CHARLEY'S REWARD.
I TOLD you that Mrs. Russel went back into the house. She had told her
husband that very morning that she never knew a boy so changed as Oscar
was. "Only," she said, "I'm afraid it wont last. If it does, I shall
think Mrs. Monson is a witch."
Now she said in her heart, flinging herself into a large rocking-chair,
with a sigh,—
"There, it's all over! I knew it would be. He's just as ugly as
ever. I wish I hadn't given him the chickens. I thought 'twould kind
of encourage him to keep on being good. But now, after all my fuss
in feeding the old hen, there he was setting Tom on to kill her. I
declare, I can't help crying."
She sat thinking for a few minutes, and then said to herself, "He's up
to some mischief again, I'll warrant. He always is when he's still."
She went out, softly, and stood behind the barn door. She could not
see him, and was just about to call his name, "Oscar! Oscar!" when she
heard his voice.
He was beginning his prayer.
I think no mother was ever more astonished at what she heard. She held
her breath to listen. Could it be her wicked boy asking God to help him
to be good, and praying for her, too?
She covered her face with her apron, and began to sob. Oscar heard her
and ran out.
"O ma!" he cried. "You may lick me, if you want to; but I am sorry I
was naughty. O ma! I like trying to be good. I guess God is going to
help me. Don't you?"
Instead of answering, Mrs. Russel threw her arms round her boy's neck,
and kissed him ever so many times.
"I heard you praying," she said, at last; "and for me, too. O Oscar! I
used to pray; but I forgot it years ago. We'll try to be good together;
and you shall have some new clothes, and we'll all go to church. You
know Mrs. Monson said we ought. I'm sure your pa will be willing when
he knows what's making you so different."
I wish you could have seen Oscar that afternoon! His face was full
of smiles. He was very happy. When his mother said her wood was too
large for her stove, he went out and split quite a pile of it for her,
whistling all the time.
Toward night he sat on the front step, trying to spell out some words
in a book Charley gave him, when Mr. Monson's carriage drove slowly
toward the gate. Charley was inside, and Oscar heard him say,—
"Just a minute, mamma. I want to speak to him." And then the driver
stopped and Charley jumped out.
The boys talked earnestly for a few minutes, and then Charley said,
aloud,—
"Oh, I'm so glad! I'll ask mamma to let me come again. I knew you
would."
"Charley! Charley!" called Oscar, as the carriage was driving away. "Do
you like birch whistles? 'Cause father showed me how to make 'em, and
I'll make you one."
"I should admire one!" shouted back Charley, and then he told his
mother that Oscar had begun to pray, and how happy he was because he
was trying to be good.
A day or two after this, Mrs. Monson and Charley went to the city for a
visit. They often talked about Oscar, and wondered how he was getting
on. The lady determined to urge his mother to send him to school
regularly, and to form habits of industry in her boy.
One day they went to a hat store, and Mrs. Monson made Charley very
happy by giving him a nice cap for his friend, to wear to Sunday school.
They reached home Saturday evening, and, of course, had no time to see
Oscar; but the servant said he had been there, and left a parcel of
whistles. She said, too, that he seemed dreadfully disappointed not to
see Charley.
The next day they were scarcely seated in church, when a man, woman,
and boy walked up the aisle, following the sexton to one of the wing
pews.
Charley pulled his mother's dress, his eyes sparkling with pleasure;
while Oscar, in a nice new suit of clothes, sat gazing around with
great interest. I suppose you can hardly believe it; but, though living
scarcely a mile from church, this was the first time he had ever been
inside its walls.
Mrs. Monson was delighted to see with what reverence both father and
mother listened to the services; and she offered up a silent prayer
that God, for the sake of Jesus Christ, his well-beloved Son, would
convert them and their boy to himself.