. St. Nicholas [serial]. o patient, and so great!They point a truth for age and youth : be persevering -—work and wait !Perform the task God gave thee ; ask no other boon than work itself—To serve the Lord is thy reward, far finer than all worldly pelf. Year follows year; new things appear; but ne\-er change the grand old hills,Though autumn gray will soon be gay with green an:l gold of dafTodils,—Yet now winds whirl the leaves and swirl around those hills, and strive to shake,While thunders black with crooked crack of lightning strike, but never break ! WHAT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED—AND WHAT HAPPE
. St. Nicholas [serial]. o patient, and so great!They point a truth for age and youth : be persevering -—work and wait !Perform the task God gave thee ; ask no other boon than work itself—To serve the Lord is thy reward, far finer than all worldly pelf. Year follows year; new things appear; but ne\-er change the grand old hills,Though autumn gray will soon be gay with green an:l gold of dafTodils,—Yet now winds whirl the leaves and swirl around those hills, and strive to shake,While thunders black with crooked crack of lightning strike, but never break ! WHAT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED—AND WHAT HAPPENED! BY MARIE W. SMITH (aGE I4) {Silver Badge)Jimmy Jones was not a model boy ; consequently, whenhis mother forbade him to go fishing he was all themore anxious to go. After thinking over his hard lotfor some time, Jimmy decided to go fishing—punish-ment, or no punishment. He then rose and saunteredleisurely out to the barn, where he collected his fishingparaphernalia, and set out at a brisk walk for the all by ROGER W. WENTVVOKTH, AGE T5.(SILVER BADGE.) It happened that on this particular day Mrs. Joneswas giving a luncheon-party. The lunch was to beserved at one-thirty. At ten minutes past one excused herself and hurried into the kitchen. Has nt the fish man come yet ? she inquired ner-vously of the cook. No m, he has nt come yet! And I have nt gotany more time than I need now, the cook replied. At this moment the kitchen door opened and in stepped Jimmy. In his right hand he held a stringwith eight good-sized pickerel on it. Oh Jimmy ! let me have those fish. The fish manhas nt come yet, and the guests have all arrived!cried Mrs. Jones. Jimmy handed her the string without a word andthen went quietly to his room, for he felt that it be-hooved him to be very good, since he had just dis-obeyed his mother. At the supper-table Jimmy was greeted with, Con-gratulations, Mr. Fisherman ! from his father, and :
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