Short Stories

Remember The Cake.
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Emily's Morning Ramble.
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Melly, Anna And Susy.
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Story About A Robber.
I will tell you a true story about a robber. A gentleman wa...

The Boy And The Dew Drops.
A little boy who had been out early in the morning playing ...

Flora And Her Portrait.
"And was there never a portrait of your beautiful child," s...

Lettice And Myra.
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His Wife's Deceased Sister
It is now five years since an event occurred which so color...

Anna With A Pleasant Home.
Anna, having obtained leave of her mistress, soon found her...

Julia's Sunset Walk.
It was a beautiful June day, just at the sun's setting, whe...

A Scene In London.
My young readers may have heard about the poor people in Lond...

The Market Day.
Mrs. Ford had three little children--Lily, Hetty, and a dea...

The Philosophy Of Relative Existences
In a certain summer, not long gone, my friend Bentley and I...

The Parting Scene.
In one of our western cities was a poor woman, in the garre...

The Lady Or The Tiger?
In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, wh...

A Boy Reproved By A Bird.
The sparrows often build their nests under the eaves of hou...

Bertie's Box.
A very little boy by the name of "Bertie," kept a box in wh...

Or, Honesty Rewarded.
At St. Petersburgh, the birth day of any of the royal famil...

Agnes And The Mouse.
One brilliant Christmas day, two little girls were walking ...

The Child And Flower.
The Atheist in his garden stood, At twilight's pen...

ARTHUR AND HIS APPLE TREE.

One summer day little William was sitting in the garden chair beside
his mother, under the shade of a large cherry tree which stood on the
grass plot in front of the house. He was reading in a little book.
After he had been reading some time, he looked, up to his mother and
said:

"Mother, will you tell me what is the meaning of 'you must return good
for evil?'"

His mother replied: "I will tell you a story that will explain it.

"I knew a little boy," she said, "whose name was Arthur Scott; he
lived with his grandmamma, who loved him very much, and who wished
that he might grow up to be a good man. Little Arthur had a garden of
his own, and in it grew an apple tree, which was then very small, but
to his great joy had upon it two fine rosy-cheeked apples, the first
ones it had produced. Arthur wished to taste of them very much to know
if they were sweet or sour; but he was not a selfish boy, and he says
to his grandmother one morning:

"I think I shall leave my apples on the tree till my birthday, then
papa and mamma and sister Fanny will come and see me, and we will eat
them together."

"'A very good thought," said his grandmother; "and you shall gather
them yourself.'

"It seemed a long time for him to wait; but the birthday came at last,
and in the morning as soon as he was dressed he ran into his garden to
gather his apples; but lo! they were gone. A naughty boy who saw them
hanging on the tree, had climbed over the garden wall and stolen them.

"Arthur felt very sorry about losing his apples, and he began to cry,
but he soon wiped his eyes, and said to his grandmother:

"'It is hard to lose my nice apples, but it was much worse for that
naughty boy to commit so great a sin as to steal them. I am sure God
must be very angry with him; and I will go and kneel down and ask God
to forgive him.'

"So he went and prayed for the boy who had stolen his apples. Now,
William, do you not think that was returning good for evil?"

"O, yes," said William; "and I thank you, mother, for your pretty
story. I now understand what my new book means." Little Arthur grew to
be a man, and always bore a good name.





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