" Now Will, what does this mean?Where did you find him, Johanna ?"Yohanna.-" On the top o' Pheney's cow-shed, a slidin' on the boards wid a couple o'the wildest lookin' little tramps I ever see, an'sez I-"Mother.-" Never mind, Johanna, thank youvery much. I'll see him now. Tell me, Will,what does make you do so?"Will.-" I dunno-I forgot."It was truly exasperating, and Mrs. Leonardmight have said with the prophet Jonah, " Ido well to be angry!" But the depths ofmotherly forbearance have never yet beensounded; and again she patiently washed thelittle culprit, mended his clothes, and kept
WILL-O'-THE-WISP. 49him in solitary confinement for another day." He was a study for a mental philosopher, and"Mrs. Leonard was a good deal of a philoso-. pher, but he puzzled her. He was as affec-tionate and warm-hearted as he was recklessand roving. He never showed the least re-sentment at his punishment, although it wasSto him worse than a dozen whippings. Heseemed to have a perfect sense of its justice,and made no attempts at self-defense. Theonly idea he seemed to have was that unlimit-ed freedom was so charming that he wouldrisk all its dangers, and endure any bad re-sults that might come.Well, something happened one day. Some-thing generally does happen when a goodmother is perplexed and troubled and cannotthink what to do next. All summer long theyhad pursued this young vagrant, and very littleimprovement had resulted from all their effortsto reform him, and now it was October, andlittle Rosa was adding to the household cares,so that not quite so close a watch could bekept over Will. A strolling organ-grinder,Sr 1 '*
50 WILL-O'-THE-WISP.with an enticingly smart little monkey, camedown the street by Mr. Leonard's, and Will'sweakness showed itself once more. Out heran, and down the street he followed thecrowd of idle boys, who, in a little place likeClear Rapids, always run after " the man withthe monkey." Will found his friend Mickey,and little black Jake, and other cronies, andwas " hail fellow, well met," with them all.He kept in the constantly-growing crowd,stopping before houses and at street corners,liking the music well enough, but the monkeybetter, till he nearly reached the corner fromwhere his father's mill and office were in plainsight. Then, either because he was a littleafraid his father's eye might discover himamong thz crowd, or because he had about asmuch of the entertainment as he cared for, heheld a little consultation with Mickey, and thetwo turned down a back street toward theriver-the dreadful river, which was Mrs.Leonard's great terror, and which Mr. Leon-ard used to tell her he verily believed ranthrough half her dreams. Its swift current
WILL-O'-THE-WISP. 51seemed to her so danger-fraught that scarcelya day went by when she did not warn thechildren against going near its banks. Butthither strolled Will and Mickey. Will, nodoubt, had an undercurrent of uneasiness, butnow that he had gone out of the yard, hethought he might as well go farther, and sotrotted along gaily, as if there were no suchthings as laws or penalties in the world.There was a dam a little way above the millover which the water fell in great shiningcurves, most beautiful for either old eyes oryoung to look upon, and here the little truantswent and gathered together a pile of chipsand sticks to throw into the rapid current ofthe stream just above the dam, and then watchtheir swift plunge over the fall. It was mag-nificent sport, and they enjoyed it beyondmeasure for awhile, but, ere long, they grewtired of even this, and strayed along to themill. Adam Brethschneider saw them, andwas suspicious that, with Will, it was a case ofvagrancy, so he questioned him a little. "Doesthe good mother know where is her Wilhelm ?"
52 WILL-O'-THE-WISP." I gueth tho," answered Will some-what hesitatingly."Better run home," advised Adam, kindly;but he knew that the little fellow was oftenthere with Harry, and so thought, perhaps,he would take care of himself, and did noturge the matter of his going home. He sawthem around the mill awhile, but soon lostsight of them, and thought his advice hadbeen followed. But the boys had only gonearound to the backside of the mill, where therewas the ever-attractive sight of a great swiftmass of water pouring from a flume on to thegreat wheel of the mill. It was always de-lightful to the boys to stand and see the rushand commotion of the water, and the slowly-revolving, ever-dripping wheel. At first theywere satisfied just to watch all this; then theythrew some sticks in back of the flume, andwatched them toss and beat against the bars,as if eager to follow the current of the water.Then they looked about for some new excite-ment. There had been heavy fall rains, andan equinoctial storm of unusual severity, so
WILL-O'-THE-WISP. 53that the water was very high. Part of theflume had given way before the pressure, andthe men had been repairing the damage. Aheavy plank was carelessly left lying acrossfrom the bank of the stream to the flume-oneend resting on the water's edge, the other onthe timbers at the side of the flume-so thatit made a bridge; and out on this those reck-less little adventurers went. The plank waswet and slippery, but they managed to keeptheir foothold until they reached the flume.Then Mickey commenced to walk along onthe edge of it, holding on to the upright barswhich formed the backside, and walking on asmall piece of timber which was nailed acrossthe bars to help keep them in position, andwhich lay just at the water's edge. Two orthree times he went back and forth safely,while Will knelt on the end of the plank,which projected over the edge of the flume,and paddled in the water with one hand.Mickey grew -bold with his success, andfinally stood upright without touching thebars. "Hurrah !" shouted Will, in admiration.5*
54 WILL-O'-THE-WISP." Hooray !" cried Mickey, and pulled off historn cap to wave in the air; but, in the act,he lost his balance, reeled, fell, clutchingwildly at Will as he passed him, and, in an in-stant, both boys were in the water! Poorlittle Mickey's head struck against the edgeof the plank as he fell, and, in a moment, hisgrasp of Will relaxed, and he drifted downunder the gate of the flume, under the greatwheel-to Death. While Will rose to thesurface, half strangled, wild with terror, butwith a frantic instinct left which led him tocatch at the end of the projecting plank, and,almost as by a miracle, he clung to the slip-pery edge. As soon as he could catch hisbreath, a piercing scream rang through themill, heard by all the men, above the noise ofthe rushing water and machinery. Adamheard it. " My God, it is the child !" he said,and, in a moment, was outside the mill, look-ing this way and that. Another scream; andnow it came plainly from the flume. Beforethere was time for another, every man wasrushing out of the mill, but only to see Adam
WILL-O'-THE-WISP. 55coming across the plank with the limp burdenin his arms. All breath and strength had leftpoor Will's body the moment Adam's stronghands seized him.One of the men ran for Mr. Leonard, and,in an instant, Adam had transferred the half-drowned boy to his father's arms. ThenAdam, for the first time, thought of Mickey,and, with white lips, said to the group of men," There was another child !"Will slowly opened his eyes, and after a mo-ment realized what had happened. His firstthought was of poor Mickey. " Mickey is outthere," he moaned, and hid his face in hisfather's breast.Then there was wild confusion-men run-ning to and fro and scanning the water eager-ly, both above and below the mill, while theobject of their search-poor little Mickey'sbody, with the life, the bright young life,crushed out of it forever-slowly drifted downthe stream.Mr. Leonard silently put Will in the armsof one of the men and motioned to him to take
56 WILL-O'-THE-WISP.him home; then he, too, joined in the search.In the course of an hour or two they foundthat which they sought at a little bend in thestream, where it had washed ashore. Thelittle white face, unharmed and most beautifulin its repose, and the small bare feet crossedin an attitude of careless grace. Their rov-ings were all ended.A wide board was brought, and the roughmen took him up tenderly, covered him withone of their coats, and then bore him sadlyhomeward.Will saw them as they went slowly by, andwith a great sob laid his face down again onhis pillow. He had been thoroughly warmed,rubbed and rolled up in hot blankets by hispoor pale mother; and now he lay beside heron the bed. He heard her say, "God helpthem!-God pity his poor mother!" and aswell as so young a child could, he appreciatedthe awful meaning of her words. He was insuch an agony of grief that his mother tried tosoothe and comfort him, and he clung to herhand as if he would never let go of it again.
WJLL-O'-THE-WISP. 57" I will never, never, never run away again,"he whispered at last when he could speak.His father talked with him very kindly, butseriously, that night. He had just come fromthe home where there was such wild sorrowand lamentation, and so he told Will of theanguish he had seen and sympathized with sodeeply, and reminded him how very narrowhad been their escape from just such grief.He talked with him, too, of his great sin, andpoor Will did not offer his usual plea of for-getfulness. In the depths of his penitence hesaw plainly that there was wicked careless-ness back of the forgetfulness."And now, my child," the father said, "Iam going to forbid your coming to the millagain till I think you are old enough and care-ful enough to be trusted. It may be manyyears. Will you promise to obey me in thisthing?""I don't ever want to go there again," Willanswered.That was the end of Will's running away.In the wretched home out of which little
58 WILL-O'-THE-WISP.Mickey had been taken, the Leonards dil allthat lay in their power to soften the dreadfulpresence of death, and lead the stricken house-hold to the great Comforter, who " doth notwillingly afflict," even the most sinful and de-based of "the children of men." There wasone symbol of faith and hope which these poorsouls reverenced and clung to in their wilddistress, and which must ever be the sweetestof all emblems to the loftiest as well as thelowliest soul. So while Mr. Leonard procureda beautiful casket for the remains of Will'spoor little friend, and saw that they were care-fully draped and tenderly laid in it, Mrs.Leonard made a Cross of lovely white flowers,and Alice went to the poor desolate hovel, andgave it to the mother to lay on the peacefullittle breast that should never again knowtrouble or suffering."It was well with the child."
DOORS AND GATES.D OORS are very useful things-indeedthey are among the necessities of civi-lization. Only savages try to get along with-out them; but is there any one thing about ahouse that makes so much trouble? Theyare always getting open when they ought tobe shut, and shut when they ought to be open,and whoever knew a boy, or a girl either, forthat matter, to always open and shut themgently ?I presume the young Leonards were quiteas regardful of such matters as their neigh-bors, but it was surprising how they did for-.get about the doors! Their mother's rule(59)
60 DOORS AND GATES.was, "Leave doors as you find them," a verysimple and excellent one, and one that it wouldseem might be very easily remembered, butthey appeared to find it almost impossible tobear it in mind. All summer Mrs. Leonardliked to have her doors and windows open tothe sunshine and the sweet fresh air, but itwould take a whole summer full of teachingsand requests to get the children trained toleave themopen; and then cool weather wouldcome and it would be just as necessary tohave the doors shut, when lo, it would takeall winter to get our young folks fixed in thehabit of shutting them! All summer themother wearied herself with, " Leave the dooropen, my dear;" "Run back and open thedoor, my boy;" and all winter she made her-self hoarse with, " Shut the door!" " Oh, don'tleave the door open!" " Remember the door!"Then, in spite of the constant cry, " Gently,gently; my boy !" those boys used to come inas if they were pursued by a crazy man or amad dog! And when they shut a door, theydid it with an energy it was a great pity
DOORS AND GATES. 6Icouldn't have been given to some better pur-pose. They frequently, in going out, slammedthe doors as if they were full of wrath at some-thing or somebody, when in truth they wereas happy and unruffled as possible! Theyused up door " fixings," and jarred plasteringoff from the walls at an astonishing rate. Andit was all because they " forgot."The winter of Rosa's babyhood was a veryS trying one in this respect. When a babymakes its entrance into a large and lively fam-ily circle, it usually accommodates itself tocircumstances, and never minds the ordinarynoise and confusion. But was there ever ababy who could sleep undisturbed when adoor close to its head was banged with a re-port like a cannon? I trow not. So Rosa'snaps were very frequently interfered with. Itwas really a serious matter. The little boysdid not go to school, and so there was norespite from their constant in-comings andout-goings. The baby's rest was so disturbedthat she was nearly driven to desperation forwant of sleep, and when babies are in thatS6
62 DOORS AND GATES.condition we all know how their mothersfare.It is a blessing, generally speaking, to haveone's senses all in perfection, but there wascertainly some reason in Johanna's ferventexclamation one day, "Shure an' 'twould bea great blessin' if the child was intirelydeaf!"Yet they all admired and loved their dar-ling little sister, and were really eager to showtheir devotion by doing something in her ser-vice'. It is a great deal easier sometimesto do than not to do, especially if the doingis a brief affair, while the not doing includesconstant watchfulness and self- control. Itwas a great deal easier to draw her about inher little carriage for an hour, or whistle andsing for her benefit, than it was to have athought of her always on coming into theroom, and open and shut the door gently, lestshe might have her nap rudely broken up.The easiest way to come into the room wasjust to bounce in, and then when the mischiefwas all done, apologize with, " Oh, I forgot !"
DOORS AND GATES. 63and make it all right with the baby by smoth-ering her with kisses.It was cold weather now, and a cool breezefrom an open door was not exactly the bestthing for a tender baby lying asleep in awarm little nest of a cradle; and it certainlywas quite the wrong thing for a baby tied ina high chair by a table, or propped up withpillows, playing on the floor. It took a vastamount of watchfulness and extra talking onthe mother's part to keep poor little Rosafrom constant exposure. Alice was a valuableally. She loved the baby so tenderly that shedid not forget about the doors herself, and shewas ever ready to run and shut them afterothers. Harry, too, was somewhat morethoughtful than of old about these matters,but Johnny was so absent-minded and Will sofrisky, that they needed the steady services ofa porter, and the office fell upon Alice, whenshe was out of school. Yet notwithstandingthe mother's care, and the efforts of the littleportress, several times an open door chilledthe baby through and through, and gave het
64 DOORS AND GATES.a dreadful cold. Nothing brought the boysto their senses so quickly as to hear thepoor baby cry hoarsely, or cough. Therewould be great reforms sometimes for a fewdays.Then there were the gates. If such a thingwere possible, the children were more care-less about the gates than they were aboutdoors, for there was not half the opportunityfor the mother to keep watch of them, andcall them back when they had failed to re-member and shut them. Mr. Leonard hadweights put on them so that they drew shutof themselves, but gates that are opened andshut a hundred times a day frequently get outof repair, and when things got out of repair atMr. Leonard's they often stayed so for manya week, waiting for the leisure day, whichwas always coming but never came. So itchanced that the gates were very often left atthe mercy of the boys, and there was troubleenough as the result.Mr. Leonard had a large yard, and he hadset out a great many fruit and ornamental
DOORS AND GATES 65trees. Among the latter were some beautifulEvergreens-Spruces and Pines and Firs, thathe valued very highly. They reminded himof his old mountain home, and he was natu-rally anxious that they should be thrifty andwell preserved. They had been brought froma distance and transplanted with the greatestcare. Mr. Leonard had the good taste tohave them left just as they grew, with thelower branches all untrimmed, so that theywere perfect pyramids of verdure.Then there were various other ornamentaltrees and shrubs scattered about the place,and in summer there was a nice vegetable gar-den, and borders of flowers, and nicely cutgrass, so that the whole place looked lovelyand inviting.Clear Rapids was not yet sufficiently ad-vanced towards a high state of cultivation toenforce a law compelling people to take careof their cattle, or even their swine; and not aday passed when some innocent-looking cowdid not go wandering about the highwaysand bye-ways, ready to go in at any gate6*
66 DOORS AND GATES.which might stand invitingly open. Or somemore ill-favored pig would hang around gar-den gates and back doors, seeking what itmight devour. It was extremely necessaryto keep fences well repaired, and gates care-fully fastened, in this thrifty but unfinishedlittle town. No boys knew this fact betterthan Harry and Johnny and Will Leonard,yet at many different times during the wintersof their forgetful boyhood, they left the gateopen, and before anyone observed the mis-chief that was being done, some old stray cow,after the evil fashion of her race, hooked off aquantity of the lower branches of those pre-cious evergreen trees! Then the boy whohad been guilty of the carelessness, if the faultcould be traced to any particular boy, wouldbe so sorry that he "forgot," and so verysure that he would remember in future,that one couldn't help having faith in him.But after a day or two there would be thegate again open, and perhaps, the very sameboy in fault-especially if that boy was Will,as it was the larger part of the time. The
DOORS AND GATES. 67S fate of all those evergreens was to be trimmedS up about as high as a cow's head could reach!In summer, more than once, there was dread-ful havoc made in the garden by some ma-rauding cow or pig that found the gate leftopen, as if for the express purpose of givingSthem easy entrance. The early cabbageswould vanish like early dew, and the beetsand turnips and other roots would be rootedi beyond all recovery! Poor Alice's flowers,after one of these visitations, would be a wreckof broken stems and trampled leaves. Thework of weeks would be undone in a few hoursor even a few moments. It was melancholyenough! The boys, strange to say, wouldsometimes wreak their vengeance on the pooranimals who had unwittingly trespassed in thisway-just as if they were to blame for follow-ing out the instincts of their nature and eatingSHa that which their appetites craved and w hichwas placed before them! Think of beatingand stoning and otherwise abusing the poordumb brutes for such offences as these! MrsLeonard would not allow it.
68 DOORS AND GATES.But what ought to have been done to thosecareless boys? They were proper subjectsfor penalties. Mr. and Mrs. Leonard used tofeel fairly discouraged sometimes, but whenthey discovered that all their friends' childrenwere more or less afflicted with these sameshort memories, they concluded that it mustbe the weak point of all small brains, and sowent on in the good old way which has beenpracticed in all ages and climes in similarcases. They urged and entreated, coaxed andhired, rewarded and punished, just as yourgood father and mother, my dear little reader,are probably trying to correct your heedless-ness.Their labor was not wholly in vain. Yearby year the children improved. They grewmore thoughtful of their parents and of eachother. When Harry had the care of the gar-den vegetables given to him, he was thirteenyears old, and it was observed that he neverleft the gates open afterward-so strong a mo-tive is the knowledge that it is one's own par-ticular interests that are going to suffer if one
DOORS AND GATES. 69is negligent. Johnny by that time, too, wasgetting some good habits fixed, and habitswere strong points with Johnny. But Will,pool Will-o'-the-Wisp! what could be ex-pected of a boy so intangible as he? Evenwhen he was nine years old he left the barndoor wide open one cold winter night, andthereby gave poor old Prince a lung-fever,while the pretty pony Julie only escaped be-cause she was of Canadian birth, and had been"left out in the cold" before.Will had a perfect genius, as any one mightguess, for putting things out of place, and thenforgetting what he had done with them. Hishandkerchiefs used to disappear like magic.Alice would hem half-a-dozen for him, and hismother would mark them with the utmostcare, and he was exhorted to be very, verycareful not to even lay one down anywhere,but always to return it to one of his pockets,(he was provided with no less than four ofthese, each one deep and capacious) yet of thosesix handkerchiefs, in three months time notone would be left! What did he do .with
70 DOORS AND GATES.them? Whither did they vanish? He neverknew himself. His only answer when questioned as to where they could possibly havegone was, "I guess I laid 'em down some-where and forgot!"Nor did his playthings fare any better. Hismother once counted, just for the sake of thestatistics, "to point a moral or adorn a tale,"the number of balls he had had that she coulddistinctly remember, before he was nine yearsold, and it was eleven; yet now he was feelingabused because all the other boys had got ballsand he " hadn't got one nor had one since hecould remember!"Then his pocket-knives-it would take aseparate volume to write their history! If allthe jack-knives that he had sown around thefields and streets of Clear Rapids could onlyhave " come up" and borne fruit, each after itskind, there would have been such a crop ofjack-knives as would have seriously affectedthe market! I don't know but the effect wouldiave been felt in Sheffield!
DOORS AND GATES. 71They, too, went with the handkerchiefs-"laid down somewhere and forgot."Mr. Leonard liked to keep a few tools andimplements of labor on hand-a saw and axe,a hammer, hatchet and screw-driver, and ahoe, rake and spade, together with some small-er tools, like files and nippers and cork-screws.But it was a privilege that he was not allowedto enjoy. He was not restricted as to buyingthese articles; it was the keeping them thatwas so difficult. For Will loved to tinker, andhad a mania for driving nails and sawing andsplitting, and his practice in regard to toolswas to leave them where he used them! Thatwas frequently in some undreamed of place,that it would baffle his own memory to recall,and so it came to pass that everything in theway of tools was habitually missing.Some fathers, I suppose, would have for-bidden the little fellow to touch the toolsafter such exhibitions of carelessness; perhapswould have locked things up, and kept thekey safe in their own pockets, but Will's fatherwas tender-hearted, very, and poor Will must
72 DOORS AND GATES.do something, and had, like his brother Harry,"such a coaxin' way wid him," as Johannasaid, that refusal or severity seemed impos-sible to Mr. Leonard. So Will sawed andpounded away, and every few weeks his fatherbought a new hammer or a new hatchet, orsome other of Will's favorite utensils. Whatdid the boy do with them ? Did he bury themup in the earth, or throw them into the river,or down the well? He declared solemnly thathe did not, but certain it is they were seldomfound. Once in a while a hammer would bespaded up in the garden-rusty and ancient-looking; and when the hay was pretty nearlygone in the spring, Harry would sometimesfind quite a rich deposit of missing tools thathad gathered in the loft of the barn during thewinter; and spring-time pickings-up and clear-ings-away, in both wood-house and barn, oftenrevealed long-lost treasures. But as a generalthing when a hammerlor hatchet disappeared,that was the last of it. There was a possibilitythat some of Will's vagrant friends were awareof his weaknesses and profited by his leavings.
DOORS AND GATES. 73Will's standing explanation of his losses wasthat he didn't remember having the missingarticles at all! But sometimes he seemed tohave a dim recollection of laying them downsomewhere for a few minutes while he turnedhis attention to some new employment, andthen forget to go back after them!Harry and Johnny were not as charitable andlenient towards Will as their father was. Theykept their possessions away from the youngdestroyer with jealous care, after he had lost aknife or two for each of them, and sundry othervaluables. Johnny, in particular, set a greatvalue, as we know, on all his stores, and Willpleaded in vain for even a brief loan fromJohnny's " strong box." He had a nice littletool-chest, also, well furnished with all sortsof most desirable implements, that his UncleHarold had given him on a memorableChristmas, and Will would have been delight-ed to share in the use of its contents; butwhen it first came into Johnny's possession helet Will have the benefit of it one day, and hescattered the nice little shining tools so far7
74 DOORS AND GATES.and wide that it was several days before allwere found and restored to their originalplaces. After that Johnny had no compassionor generosity towards poor Will. It did notlook very kind and brotherly to a casual ob-server to see Will beg in vain for the use of agimblet or saw "just a minute;" but to onewho knew all the circumstances, I think John-ny's conduct was quite justified.But Will felt abused, and did not fail to be-stow upon Johnny the unflattering title of a"stingy old miser;" and he lisped when hesaid it, which with Will, at his present age ofeight years, indicated strong emotion. Thetruth was, Will was so free with all his ownpossessions that he couldn't make any distinc-tions between prudence and meanness! Hedid not care who helped themselves to hisplaythings, and he did not always stop to askleave before helping himself to other chil-dren's. Johnny, however, knew his viewsand practices, and kept his chest locked andthe key in his own pocket. But one day hewas in a great hurry to get to the mill with a
DOORS AND GATES. 75little water-wheel which he had been making,and which Adam had promised to help himset up in a safe place near the mill,-in sogreat a hurry that he forgot his usual customand ran right away from the side of his tool-Schest where he had been working, and left itnot only unlocked but open. Will was roam-ing around, feeling very melancholy over thefact that his prohibition to go near the millwas still in force, when he went into thewood-house chamber, where Johnny had beenat work. Here was a treasure-trove, indeed!He threw off his hat and commenced opera-tions. He would make a wind-mill that shouldrival Johnny's water-wheel; and he planedand bored and whittled, as if he were hand-ling his own utensils. In the course of anhour or two he had it completed, and then hedecided to put it on the roof of the barn.Out he ran, and fixed the ladder up againstthe barn in a convenient position. Then hemounted it, scrambled up the roof, with hiswind-mill in one hand and a hammer andnails in the other, and was ready to nail it
76 DOORS AND GATES.in the desired place, but his nail, he found,split the soft wood of the standard, and hedecided he would use a screw instead. Thiswould necessitate some new tools; so downhe came after a gimblet, screw and screw-driver. "I'll just take the whole chest upthere, he thought, and then I shan't have tocome down again after anything." So up onthe top of the barn went Johnny's precioustool- chest. Will fastened the wind-mill onnow just to his mind, right on the gable-endof the barn, in a very breezy and conspicuousposition. Of course, he perilled his preciousneck, leaning over the edge of the barn-roofin a truly frightful way; but he came downsafely, well pleased with his work, and leftJohnny's tool-chest open, just out of sight, onthe barn roof, and forgot all about it!One of Will's peculiarities was to take nointerest in anything after he had finishedit. Did any of my young readers ever know aboy with such an unaccountable trait asthat?All day long he would be getting materials
DOORS AND GATES. 77together for some new box or-cage or trap,bothering his father for screws and wires andcertain kinds of boards; worrying JohannaIand his mother about strings, and bits ofleather and glue, which latter article he wassure to upset on the stove; and then all of an-other day he would be pounding and sawingand boring in the kitchen or the wood-house.But no matter how hard he worked, or howtriumphant he was over what he succeededin making, within three days it would beabandoned and left underfoot. After Johannahad stumbled over it half a dozen times, shewould use it for kindling-wood, and Willwould take no exceptions. Evidently, withWill, all pleasure lay in the pursuit; so as soonas the vind-mill was finished, it lost its charm,and Will betook himself to " fresh fields andpastures new."Johnny came home at tea-time, silentlyhappy over the success of his wheel, and allthat evening was busy planning how he shouldmake his wheel work to some purpose, as thepropeller either of a saw or grist mill. His
78 DOORS AND GATES.head was so full of his schemes that he forgotall about his neglected tool-chest.That night it rained furiously. The nextday was Sunday, and the boys did not go intotheir favorite play-room-the wood-housechamber. But Monday morning early Johnnywent in to make a beginning on his mill, andwas dumb with surprise to find his chest andtools all gone!After a moment, however, he recoveredhimself, and went down into the kifchen tomake inquiries. How he hoped that Johannaor his mother had kindly closed the chest, andput it away in some safe place! To be sure,he didn't know why they should meddle withit at all, but women were frequently given toclearing away boys' traps; so he asked Jo-hanna if she had done anything with it." Niver a bit," she answered. Then he wentto his mother-" Why, no, my dear; you hadbetter ask Will," she said.Johnny's heart felt heavy enough with aforeboding of evil at the mere mention ofWill's name, but he went in pursuit of him.
DOORS AND GATES. 79He found him, after considerable search,perched on the top round of a ladder, whichwas leaning up against a new barn that wasbeing built in the neighborhood, and drivingnails with a very professional air. " Hallocyou there !" cried Johnny. " What have yoL.done with my tool-chest ?"Will nearly fell off from the ladder, whatwith the suddenness of Johnny's accusation,and the dreadful truth which flashed throughhis guilty soul! Johnny's tool-chest was onthe top of the barn at home IDown came the conscience stricken littlewretch, and without a word of explanation toJohnny, off he darted towards home as fast ashis nimble legs would carry him, while Johnnyfollowed wrathfully behind. He had the lad-der up against the barn in a trice, and then amoment after he had the little tool chest inS his hands, and stood looking ruefully first atat it and then at his terrible brother. It wasopen, and with the tools all thrown in helterskelter just as he had left them, but it washalf full of water, bright red with red chalk
80 DOORS AND GATES.and rust from the tools, and the cover wasall warped, and one side of the chest bulgedout with the soaking it had received."Bring it down here, you rascal!" criedJohnny, fairly choking with grief and anger,for he guessed the whole truth; and Will,who was no coward, if he was a "rascal,"brought it slowly down.Johnny burst into tears, so did Will. ButJohnny was in a towering passion, while poorWill was remorseful and self-abased." Oh, I am tho thorry I forgot," began Will,in broken tones, but Johnny took his chestand ran in to his mother without deigning tohear a word of explanation.It was such a pity, such a pity The nicelypolished tools all stained and rusty, the chestspoiled, and Johnny's pleasant temper in sucha state of passionate excitement. All becauseof Will's perverse way of meddling withwhat did not belong to him, and his miserablecarelessness!The good mother was sad enough about it,but she tried to pour oil upon the troubled
DOORS AND GATES. 81waters, soothed Johnny, and said very littlein the way of reproof to Will, who evidentlyS felt sufficiently self-condemned. She tried tohave them "make up and be friends," butJohnny was too unhappy to accept any ofWill's overtures. The sunshine all faded outof that beautiful June morning.Johnny finally went away by himself to getover his trouble-that was his way; and thenWill came and laid his hot, tearful face downon his mother's shoulder."Mother," he said, "how much do yousuppose that velocipede is worth that UncleHarold gave me, last summer ?"" I don't know, my dear; but ten or fifteendollars, perhaps," she answered." And-how-much-was-the-tool chestworth ?" he sobbed."About the same, I think."" Well, please get father to sell my veloci-pede, and get another tool-chest," he said, en-treatingly."Yes, Will, I will try and have it done,"she promised.
82 DOORS AND GATES.A few weeks later Tommy Wilcox rodeWill's darling velocipede, and Johnny, blush-ing to the roots of his hair with pleased sur-prise, tinctured perhaps with a slight degreeof mortification at the remembrance of hispassion, was formally presented by Will witha new tool-chest.Will himself meekly accepted the wrecks ofthe former one, and whether it was in conse-quence of the severe lesson he had received,of which the spotted tools kept him constant-ly in mind, or because he was growing slowlyinto a better boy, certain it was, he from thattime forth took better care of tools.
IV.HOW JOHNNY AND WILL DID ERRANDS.F ATHERS and mothers work incessantlyfor their children and they " count it alljoy." It is part of God's wise and beautifulplan for the happiness of his creatures. It isa blessed thing for both parents and children,that love lightens the labor of caring for thelittle ones; but because the burden is borneso cheerfully is no reason why children shouldnot be grateful and anxious to do all they canin return. It is very little they can do-a fewsteps now and then-an occasional errand, ora little easy work once in a while. This is allWith what cheerful zeal ought they to undertake it, and with what care follow every di(83)
84 JOHNNY AND WILL DOING ERRANDS.rection given by those whose hands neverweary and whose feet never tire in the serviceof their darling children !No boys ever knew their duty in this re-spect better than Johnny and Will Leonard.No boys could be found who would morereadily acknowledge their indebtedness totheir dear parents. They were all right intheory, it was only in practice that there wastrouble.Johnny was a slow boy to start always.He hated to leave anything that he was doin gand in which he was deeply interested, and itwas very hard for him to get his thoughts offfrom one pursuit and on to another. Thismay make a great man of Johnny some day,but it is sometimes inconvenient in smallboys.As to Will he started so quickly that he didnot half know what he had started for. Hewas like a gun that would go off " halfcock-ed," as the boys say--a very unpleasant habitindeed, whether in a gun or boy.Between the two boys Mrs. Leonard used
JOHNNY AND WILL DOING ERRANDS. 85to be pretty severely tried. Patience had tohave its perfect work. The only consolationshe had was that she could see from year toyear an improvement in each of their verydiversely endowed characters. When theywere little fellows of six and eight years old,she tried to teach them the good and neces-sary lessons of industry and orderliness. Shehad each one have his own regular daily du-ties; and she tried to have each hold himselfready at any time to run with pleasure on er-rands for herself or the family. But the amountof actual help she really got out of the littlefellows did not at all compare with the troubleshe had in getting it. That is the rule withall boys and girls' work at first, so that eventhe little they do is for their own benefit andnot their friends. It is disciplinary; but look-ing at it in that light, it is very beneficial tomothers and fathers, so that after all it doesamount to something!These short memories of Johnny's and Will'swere the greatest hindrance to their useful-ness. Even when they were nine and eleven8
86 JOHNNY AND WILL DOING ERRANDS.years old, they had not got them trained to avery high state of perfection. Let us see howmany times in a single week they "forgot,"either their regular duties or the little requestswhich their friends made. We will look atthem on a Monday morning very soon afterthe affair of the tool-chest. One of the thingstheir mother required of them was on washingday to heap up Johanna's wood-box with smallwood; and just before it was time for them togo to school, she stepped out into the kitchento see if they had done their duty. As shefeared, the box was empty, and Johanna wascoming in with an arm-full of wood, which shedeposited with a crash, and then went to thesink to wash off the bits of bark, etc., whichclung to her moist bare arms."Why, where are the boys ?" said Mrs.Leonard. " You should have asked them tobring in the wood."" Faith, an' I'd much rather get it meself!"answered Johanna. "It's hard enough I haveto work widout chasin' and drivin' them boys!"So Mrs. Leonard looked them up and hur-
JOHNNY AND WILL DOING ERRANDS. 87ried them in to fill the box in three minutes,which was all the time there was before theymust go to school. " Dear me!" cried Will,"we forgot everything about that wood," andthey rushed in and nearly upset Johanna andthemselves by coming in collision with herand a basket of clothes. Into the wood-housethey went headlong, and Johnny got a sliverin his finger, and Will stubbed his toe, but thebox was filled in three minutes. That showswhat a vast amount of work was required ofthem!At school their teacher asked them to taketheir geographies home at night and do a littleextra studying, as the close of the term wasclose at hand, and they were reviewing for ex-amination. Neither one of them thought of ittill they commenced to study their lessons thenext day, when, do the best they could, theirrecitation showed the neglect. They wereconsiderably mortified, out they would haveforgotten the geographies again if the teacherhad not remembered for them, and at the closeof school reminded all the class not to forget
88 JOHNNY AND WILL DOING ERRANDS.the books. Poor young lady she had dutiesenough of her own to remember, but she musttax her mind with all that these careless boysand girls ought to have kept in mind for them-selves.Tuesday evening after school, Mrs. Leonardsaid to Johnny, " I wish you would run downto Mr. Landon's store and bring me a spool ofnumber seventy thread, so that I can finish upthese shirts of Harry's before dark."Away goes Johnny slowly-running was nothis natural gait-and back he comes just atdark with a spool of thread as black as thegathering darkness."Oh, dear me! what were you thinking of?"cried the mother. " Do you suppose I makeshirts with black thread! and what did keepyou so?"Johnny's recollections suddenly seemed toreturn, " Why, I forgot all about what it wasfor," he said, "and did you say you was in ahurry ?"Mrs. Leonard looked wearied, "Will myJohnny ever learn to pay attention," she