ross
driver:

"Why wont one do as well as t'other?"

The man had married afterward, and when a tiny babe was put into his
arms, and he was told it was his own, he understood well why every
father and mother love their own children best.

Aunt Fanny was soon going to leave the country. They had all been busy
for months in getting her clothes ready for the voyage, and a missionary
society in the village were making shirts, etc., for her friend, Mr.
Barnard.

One afternoon, she walked to the village to give some directions that
had been requested, and took the opportunity to make her last calls on
some of her poor families.

The tea hour passed, and she did not return. Her brother did not know
where she was gone, so they were obliged to wait patiently for her
return, though Josey grew every moment more anxious.

At last it was within half an hour of his bedtime,--Emma and Rose had
long before gone to their cribs,--when Aunt Fanny's welcome voice was
heard.

She looked very pale, and all knew at once that something must have
happened. She motioned Josey to her side, and laid her head on his
shoulder as he stood by. Presently she exclaimed,--

"I have seen a dreadful sight! Oh, I never can get it out of my mind!
The screams and shrieks, I hear them yet!"

"What is it? do tell us," urged her sister.

"You know little Juley Lane, what a passionate child she has always
been. I told Mrs. Lane the last time I was there, it wasn't safe to
leave her with the baby. She didn't seem to have any love for him. Now
she's killed him."

Josey gave a start and sob of horror, while Mrs. Codman exclaimed,--

"Shocking! terrible! how did it happen?"

"I was making calls," added Fanny, with a groan, "and I met Mrs. Lane.
She was hurrying with a basket of clean clothes, and told me she'd been
obliged to leave Juley with her old mother and the baby. I told her I
was going to call, which relieved her anxiety, and she said she'd be
home in a short time.

"Long before I reached the house I heard awful groans, and on opening
the door, what a sight was before me.

"Mrs. Lane, thinking the baby would be safer, had tied him into the high
chair, and set him in front of the stove. Julia had one of her fits of
anger and pushed him over. His poor hands and face fell upon the hot
iron and burned to a crisp. When I went in, the old woman had crawled on
her hands and feet, to the place, and was trying, with her poor deformed
fingers, to re