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Updated: May 12, 2025
For this mother tried to bear all her trials alone; she never went for help to the Redeemer, who said, "Come unto Me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden." "Wah!" said Johnny, from his cradle in the bit of a bedroom near the kitchen, which kitchen was all the room they had, save two tiny bedrooms and Tip's little den up-stairs. Mrs.
The Hassler boys declared that by the look of the heavens it must be after midnight, so we threw more wood on our fire, put on our jackets, and curled down in the warm sand. Several of us pretended to doze, but I fancy we were really thinking about Tip's Bluff and the extinct people. Over in the wood the ring doves were calling mournfully to one another, and once we heard a dog bark, far away.
And now, even although handicapped and outnumbered, he planned to strike. The stolen herd represented a small fortune, and rightfully belonged to Tip McCay and his mother. But where were the longhorns now? Tip's suggestion was helpful. He thought the cattle could not be more than a few miles below. They quickly decided to ride south, and Tip and The Kid led the way.
Christ don't care anything about you; such a miserable, wicked, story-telling boy as you have been, do you expect Him to notice you?" But Tip's hand was in his pocket, resting on his lamp, as he had learned to call it; and the low, sweet voice in his heart was urging him to let its light shine.
Lewis stepped back from the steaming tea-kettle, and wiped great beads of perspiration from her forehead; then fanned herself with her big apron, looking meantime very tired and cross. Yet Tip's mother was not so cross after all as she seemed; had Tip only known it, her heart was very heavy that morning.
Holbrook glanced back at the boy standing there alone, paused a moment, then, turning back, laid his hand gently on Tip's shoulder. "You can go up there too, my boy, if you will," he said, in a low, kind tone.
No Miss Perry appeared; and it seemed, at first, that the mission boys were to have no teacher. It was a warm morning, and the visitors' seat was vacant. But there was at last a great nudging of elbows, and whispers of "Look out now!" "We're in a scrape!" "No chance for fun today!" And only Tip's eyes looked glad when Holbrook halted before their class, with "Good morning, boys."
"I couldn't get it either," was Henry's answer. So on down the class; Tip's heart meantime beating eagerly, for the twenty-third example was about his troublesome, but by this time very much-beloved sheep. "Robert?" said Mr. Burrows, more for form's sake than because he had the slightest doubt about Robert's reply. "My!" said Bob Turner good-naturedly; "I can't do it."
But Kitty twitched herself away from him, and wouldn't hear any more. "Do go off!" she said. "You're a mean, ugly, hateful boy! I'm sorry you got so awful good, if you can't do that little much for me. Go away and let me alone." Even in his sore trouble a little flash of joy shot through Tip's heart. He was different, then. Kitty had noticed it; she knew he was trying to be different.
And this time Tip's answer was very low: I don't know; I don't know what to do." "If you knew what was right to do, would you do it?" "I'm pretty sure I'd try to, sir." "Well, did you honour or dishonour Christ to-day?" Tip's answer was in a more timid tone than he often spoke: "I dishonoured Him." "Do the boys know that you are very sorry, and have asked God to forgive you?"
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