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Light for Little Ones.




  LIGHT
  FOR
  LITTLE ONES.

  BY
  MARY F. WATERBURY.

  PORTLAND:
  HOYT, FOGG AND BREED.
  1872.




  Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1872, by
  HOYT, FOGG & BREED,
  in the Clerk's Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.


  THURSTON, PRINTER, PORTLAND.




CONTENTS.


                                                             PAGE

  CHAPTER I. Frankie and his Home                               7

    "    II. The Adventure in the Creek                        11

    "   III. Aleck--the New Friend                             20

    "    IV. Remember the Sabbath Day                          27

    "     V. Frankie trusts in Christ                          35

    "    VI. The First Day of School                           40

    "   VII. The Coasting Match--who beat?                     47

    "  VIII. Aleck goes Home                                   55

    "    IX. The Visit to Aleck's Grave. The Father's Return   59

    "     X. Conclusion                                        63




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CHAPTER I.

FRANKIE AND HIS HOME.


Frankie's home was on the bank of a large creek, the Kayaderossevass.
Its water turned the great wheels of many a mill and factory. These
mills were long, high buildings, filled with windows, and having steep,
dusty, narrow stairways. The water was clear and blue when it flowed by
Frankie's home, but after that it went foaming and dashing over the dam,
and seemed intent upon doing as much work, and making as much noise as
it could. It made the wheels whirl around, and they started the
machinery in the mills, and then for a buzz and whirr and roar all day
long!

The house in which Frankie lived was white, with a piazza across the
front covered with trumpet honey-suckles--those bright red flowers,
shaped like trumpets, just the thing for fairies to blow, they are so
delicate and pretty. Around the house was a large yard full of trees and
shrubs. Outside of the fence stood a row of poplars, as tall and
straight as soldiers on guard. There were maples too, and, every autumn,
Jack Frost painted their leaves crimson and yellow.

Do you know Jack Frost? He is the merry fellow who pinches your fingers
and toes, and the end of your nose and the tips of your ears; and who,
to atone for all that, on winter nights draws those beautiful pictures
on the window panes for you to look at in the morning. He thinks,
perhaps, that you will look at them instead of teasing "mamma" for
breakfast. Some of the trees Jack did not paint, but left them green all
winter. These were the pines, with their brown cones, and the firs.

How do you like the outside of Frankie's home? The inside was just as
pleasant, that is, if any house can be as pleasant as the sky, and
clouds, and trees filled with singing birds. The sun came in at the
window, where there bloomed scarlet geraniums and heliotropes, and near
which a golden canary sang his cheerful songs; and Mrs. Western,
Frankie's mother, was so cheerful and good that any place would be
pleasant where she was. Frankie's father was in California. It was a sad
day when he bade his wife "good-bye," and lifted Frankie in his arms for
the last kiss; but he must leave them, to earn money, so that they could
keep their pleasant home, for when his factory burned down one windy
night, he lost, with it, all his property.

After a few months had passed, Frankie did not miss his father, but
played as merrily as ever. What a comfort he was to his mother! So
strong, healthful, and happy all the day long! In only one way did he
give his mother trouble. He had a very strong will and quick temper,
and when he could not have his own way, would sometimes speak hasty,
angry words. But his patient mother taught him the wickedness of
yielding to his temper, and by gentle words led him to see how dark is
the life of sin, and how light and pleasant the "way of holiness."

How Frankie learned to "walk in the light," we shall see from the
following chapters.

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CHAPTER II.

THE ADVENTURE IN THE CREEK.


"Hurra! hurra!" shouted Ben Field, Joe West, and Willie Prime, throwing
up their caps, and giving an extra cheer as they stopped in front of
Mrs. Western's gate.

"What are you hurraing for?" asked Frankie, who stood inside the gate,
whistling, with both hands in his pockets.

"Coz you've got pants on," said Ben. "You won't have to stay in the yard
now all the time, just as if you're a girl."

"Don't know," Frankie said, doubtfully, putting his hand on the latch.

"That's right, Frank," said Joe, "come on; we'll have a game of
marbles. I ain't too big to play with a little fellow, are you, Will?"

Joe was eight and Willie seven years old, and though Frankie was but
six, he _felt_ quite as large in his new pants and jacket, as either of
them; so he said, with an odd little air of dignity, "I _ain't_ a little
fellow, and I don't want to play marbles."

"Of course not," said Willie, "or you'd wear dresses. I did. I can just
remember."

"He had a dress on yesterday, and a sun-bonnet," Ben said, with a
provoking laugh. "He's growed a lot since then."

"Stop laughing at me, Ben Field. Do you see my copper toes," and one of
the new boots was thrust threateningly through the fence.

"Never mind him, Frank," said good-natured Joe. "Come on, boys, let's go
to the creek and wade."

"Don't you want to go too?" asked Willie, seeing Frankie's wistful look
at the mention of the creek.

"Oh yes!" he exclaimed, delightedly. "Just wait a minute till I ask
mamma;" and off he ran, tumbling down two or three times, and rushing
into the house like a small hurricane. Not in the kitchen, nor the
sitting-room; "Where is mamma?" he said to himself impatiently. At last
he opened the parlor door and found her there, fast asleep on the sofa.
"Oh dear!" he thought, discontentedly. "Mamma never'll let me wake her
up, an' the boys won't wait, an' I can't go." With a sad face he went
back to the gate. "I can't go. Mamma's asleep." He put his hands in his
pockets, winked his eyes very fast, and began to whistle. All this to
keep from crying, and disgracing his new pants by acting like a girl.

"I don't believe your mother'll care one bit. Just to walk to the
creek," said Joe.

"No, of course she won't," added Will. "Take off your boots and go
barefoot like us boys."

The temptation to go barefooted was too strong for Frankie, so down he
plumped on the grass, and off came the copper-toed boots and clean white
stockings. In a few minutes all four boys were running along the dusty
road in their bare feet. It seemed very new and funny for a while, but
after they had gone half a mile, Frankie began to wish for the cool
shade and moist greensward of home. The sun burned his head, and the
sand of the road his feet.

"Oh dear!" he said, "ain't we most there?"

"Tired a'ready!" laughed Ben. "You're a great boy. Better go home and
sit in mammy's lap."

In his sorrowful little heart, poor, tired Frankie wished most heartily
that he was on his mother's lap that very minute, but he thought it
wouldn't be manly to say so. He was too tired even to resent what Ben
had said, so he kept still and trudged on.

"I know what we'll do," said Joe. "Will and I'll make a chair and carry
you. And you, Ben Field, had better keep mighty still, or I'll settle
your case in a hurry." For some reason, just then Ben thought best to
start off in pursuit of a butterfly.

Joe and Willie made a chair of their crossed hands, on which Frankie
seated himself, and put an arm around each of the boys' necks. This mode
of traveling pleased him very much, and it seemed but a little while
before they reached the creek.

[Illustration: "WILL AND I'LL MAKE A CHAIR AND CARRY YOU." Page 14.]

"Ain't it jolly?" said Joe, as he led Frankie into the clear, cool
water.

"Oh! oh! see the fishes! the dear little fishes!" said Frankie, stooping
to pick them up. But the gay little shiners knew better than to allow
themselves to be picked up, even by such a nice little boy. Losing his
balance in his attempts to seize one of them, Frankie had a sudden bath
in the creek.

"Oh dear! my new pants and jacket!" was the first thing the wet little
fellow found breath to say after Joe and Willie had fished him out of
the water and set him on the bank to dry.

"That comes of bringin' babies along," said Ben, running down the bank.

That was the drop too much, and Frankie commenced crying, saying,
between his sobs, "I want to go home. Oh! please let's go home."

So Joe and Will made a chair again for Frankie and started for home,
leaving Ben to enjoy his wading alone.

They set Frankie down by the gate, and, picking up his boots and
stockings, he went into the house.

"Why, Frankie Western!" exclaimed his mother, as the wet, muddy, rueful
little figure stood in the sitting-room door. "Where have you been? Your
new clothes are ruined." And, carrying the speechless little fellow into
the kitchen, she soon had him thoroughly washed, and put on one of his
old dresses in place of the new pants and jacket which were hung up for
future attention.

It was a good deal of water for one day, and the crash towel was rough,
and to go back into a dress and apron after wearing pants, was something
of a trial, but the poor child was too tired, and too glad to be at home
to care much about it. After he was dressed he sat contentedly in his
chair till supper-time, then ate his bread and milk and went to bed. It
was not long before he was dreaming of fishes and creeks, and muddy
pants, nor _very_ long before the morning sun drove away the dreams and
opened his eyes. Jumping up, he put on his stockings and boots, but
pants and jacket were nowhere to be seen, nothing but the brown gingham
dress and apron.

"Mamma, mamma, I want my pants. Please, mamma," he said, running into
the kitchen where his mother was getting breakfast.

"They must be cleaned first. Put on your dress and come to breakfast."
Her voice was so pleasant that Frankie forgot his impatience, and
dressed himself quickly and quietly.

After breakfast he was about to run out as usual, when his mother said,

"No, Frankie. Mother wants you to stay in the house this morning. She
has something to say to you."

"But I don't want to stay, mamma," and he walked slowly toward the door.

"Frankie _must_ stay." This was decisive, and he sat down in his chair.

After his mother had finished her work, she took him into the
sitting-room, and gave him a seat on a stool by her side.

"Now, Frankie," she said, "I want you to tell me just what you did and
where you went yesterday afternoon."

Frankie gave a truthful account of his adventures at the creek. Then his
mother said, "Did you know you were disobeying your mother, and, more
than that, disobeying God?"

"O mamma, I didn't think, I wanted to go so much," and Frankie looked
as though he wanted to cry.

"I know you _wanted_ to go, but you must do what is _right_, not what
you _want_ to do. I will teach you a verse from the Bible that you must
remember whenever you are tempted to disobey your mother. It is this:
'Children _obey_ your parents in the Lord, for this is right.' Can you
repeat it now?"

After a few trials, Frankie could say it without a mistake, and he
seemed to understand it, for, when his mother told him that he could run
out and play, he put his arms around her neck and kissed her, saying
softly, "I'll remember, mamma, that God tells me to mind you."

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CHAPTER III.

ALECK--THE NEW FRIEND.


Frankie had never been to school, but his mother had taught him to read,
and had given him some nice books. These he used to read over and over
again until he almost had them by heart. Then, every Sunday his teacher
selected a good Sunday School book for him to read during the week. The
book she gave him on the Sabbath after his adventure in the creek, was
the story of a naughty boy who disobeyed his parents. Frankie read the
story with great interest, and did not leave it until it was finished;
then, going to his mother, he said, earnestly,

"Mamma, did Miss Campbell know I didn't mind you and went to the
creek?"

"I don't know, Frankie," replied his mother. "Why do you ask?"

"Because she gave me a book that tells about a little boy that didn't
mind, and ran away to a pond, and got drowned; and I thought she must
have known it."

"It may be that she did, but that is of less consequence than the fact
that God knows it. Think of it, Frankie, the great and holy God! He sees
everything you do, and hears everything you say, and knows all your
thoughts."

"Oh, dear!" sighed Frankie. "I wish he didn't. I never can have any more
fun when I think of that. Is he looking at us all the time, every one of
us?"

"'Every one of us, and all the time,'" answered his mother. "'His eyes
are in every place, beholding the evil and the good.' But that need not
trouble you, if you do right."

"But I don't do right, you know, mamma, _always_, and I don't believe I
can if I try ever so hard. I get tired being good too. I want to play
and have fun."

"'Tired being good,' my child. It is the only way to be happy. I know a
little boy who is happy all day long, and all he has to make him so, is
'being good.' I am going to take something to his sick mother this
evening, and you may go with me."

"Is it the little lame boy, mamma, that lives down by the paper-mill?
Oh, won't that be nice! and may I take him one of my books to read?"
Frankie asked eagerly.

His mother helped him choose a book, and, after tea, they started. Their
way led them along the bank of the creek. The sun was just setting and
all the sunset colors were reflected in the water. The hush of the
Sabbath was on the busy, noisy village, and nothing could be heard but
the faint hum of insects and the good-night song of the birds. Walking
by his mother's side, with his hand in hers, all these pleasant sights
and sounds around them, and in his heart the thought of pleasing poor,
lame Aleck,--all these made Frankie quietly happy. Looking up into his
mother's face, he said, "God is looking at us now, mamma, and I ain't
afraid. I wish I could see him too."

"If you love and obey God, Frankie, you will see him, for when you die,
He will take you to heaven, to live with him forever." This and much
more his mother said, and Frankie listened and pondered her words in his
childish heart.

At last they reached the widow's little brown house at the foot of a
steep, wood-covered hill. It was a "wee sma' place," as widow Espey
said, but "didna they hae a' the bonny world outside?"

The sick woman was lying on a clean white bed in one corner of the room.
Her face was pale and thin, but the light of a sweet content shone
through her eyes. The lame boy, Aleck, was sitting by the bed, his
crutches lying on the floor beside him. He had his mother's face, and
the same patient, happy look.

"We have been talkin', my bairn an' I, o' the guid land on the ither
side," the widow said, after her visitors were seated. "I dinna ken the
time, but it wi' nae' be lang before I sha' gang awa' to my ain
countrie."

Tears came into Aleck's eyes and rolled down his thin, white cheeks.

"Dinna greet, laddie, dinna greet," and the mother stroked his hand that
was clasped in hers. "The time wi' be as naething before the guid God
wi' ca' ye too, an' we sha' aye dwell thegither. Dinna doot his word, my
bairn."

The child bravely kept back his tears and said, "Nae, mither, I ken it
wi' a' be for the best; but oh, my ain mither, take your laddie wi' ye,"
and again the tears came to his eyes.

Frankie's tender heart was touched. Going to Aleck's side, he said
eagerly, "Don't cry, little boy. You may have _my_ mamma if your mamma
dies."

Instantly the dying mother's face brightened, and she said, in faint,
earnest tones, "O Mrs. Western, if ye wad be a mither to my mitherless
bairn."

"With God's help I will. He shall be to me as my own child," said Mrs.
Western, going nearer the bedside.

"Noo I can gang to my hame wi' a gladsome heart. The Laird wi----." The
voice grew fainter, fainter, the breathing shorter. The sobbing child
clung about his mother's neck, all the anguish of his soul in the cry,
"O mither, mither." The mother's lips moved silently, a glorified look
overspread the pallid face, then came the awful stillness. The boy had
lost a mother; heaven had gained an angel.

All the sad rites were performed under Mrs. Western's supervision, and,
when everything was done, even to the turfing of the last resting-place
in the quiet cemetery, the brown cottage was sold, and Aleck was taken
to Frankie's home. He shared Frankie's room, and Mrs. Western did all
that she could to lighten his lonely little heart. He mourned for his
mother in a quiet, patient way, but seemed anxious to be cheerful, and
grateful for his pleasant home and kind friends.

Thus, in the great darkness, the Lord made his pathway light. "He
carries the lambs in his arms."

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CHAPTER IV.

REMEMBER THE SABBATH DAY.


The sunny summer passed away; autumn came and brightened the hills and
valleys for a little time, then was buried beneath its own dead leaves;
and now winter has brought its snow and cold winds to Frankie's home.

Frankie loves the winter. The keen winds only make his eyes brighter and
cheeks rosier. Then he has such a nice sled, and there are such famous
hills for coasting! To be sure, it mars his pleasure to think of Aleck,
who is so lame and weak that he has to stay in the house all the time,
but he is a merry-hearted little fellow, and dearly loves to go flying
down the long hill on his swift-going sled.

"I say it's too bad, Aleck! Can't you _ever_ ride down hill?" Frankie's
bright face looked troubled. He was buttoning his warm overcoat, to go
out for a morning ride.

Aleck's patient face for a moment wore a sad, weary look, then, looking
up cheerfully, he said, "Oh, I dinna mind, Frankie,--not much. You ken
I'm used to staying i' the house. Then this window is sae sunny, and
Dickie sings most a' the time, and the flowers are sae bonny."

"Well, _I_ get awful tired when I have to stay in. It's just like having
Sunday every day." Frankie gave his fur cap an energetic pull over his
eyes, and was starting off with a merry whistle, but his mother, who had
been a quiet listener to the conversation, said, "Wait a moment,
Frankie, I want to talk to you. Why is it that you do not like Sunday?
Don't you like to give _one_ day to God for all the six working and
playing days He gives you?"

"I want to go, mamma. Oh, dear, the boys'll be gone," was the impatient
reply, as he twisted the knob of the half-opened door. "Can't I go,
mamma?"

Mrs. Western said nothing, and, unheeding her reproachful look, he ran
off, drawing his sled after him.

It was a clear, crisp, sparkling winter morning. Coasting never was
better, and Joe and Will were as merry as ever, but Frankie did not
enjoy it.

"What's the matter, Frank?" asked Joe, seeing his sorrowful expression.
"Fingers cold?"

"No," said Frankie, "but I am going home," and without a word of
explanation he ran off. Rushing into the sitting-room, his eyes filled
with tears, he put his arms around his mother's neck and said, "O mamma,
I am sorry."

"So am I, darling," said his mother, kissing the tearful face. "Sit down
here by me and we will talk a little about the Sabbath, and see why it
is my little boy dislikes it so much."

"I would like it, mamma, only it is so long. I don't like to keep so
still, and I get so sleepy in church, and I keep thinking about my sled
and the fun I could have if it wasn't Sunday." He paused, quite
satisfied that he had made a good case for himself, and his mother,
taking up her sewing, told him, in her low, calm tones, the following
story.

"A father sent his little boy on a long journey, through a dark and
dangerous way; but before bidding him good-bye, he gave him a letter
which would tell him how to escape the dangers, and how to find the way
through the darkness. This is what he said to the child, who stood all
eagerness and haste to be gone.

"'My child, you are just starting on your journey. You are full of life
and hope, and the way looks bright before you, but even in this broad,
sunny path, are many dangers; and, as you travel further, the path
narrows, the flowers are fewer, and the forest is darker; still further
on, are rocks, and underbrush, and pitfalls, and at the end of this
rough way is a dark and rapid river which you must cross. If you pass
over this stream safely, you will find yourself in a beautiful place. In
that land I will give you a home, and you shall live with me forever.'

"'But how can I go all that dark way, father?' and the boy's face was
full of doubt and fear.

"The father handed him a letter, saying,

"'This letter will tell you just what to do. Whenever you are in
trouble, look at this. Nothing can happen to you about which this will
not help you. But you are not to travel all the time. Every seventh day
you shall pause in your journey to rest and read this letter, and think
of all I have told you, and of the pleasant home to which you are going.
It will give you so much strength, and make your heart so light and
happy that you can travel faster and further than if you had not
stopped.'

"'But need I stop at first, father, when the way is easy and I am not
tired?' asked the boy.

"'Oh yes, my child, or you will forget it by and by; then, though the
way be easy, it has dangers which you cannot avoid unless you study the
letter very carefully, and store it in your mind, so that you will know
what to do if danger comes suddenly. Therefore, my child, remember to
rest in your journey one day out of seven, read this letter, and think
of your father and the home beyond the river.'

"Merrily the child started off, chasing the butterflies and plucking the
flowers as he ran along the sunny way, so full of glee that he seldom
thought of his father's letter until the day of rest came. Then he read
it, and tried to think of what his father had said to him; but it was
very hard to shut out the visions of the butterflies and birds and
flowers. He was restless and tired, for he cared more to please himself
than obey his father; so he gradually gave up the day of rest, and then
commenced his troubles. All his roses were full of sharp thorns, the
path was crowded with rough stones and pricking briers, great snakes
darted out from the trunk of every fallen tree, and he grew so weary
with constant running, was so bruised with frequent stumbling, and so
torn and scratched with briers, that you would hardly have known him. If
he had gone on in this way much longer I do not think he ever could have
reached the pleasant home which his father was to have ready for him.
But in the midst of his troubles he remembered the letter, and, drawing
it out of his pocket, read the almost forgotten message, 'Remember the
Sabbath day to keep it holy.'"

"That's one of the commandments, mamma," Frankie said. "But was that a
true story about the little boy? What was his name?"

"Frankie Western," replied his mother. "God, his heavenly Father, has
given him a letter, the Holy Bible, which will tell him how to live
every day so as to escape all the sins that lie in his path, like the
stones and thorns and briers which troubled the little boy. His Father
has told him to leave his work and play on the Sabbath, and study this
letter, the Bible; but he does not like to do it, and I fear that in
future he will have as much trouble as did the child about whom I have
told you. He will say more naughty words, and be more apt to disobey
mamma, and to feel cross toward Benny Field. Then as he grows older, and
the way becomes darker, I fear he will lose the way and never reach his
home in heaven."

"I don't want to lose the way, mamma. I won't if I'm good, will I,
mamma, and stay in Sundays, and read the Bible like Aleck?" asked
Frankie, anxiously.

"No, darling, you will not lose your way if you love God and do just as
he commands you; and one of his commandments is, 'Remember the Sabbath
day to keep it holy.'"




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CHAPTER V.

FRANKIE TRUSTS IN CHRIST.


Although Frankie was a merry, thoughtless little fellow, his mother's
story about keeping the Sabbath made such a deep impression upon his
mind that the next Sunday morning his first thought on waking was as to
how he should spend the day. There seemed to be a great many hours from
dawn till dark, and he sighed half aloud as he thought of the smooth
crust of snow and the snow-man left unfinished the day before.

Aleck was awake, and, hearing the sigh, asked what was the matter. "Oh,
I was just thinking, Aleck," was the reply, "how long it will be before
Monday. Don't it seem ever so long to you? I wish you could go to
church with mamma and me. It's nice to hear them sing, but I get sleepy
when the minister talks. Didn't you ever go to church?"

"Yes, but I canna remember about it very well. It was before I was lame.
But I am sure I wad like to gang to the kirk," said Aleck.

"What made you lame?" Frankie asked, for the first time seeming to
realize that his patient playmate had not always been a <DW36>.

"I fell down the stairs i' the paper-mill where my mither was. It hurt
my back some way."

"Won't you get well some time?" asked Frankie, earnestly.

"I dinna ken, but I'm thinkin' 'twill nae be lang till I gang to my
mither."

"O Aleck," and Frankie put his arms about his neck, "you mean you're
going to die, and you mustn't. You'd have to be put way down in the
ground."

"Only my body, Frankie. My soul would be wi' God and my mither. And oh!
it is sic a bonny place, and Sunday a' the time. Then I wi' be free frae
pain."

"Can everybody go there, Aleck? Am I going too, and mamma, and my papa
that's way off in California?"

"Everybody who loves Jesus. If you love him he wi' take you right there
when you die. Why dinna you love him, Frankie?"

"I do want to," was the earnest answer, "but I don't know how. I don't
believe I love him, or I wouldn't be so naughty."

"The minister at the kirk wi' tell you a' about it, an' your Bible an'
your mither, an' if you pray, God wi' help you."

"I will try, Aleck. I'll ask mamma about it, and I'll listen to
everything Mr. Price says, and I'll pray too."

Frankie was very much in earnest, and, after he was dressed, he knelt by
the bedside and prayed that God would help him to be good and to love
Jesus. On the way to church he talked with his mother, and she tried to
lead him to the Good Shepherd. Mr. Price's sermon was written for the
lambs of the flock, and was full of encouragement to the little ones to
"come to Jesus." Frankie listened with earnest attention to that "sweet
story of old, when Jesus was here among men;" his eyes filled with
tears, and his heart throbbed at the story of the cruel death on the
cross; and when, in conclusion, Mr. Price spoke of the tender love that
the Saviour had for little children, and entreated them to give their
hearts to him and love him in return, he whispered softly, "I will try
to love Jesus."

Frankie was not the only one of the children whose heart had been
touched, as the next hour spent in the Sabbath School testified. The
teachers sought to deepen the impression, and the Holy Spirit so wrought
upon their young hearts that many went home rejoicing in a Saviour's
love.

That Sabbath was a happy day in Frankie's home. Mrs. Western's heart was
full of a mother's joy over her child, and Aleck shared in her
happiness; as for Frankie, although he could comprehend but little, he
knew that Jesus loved him, had died for him, and that he wanted the love
and service of just such little children. He was but a child, and would
often err, but the hand in which his was clasped was the same strong
hand which upholds the best and wisest of us all.

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CHAPTER VI.

THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.


In the spring, Frankie commenced going to school. Miss Campbell, his
Sabbath School teacher, received a dozen little boys and girls at her
own house. They were all nearly of an age and old playmates, so a merry
little company they made--full of fun and mischief; but never had school
a gentler, lovelier mistress than Miss Campbell, or Miss Ruth, as she
wished the children to call her.

The first day of school was as delightful as April sunshine could make
it, and Frankie's heart seemed full of sunshine; at least it shone out
of his bright eyes, as he kissed his mother, and bidding Aleck good-bye,
he ran down the walk, and disappeared behind the poplars. His mother
and Aleck watched till the trees hid him from view, then Mrs. Western
took her sewing, and Aleck his book. He studied a little each day and
always looked forward to the lesson hour with pleasure, but this morning
a sigh escaped him as he turned from the out-door sunshine to the
in-door work. Full of pity for the patient child, Mrs. Western sat down
beside him, and smoothing his hair caressingly, said, "It is hard, my
child. I wish you could go too, but your heavenly Father knows best. He
does not willingly afflict you."

The tender words brought tears to his eyes, and, resting his head
wearily on his hand, he said, "I ken it is a' for the best, I hae a guid
hame. You are like my ain mither. The Laird is guid, but I am sae
tired."

"You will not feel so tired when you can be out in the air more,"
replied Mrs. Western, cheerily. "Keep up your courage. You may be a
strong, hearty boy yet."

"Please tell me about heaven. It seems to me it is a bonny country, fu'
o' singin' birds, and wi' the 'green pastures and still waters;' but I
read in the Book that the streets were a' paved wi' gold." The boy's eye
brightened as he spoke of heaven.

"'Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard, neither hath it entered into
the heart of man to conceive' the beauties, the glories of heaven," said
Mrs. Western; "but this we know, that our Father is there, and that we
shall be free from pain, and sorrow, and sin. It will not be long before
we shall _know_ for ourselves all the glories of that home."

Thus they talked of heaven until Aleck forgot all the suffering and
weariness of earth.

Frankie reached Miss Campbell's just in time to get his seat before
school commenced. Miss Campbell read a brief chapter in the Bible, and
offered an earnest prayer to God, that he would help them to do right
and perform all their duties faithfully. Then the lessons were assigned,
and they all went to work in earnest. "'New broom sweeps clean,'" said
Mrs. Keller, grimly, as she looked in upon them in the afternoon. "Wait
a week or so and your hands'll be full. Mark my words, Ruth, those
young ones will torment the life out on ye."

Miss Ruth smiled, and looked hopefully at her little charge, as she
said, "I don't expect to escape my share of trouble, Mrs. Keller, but I
do not think that much of it will come by these little ones."

The children heard the conversation, and mentally resolved to be very
good, in order to disappoint Mrs. Keller and to please Miss Ruth.

When school closed they all joined in singing one of their Sunday school
hymns--"Let us walk in the Light." Frankie lingered a little after the
others went out, and going to Miss Ruth said, "Won't you tell me,
please, just what it means to walk in the light? Is it to be good?"

"To be good?" said Miss Ruth. "Yes; those who walk in the light of God's
commandments are good. But I will explain it. If you were walking alone
in the woods on a night so dark that you could not see one step before
you, would you not be in danger of falling? And if, in the path, there
were deep holes, fallen trees, and tangled underbrush, would you _dare_
to walk in such a place on a dark night?"

"No, ma'am," said Frankie, promptly. "I'd take our lantern, and then I
guess it wouldn't be so very easy."

"Not _very_ easy, perhaps," Miss Ruth replied, "but if in your lantern
you had so bright a light that you could see your path plainly, then you
could walk around a fallen trunk, separate the tangled briers, and avoid
the dangerous holes. With such a journey before you, would you not be
very grateful to a kind friend who would offer you such a lantern,
saying, 'Take this to be a lamp unto your feet and a light unto your
path. If you walk in this light, and trust to me, I will guide you
safely through the wilderness into the pleasant land beyond, where you
will need no light, and where you will forget all the rough way in which
you have come, or remember it only to sing praises to Him who was your
Guide and Friend.'"

"Oh, Miss Ruth," Frankie said eagerly, "I know what you mean. The light
is the Bible, and the pleasant land is heaven. Mamma once told me
something like what you have said."

"Then, Frankie," said Miss Ruth, "remember to 'walk in the light' of
God's word."

Bidding his teacher good-night, Frankie went home, his heart full of
what he had heard about the "light of God," and of resolutions to "walk
in that light."

When he went in he found Aleck watching for him, anxious to hear about
the school. So he told him the events of the day, and the conversation
he had with Miss Ruth, adding, in conclusion, "and I'm going to try to
walk in the light, Aleck. Let us read the Bible the first thing in the
morning, before we have a chance to do anything wrong."

"Yes," said Aleck, "and then we'll pray."

"And 'watch,'" added Mrs. Western. "Watch over your thoughts and
feelings, and all the little actions of the day. Trust in God, watch and
pray, and He will give you the victory."

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CHAPTER VII.

THE COASTING MATCH--WHO BEAT?


Miss Ruth found that Mrs. Keller was mistaken; that, instead of being
_torments_, her pupils were little _comforts_, and she loved them all
very dearly. The spring and summer days flew by, vacation came, and
again in the autumn she gathered the children about her.

Much to the annoyance of the little girls, and somewhat to Frankie's,
Ben Field had gained admission. "Oh, dear!" sighed Kate Plummer, "that
Ben Field is just going to spoil our fun. I can't endure him."

"I do wish Miss Ruth had said he couldn't come," said Lou White, then,
tossing back her brown curls, "there's one thing about it, _I_ shan't
notice him."

"Nor I," "nor I," said they all, excepting Millie Ray. Sweet Millie Ray!
"Poor Ben," she said, "how lonely he'll be. Don't you think we _ought_
to be good to him, Frank," turning to Frankie, who was just entering the
school-room. "Don't you think we _ought_ to be good to Ben Field?"

"Of course, Millie," said Frankie. "Why? Who isn't?"

"Oh, nobody, only some of us are sorry he's coming to school," Millie
answered. "Ain't you sorry?"

Frankie hesitated a moment, then said frankly, "No, Millie, I'm not
sorry when I think about it as I ought to. Ben needs to come as much as
any of us. I guess he'll be pleasant enough if we are good to him."

Frankie's influence gave Ben a better reception from the girls than he
would otherwise have met with, and, for a time, he was quite a pleasant
playmate. But after a few weeks, when the novelty had worn off, his old
spirit of mischief manifested itself. He delighted in teasing the
younger boys and little girls.

One day, after the snow came, the boys had a race in coasting, to see
which of their sleds was the swiftest. They started at the very top of a
long hill. There was Willie Prime on his Reindeer, Joe West on his
Express, Ben Field on his Lightning, David Dwight on his Victor, and
Frankie on his Light.

They are ready to start. Frankie counts, "one--two--three--four"--and
away go Reindeer, Express, Lightning, Victor, and Light. Willie steers
too much toward the right, and Reindeer plunges head-foremost into a
drift; Joe looks around to see Willie, Express runs off from the track,
and both are landed in a ditch on the left. The race is now for
Lightning, Victor, and Light; Light being a little in advance, Lightning
next, then Victor. Ben is very anxious to win the race. By a push he may
turn Light from the track, and thus gain upon Frankie. He steers his
sled to the right, and comes down upon Light so suddenly that Frankie is
thrown off into the snow, and Victor and Lightning reach the foot of the
hill nearly at the same time.

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Ben Field. That was a mean trick.
I'd play fair if I didn't beat." All this Frankie said, as he brushed
the snow from his clothes, and his flashing eyes _looked_ every word of
it.

"Guess I ain't ashamed to beat," Ben said, sullenly.

"But it wasn't fair," said the girls, all in a breath. "You know Frank
was ahead till you steered your sled right into his."

"You'd better keep still. I don't want girls meddlin' with my business,"
said Ben, rudely.

"We are the judges," answered Lou White. "We aren't meddling."

By this time, Frankie had thought what he ought to do. It was hard, but
Jesus gave him strength to do it bravely. "Never mind," he said. "Don't
say any more about it. Forgive me, Ben, for being angry with you."

Ben _did_ feel ashamed then, and the boys and girls looked very much
surprised.

"I'd rather not beat than be so mean," Willie said.

"I'd give it to him," said Joe, as he carefully examined Express to see
if it was marred by its tumble into the ditch.

"I beat anyhow," Ben said, sullenly, kicking in the snow.

"I think Frank Western beat the best," said little Millie Ray. "Let's
judge that Frank beat, girls." So Millie, and Kate, and Lou, and all the
girls said that Frankie beat.

"No," said Frankie, "that isn't fair. I _didn't_ beat. Perhaps I
_might_, but I didn't."

"Just like girls," muttered Ben. "Go for a fellow they like." He walked
off, vexed with himself and his playmates, while the others went into
the school-room and told Miss Ruth all about it.

Miss Ruth opened the large Bible, and turning to Proverbs, read:

"A soft answer turneth away wrath, but grievous words stir up anger."

"Better is it to be of an humble spirit with the lowly, than to divide
the spoil with the proud."

"He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty; and he that ruleth
his spirit, than he that taketh a city." Then, turning to the New
Testament, she read:

"Love your enemies."

"My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue; but in
_deed_ and in truth."

Miss Ruth closed the Bible, saying nothing, for she knew that the
children understood what she had read, and that God's word would reach
their hearts better than anything she might say.

They took their seats quietly, and when Ben came in, he was much
surprised to meet none but pleasant looks.

When Frankie was on his way home after school, Ben came running to
overtake him, all out of breath.

"Hallo! Frank Western, stop a minute," he shouted. Frank waited for him.
It was an awkward thing for Ben to do, something he had probably never
done before, but he went through with it quite well.

"I say, Frank, that was a mean trick I served you. You took it so cool I
was ashamed of myself, and I don't blame the boys and girls for being
down on me."

He had not asked forgiveness, but Frankie did not wait for that.

"Never mind, Ben," he said, cordially. "We'll have another race
to-morrow. Come home with me and see Aleck. Poor fellow! He gets
lonesome." So they walked on together.

"What makes you so much better than the other boys?" asked Ben,
abruptly.

"O Ben, don't speak in that way," said Frankie, looking troubled. "I'm
not good, but, do you know, it is ever so much easier to keep from
getting angry if you think about Jesus."

Ben looked astonished, but Frankie told him in his own childlike way of
the Saviour, and how he would help even little children to serve him.

It was in this way that Aleck and Frankie worked for Jesus, by obeying
him, and by telling others of him.

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CHAPTER VIII.

ALECK GOES HOME.


Winter snow gave place to the spring flowers, and now Aleck can go into
the yard, with our sturdy Frankie for a support. The boys are together
nearly all the time. Aleck, with his gentle ways, to soften the more
boyish nature of our robust little hero, and Frankie, with his merry
heart, to brighten the life of his suffering friend.

It was Aleck who helped him out of trouble; who urged him to be gentle
and forgiving, even to Ben Field; to obey his mother; and to try in
every way to please Jesus. It was Aleck who studied the hard lesson
first and then helped him, and who sharpened all the slate-pencils; who
made the tops and kites and buzz-wheels, and, in short, shared in all of
Frankie's play and work.

But as the summer heat came on, the busy hands grew strangely idle. Mrs.
Western noticed the change and tried at first by giving simple tonics,
then by employing a physician, to restore his strength, but it was in
vain. He would lie for hours on a couch before the open window, dreamily
watching the soft summer sky, and listening to the singing of the birds.

He seldom roused from this dreamy state, excepting to listen to the
reading of the Bible, or to his favorite hymn, "My Ain Countree." Two of
the verses he would say over and over to himself.

   "The earth is flecked wi' flowers, mony tinted, fresh an' gay,
    The birdies warble blithely, for my Father made them sae;
    But these sights an' these sounds wi' as naething be to me,
    When I hear the angels singin' in my Ain Countree.

   "Like a bairn to its mither, a wee birdie to its nest,
    I wad fain be gangin' noo unto my Saviour's breast;
    For he gathers in his bosom witless, worthless lambs like me,
    An' carries them himsel' to his Ain Countree."

The time was nearer than they thought when he should go to his "Ain
Countree." Frankie would not believe that Aleck would die. When his
mother told him that it must be, he ran at once to Aleck, and, throwing
himself on the bed beside him, cried, "O Aleck, you are _not_ going to
die. You _must_ get well. Why, you are only two years older than I am.
You oughtn't to die yet."

"Dinna feel bad, Frankie," Aleck said, "I am sorry to leave you, but I'm
glad to be wi' mither, an' O Frankie, think of it, how soon I sha' see
the Saviour. I wi' wait for you. You wi' mind a' our talks about Jesus
when I'm gone, Frankie, and try to do something for him every day.
There's Ben, an' Joe, an' Willie, an' a' the lads--tell them how guid it
is to hae sic a friend as Jesus."

"Yes, I will, Aleck. I'll try to do better, but I won't have you to
help me, and it seems so easy for me to do wrong."

"You wi' hae Jesus. O Frankie, trust in Jesus."

Thus did the little sufferer, forgetful of self, seek to comfort others.
Very tenderly did the Shepherd bear this wounded lamb away from the
earthly fold to the shelter of the heavenly,--so quietly that they knew
not when he died, but thought he slept. In his sleep he murmured
faintly, "Mither," and again, "Jesus loves me," and a line of his
favorite hymn, "he wi' carry me himsel' to his Ain Countree." Then came
a quiet slumber, followed by that sleep whose waking is in heaven.

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CHAPTER IX.

THE VISIT TO ALECK'S GRAVE. THE FATHER'S RETURN.


Frankie missed his friend sadly. He lost all interest in his school, and
did not care for kites, or tops, or marbles. He grew pale, and very
unlike the once happy little fellow,

   "With eyes so full of brightness,
    And lips so rosily red."

One Sabbath morning in the early autumn he went with his mother to the
cemetery. There was as yet no stone at Aleck's grave, but Frankie had
planted a white rose-bush, which was then in all its snowy bloom.

"We must take up the rose-bush," said Mrs. Western. "It is an exotic,
and cannot endure our severe frosts and snow."

"What is an exotic?" asked Frankie.

"A plant that does not grow naturally in our climate. This rose belongs
to a warmer climate, and that is why we keep it in the house during the
winter. Thus God takes care of his children. Heaven is our home, and
when the winds blow too coldly and roughly for us here, God transplants
us. He has taken Aleck from all the cold and storms to the heavenly
garden. We should not mourn for him, Frankie. Does not our Father know
best? Then it will be only a little while before we shall be taken--only
a few years before we shall all be transplanted into the garden of the
Lord. You must try to be happy, my child. You must not _forget_ Aleck,
but remember that you have a work to do for Jesus, and a _part_ of that
work is to be cheerful and patient, showing that a little boy who loves
Jesus need never be unhappy."

Frankie listened quietly. His mother's words made a deep impression, and
he tried after that to be cheerful, but it was a long time before his
face had its wonted brightness.

Later in the autumn, when the maples were in their gayest colors of
crimson and gold, a great joy came to Frankie's home. A letter was
received, saying that the father would be with them at Christmas time.

Oh, the preparations that were made for his coming! Frankie worked with
his mother, and before winter fairly closed in everything about the
house and yard was in perfect order. Then came the waiting, the most
difficult task of all. But the even-footed hours will not hurry their
pace, so Frankie tries to be patient, and now the day is at hand.

The whole house is made fresh and fragrant with boughs of pine and fir.
Only one more night! The father will be at home in the morning.

Frankie thought he would not sleep a wink for the thought of it, but he
did sleep soundly; and when he awoke, the sun was shining into the
window; and by the bedside stood his mother, with tears in her eyes, and
beside her was the tall man with black hair, and smiling, dark eyes,
whom he had seen in his dreams, and whose picture he had kissed and
called "papa" even when a baby.

It was indeed a "merry Christmas," and more than that, a joyous, happy
one, full of sweet home pleasures and pleasant memories, sanctified by
the thought of the dear Christ, God's best gift--his Christmas gift to a
sinful world.

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CHAPTER X.

CONCLUSION.


Frankie was the hero of the school after his father's coming. Boys and
girls gathered about him at noon, and recess, and after school, to
listen to his stories of his father's life in California--of the giant
trees, the mines, the snow-covered mountains, and all the wonders of the
Land of Gold.

"Let's go some time, boys," said Joe West, one noon, as they stood
listening, with wide-open eyes.

"I'll go," said Willie Prime, "just as soon as I'm a man."

"I'll go before that," said Ben. "'Tain't no use for me to stay here."

Poor boy! Having a drunken father, it was not strange he thought it of
no use to remain at home.

"Are you ever going, Frank?" asked Millie Ray. "Is it too far for girls
to go?"

"Oh no, Millie," answered Frank. "'Tisn't too _far_, but girls would be
afraid of the Indians an' bears and everything. But I'll tell you how
we'll fix it. We'll all go. Joe, and Will, and Ben, and Kate, and Lou,
and you, and I. Then, you know, us boys'll keep the Indians and bears
away."

"That'll be splendid," said Millie, clapping her hands as delightedly as
though Frankie had been planning a school picnic on the bank of the
creek.

The spirit of adventure had so taken possession of the children that
they found it very hard to study. Every high snow-bank was the Rocky
Mountain range, and every gully or ravine the entrance into a mine.

Miss Ruth had, finally, to insist upon well-learned lessons, under the
penalty of being kept after school. Frankie was one of the first to
suffer this penalty. He had failed in his geography lesson, having spent
his time tracing the overland route to California. Ben Field was the
other culprit. It was not new to him, so he cared but little about it,
excepting that it pleased him to have such a good boy as Frankie Western
kept too.

"How do you like it, Frank?" he asked, as soon as Miss Ruth had left the
room.

Frankie had begun to study with all his might, so he looked up only a
moment as he said, "I _deserve_ it," and after that Ben could not make
him speak. Through the force of Frankie's example, Ben also studied
faithfully, and when, an hour later, Miss Ruth came in to hear the
lesson, both boys recited it perfectly.

It was hard for Frankie to tell his father and mother why he was so late
that night, and, for a moment, he felt tempted to give some other
reason than the true one; but he thought of what the Bible says of him
"who loveth or maketh a lie," and decided to tell the whole truth. It
was the last time he failed to study his Geography lesson, but by no
means the last time he did wrong. He had the faults and temptations from
which none are free, and was but a "babe in Christ," just learning to
"walk in the narrow way." But he trusted in Jesus, and tried to imitate
his example. The Saviour loves his "little ones" very tenderly, and one
of his last commands to his disciples, "Feed my lambs."

In the spring a small marble slab was placed at Aleck's grave, and
Frankie set out the white rose bush again, and some lilies of the
valley.

The slab had for an inscription only Aleck's name and two lines of his
hymn:

   "For he gathers in his bosom witless, worthless lambs like me,
    An' carries them himsel' to his Ain Countree."

Frankie still mourned for his lost playmate and friend; but he was happy
in his pleasant home, in trying to please his parents, and in
endeavoring to obey his Heavenly Father.

Miss Ruth is still happy in teaching her little ones; Joe, Willie, and
Millie have joined in the service of Christ, and Miss Ruth hopes that
Kate, and Lou, and even Ben, are _thinking_ of what they owe their
Saviour. Now we must leave them, rejoicing in the thought that though
the world lieth in darkness, in Jesus Christ there is "light for little
ones."


THE END.

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TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE

Obvious typographical errors repaired. Punctuation, spelling,
hyphenation and stylistic presentation standardized when a predominant
preference was found in this book. Otherwise left as printed.

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