Help Your Father

" My hands are so.stiff I cai liardly hold u pen, suid Farmer Wilbur, as he -at down to " figure out." some aceouute that were gettin; bebind hr.ud. " Could 1 help you fatfaer ï" paid Lucy, laying down her bright crochet vork. " I should bo glad to if I only koew what you wish writlen " " Well,-, I shouldo't wonder f yon CDüld Lucy," he suid refkctivcly. " Pretty good at figuies, are you ?' " It vsould be a fine story if' I did uot Unovv soniething of tHem afteï going twice thmugh the srithmêfic," said Lucy lnughing " Well, 'J can nhow you in fivc minutes what í Lave to do, und it'll he a í'ul help if'you can do it for me. I nevei' was ai:: id at accounts, in my bost 'ïriyf, and it does not grów aiy ensiei'j.as I can eee, sinue I pul on specs." Very patiently did tlie bolpful daughfer plod througb the loog, dull linea qf figures, ieaving ihe gay won to lie idle all the éveniog, thoagh she was in sucli baste to finish bor carf. It was rcward enougb to see hor tired fatliev, who bad been toiiiug ill day for herself' ünd other denr onee; aittirig so cozüy in his ecsy ohoir, enloying Lis weekly paper as it only can bo eriioyed iu a couutrj' home, wheie dbwk from tiie great world bevond comes scldom3 and isestgerly sought-f"r. ïne cloek struck uine beiore hor tast was over, hut the hearty " titan k you, dangbter, a thousand times," took awny ali sewe of weariness. " Fis rather lookinu tip when a man oan have au amnnuonsis,'' said thftfatber. " it is uoi cvery farmer that oao afford it" " Nor every farmer's daughter that is capable of tnaking oue," siúd the rnother with a littlo pardonablü maternal pride. " Nor every one that wöold bo willinar if she WiiK abie," said Mr. Wübur - whjoh last wns a sad trutb. How many uaughtera migbt be oí' usa to iheir fathera in this and ms'.ny other ways, v. ho i.!-vr tliink of í i S i to s ) ; care or labor j If asked to përform sorae iitt!e service it is done at be t. with a re'uctant step and an tiuwilliug air, ivhicb robs it of all sunshiue or (lairn to gratitudO. Gris, help your fathor; prive him a cheerful home to rest in wben evening comes, and no not vorry bis hfo away b.v fretting bccuuse ba cannot offord you all the luxuries vou covet. Ohildren esert as great au infloenco on their psirents is parents do on their cbüdren.