Ka Nupepa Kuokoa, Volume XXIX, Number 40, 4 October 1890 — Our English Column. [ARTICLE]

Our English Column.

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vsr\.r. PHIL"S !>LSK. -- - 1 I < ame af rov* a the other da>; whieh I *i ' shr/T;cn ud a «ittie. and m»ke »t vo !hat. wjth ;he usc of the diction»ry, anM the hclr of your teachfrt, vou Hawauin t>oyi and ris. may undcr itan<i it. I? wiU nhow vom what kind cf ho>'* wiil make the bc%t mer Ihe %torv i* < alied Rj v. >f i Ri v:;:Tr "I'leas?. <Ir. dor/t you war.t a fx>y T Farrner Hrownlow turr»cd and looke<i wsth eunou*. but *m(i, eye% at the owner ot the voi«~e. He wa% pocr!> clothcd. *hiwing l»ttle fciiow, who was ttandins a few stcr»s away, and was waiting w!th anxious Ucc fcr hi% an iwcr "Hry what * that -don't I % t>ov ? Weli. I don't know I never thou,;ht I wantcd one, but wait a mo* ment". i t thc !utlc fellow was ;urnini; sa<ilv awav—"do you know a bo> who want\ to hve with me ? Who is he ? "Me, ur," and a< he <»j>oke the little Ua drcw nearcr to Mr lirownlow, with cycn a*kini! a* rn n.h as his voice. " \Mc" h it? Well ean 'Me do ? (he sma!l hare fect turned round in thc sn'>w, In: tbe ar.swtr was rcady "I b'!icve—when l'm rcv>!ute tlut I < .»n do mn»t thing* that any h(»y < an.'' Ihe o!d tashioncd sayjng, 4 righi resolutc', that he had oftcn hcird his mothcr usc, plcascd Mr. Hrownlow. %, Whcn you arc rigbt rcsolute?" he repeatcd. "who uught you to say that V "Aunt Su<an tauj;ht me It's part of hcr rulc I ru»t in God and bc rcsolutc.' "And you are a 'right resolutc bi y, are yo\\ ? We\ now, what doe* that mean ?" ,4 lt mcans when I try and try and keep trying. That's the way to do hard Aunt Susan told me." "And you arc willing to do hard ihinn*, arc you ? And ymi want a plaee do you ? Wel', what's your name, and whtrc do vou livc, and how old arc you r "My naine is John Power, I an» elcvcn years old. I used to »ive *ith Aunt SuH.in, but dicd last week, and now l don't livc nowheie. Ar.d, oh, oh, l do want a plaee so mueh." Mr. Brownlow looked thouj;htfuny it the boy t<. r a momcnt, "docs any one in town know you »' he asked.

"Most ei thc fo!ks know me, I>octor l>awes does, aiul hc's t oming now." "l>r. l>awc* d(Hs, hey ? Well, he i! 1 » a gootl man, and hiis word ean be lieved. "I >o<:ior", antl Mr. Brownlow rai«tcd hi* voite, "do you know this boy ? "l>o l knuw Johnny l>r. Dawes answered, as he stopped aiul looked from Mr. Ikownlow t:> thc bov, cs, he ar.il I have l>ecn goo<l iricn<ls for a long liine." Hmm '" Mr. Hrownlow sani in a thoughifu) tone, "Wel), suppose I was to dnve oflf wuh h»m, who would have any rtght to eomplain ?" M *No one,' L>r. r>awes answered ,r rhe boy is all alone in thc world, and nceds a home. Oan'i you give him one ?" "WeH," Mr. Brownlow said, "boys are a good deal like eloek; it's pretty hard to make them go right. Ido belicvc W have to take this little tcUow, though S.) jump into the wigon, my boy, and snuggle down among the robes. M •Tve brought you a prcsent you've never thought 0/ wanting, Sabrina," about an hour later as he steppcd into hi) warm kitchen, and spoke to his sister, who was prcparing supper. 41 $tephen, u said she cyeiog the boy sharply, 4, you don't meān you've gone and took a boy ' Why, what wiil he be goo<l for Y "<;o<Ki to make a raan of, l hope/ answcred Mt. Brownlow "Come, Sabnna," he said in a kind vokc, t4 thc boy is a *rtght resolute' little tellow, and I don't believe we ihall ever bc aorry that we took him in wheo he wn frtendle3s/

tn a momh afttr he eime to tbe houie, u llight Re#olute w ,« Mr. Bro*nlow wtf f*>nd of c«lUng him, he hid sawtd wood, bro»ght w«ter, kiodled āre«, «nd made himtelf use>ul io 10 many wijrs» that e*en Mim Sabhoa «u pte«ie<t with him, «nd s*id that, like the hamiDer and gimblet M hc was pretty bmdjr to hare in the houae ** He had aever been left ilooe before bttt thta day, Mr. aod Mm Brownk>w were called from home for a few hoort, •od John waa left alooe in the houae. The )ittle boy fe!t very big and import ant» aa he weot to the bern % the ttabW, •nd the hen hou»e to see that ere«7> thmg was tafe &nd in Rood order. With his eap fu)t of fre*h eggs he went back to the houss; «nd as he opeoed the door, he tKKked • curious sme(L M Whtw r he s*id in hi» boyi*h way, "I do bftliere «omethmg is bitrmng f

He lookcd into ihe kileheo, eren thing «i« «fe ihen, He nn mto the |«ittiof room a»d iher« enry ! »eetoed ail nfht He opesed a door ! and steppcd mto M»«* Sabnna't 'ooa» ;It wt* hlaek «nh uaoke. Min Sab- ! nna'» wcrking drm «a« already borat | op, and the chair on «bicb ic m hong )vm Wtnn«, and tbe fire had reacbed 1 ithe «indo« ln ooe imtaat tbe Imle' bc* it all The nearest r.etghbof ] | «rjt tbree <juaneri cf a mile awa?. ' »Vha»ever wa« done John must do, and do qnkkly. "l>.ere if'ot my netd o4 leaviD| for thia fire/ <aid he as bej *natched ap a lot of papen, tbrewl them <nJt cf the room, and thut tbe door :o leeep the air 00l He ran into ;he kst<-hen. soted a bccket of water i tn ea» h hand. and *taggered witb them |to the fitt. l>a»h went the witer ottt < the fire. and in ancther minute tbe little boy wa» at the pump. Agatn the paili *rcre filled, and igam thc water dashed against »he blaiing chair and windo* Back and forth, back and 11 :rth, between the kitchen and the ftre |ran the l:ttle boy, dashmg on tbe wate? uiAil at last the liiīle boy corquercdI"hat evenir»g Mr. Browning left hia paper unread, but thought a long time; at last he said, ' Sabrina I've been thinking." 'i hope so/' *aid Sabrina. for you've donc nothing else. rt • Yet, I've been thinking, and have about m:de up my mind, that a boy as 'right re?»olute' at liule John f sbould be given a ehanee in the world. What would you say. Sabrina, if I should educate him and treat him as my soo?"

She folded her hand§ and looked at ber brcther. "Stephen, M she said, "I do cxpect—from what the New Test» amen? oy*—ihat it is jost as mueh our dut> to h-!p others shine, as it it to try to shine ouneWei: and if you spend moncv in edu< ating John, it's roy bclicf there ll eome a time when you'll say it wjs the best investment you ever made.'' On through many rhanges the years carried little John Mr. Brownlow wati hcd h»s course with the pride of a father. His old age wan made happy by John'* love, and cften in the quiet hours he would say to himself: — " Trust in God and be right resolute/ —that is the rule isit? Well.it is a good one. It has made John a man."