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THE OLD STONE CHIMNEY
.t^'OlRMmGHAM is the name
l?f^it^ of a villao;e in tlie town
|t|^ ^ of Derby, in Connecticut.
' ?% Tl^^e Housatonic Kiver
g^ separates forever the old
town from the new village, and the
little fiery river of the Nangatuck
valley does its ntmost to widen the
distance between the two, for it work
its willful way out from the hills,
and pours its waters, weary with their
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work of turning many mill-wheels, into
the broad peaceful flow of the Housa-
toLic, and together the rivers roll on, to
pour themselves at last into the waters
of Long Island Sound.
One May-day a group of boys were
at play in Birmingham.
" Where did you get it, Dick ?" asked
" Oh ! up in the woods a piece."
" One, two, three, four ! " said Dick ;
" now try it."
Four boys were kneeling on the
pavement, around a turtle that Dick
Jones had captured. The poor thing
did not like its captivity, and was do-
ing its utmost to escape, but every
avenue was cut off by fire and smoke.
A box of matches lay on the stones,
and at the instant Dick Jones reached
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the number of four in his counting,
Albert Elder drew a match on the
pavement, and held it close to the
turtle's head. It drew back, evidently
suffering pain. A moment more, and
another torturino; match was ali2:ht
and held close to the turtle's head.
Whatever way it turned in its agony,
the same fate awaited it.
A footstep was heard approaching,
and one of the boys tui-ned to see who
it might be.
"Look here, boys ! that's Thode Day ;
he won't like our sport ; let's hide,"
said Dick Jones, catching up the turtle
and retreating with it behind a high
and tight board fence.
The object of their torture showed
every sign of suffering that its poor
dumb nature could show, but it failed
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to call forth the slightest feeliusj of
eympathy or kindness.
No sooner had Theodore Day passed
out of sight, than the four boys re-
turned to their cruel amusement. The
day was one of spring's fairest and
biightest. The buds on the trees
were opening out their store, and
shaking their emerald banners to the
Full of happiness, and rejoicing in
every thing about her, little Lulu Day
was on her way from school, and
chanced to pass by the boys who
were torturing the turtle with burn-
Lulu came upon them so suddenly,
that they liad no time to run and hide,
as they had from hei brother Theodore.
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She stood still as soon as slie saw tlie
Dick Jones lield a matcli in his
hand. The pavement was strewn with
burned fragments, that told Lulu the
story. A quick look of horror passed
over her fa(;e, and then one of sym -
"Dick, won't you give me that turtle,
please?" Lulu asked.
" Indeed I won't, it's my turtle, I
found it in the woods."
" I know, but I want it very much
indeed, Dick. Dick! donH torture it
so!" she cried, as the wicked boy
drew a match, and held it close to
the head, drawn as far back into the
shell as it was possible.
" O Lulu Day ! you needn't mind, it
don't hurt you one bit; and it's such
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fun to see it snap," said Alfred Elder.
" look here ! quick now !" and a flam-
ing matcli was thrust under the shell.
Lulu Day darted forward and caught
up the turtle in her hand, before the
boys were aware of her intention.
Her first impulse was jto run away
with it, but the thought came, " It is
not mine," and she stood still.
The turtle w^as stupefied with the
fumes of the burning matches, and did
*' Lulu Day, give that turtle to me
this minute. I would think yauHd
know better than to steal ; your father
preaches enough ; he'd better teach his
own children first," said Dick Jones,
getting up from the pavement and go-
ing to Lulu.
Without a word, the little girl
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stooped, and laid the animal gently
upon the flagging at her feet. She
secretly wished that it had wings
wherewith to fly away, but she said :
" Dick Jones, won't you please to pro-
mise me that no one shall touch this
poor hurt thing, until I come back?
I won't be gone but five minutes."
"You needn't go after Thode, for
you won't find him," said Dick, who
was secretly afraid of Lulu's brother.
" No, I did not think of my brother.
I will come back, if you'll only pro-
Dick hesitated, but Arthur whis-
pered, " Promise !" and two or three
who had joined the group, urged him
by glances to acquiesce.
" Go on then, I'll let it lie there," he
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"And no one shall burn a matcli, or
toucli it, you promise ? " questioned
" I'll stand guard — never fear."
Lulu sj)ed away as if life depended
upon tlie fleetness of lier movements.
Slie readied lier home, and leaving
gate and doors widely open, she rushed
up to her father's study, a place that
she w^as forbidden to enter uncalled.
Her heart knocked almost as loudly
as (lid her hand on the door. Obeying
the summons to enter, the little girl
stood before her father.
" What is it, Lulu? Did your mother
send you here ?"
" No, papa, I came ; won't you please
to give me some money very quick,
just this very minute, for some wicked,
boys are killing a turtle that they
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found in the woods. They are putting
burning matches right into its face and
eyes, and it's most dead," and Lulu's
tears followed her words.
"Where are they?" asked Mr. Day.
" Oh ! they're on the street ! Quick,
papa; they promised not to touch it
until I got back."
^' Do you think they will sell it to
you ? "
" Oh ! yes, for money ! and I won't
ask you for any again in a long, long
Lulu Day seized the dime fresh
from the mint, out of her father's hand,
and forgetting doors in her haste, she
ran to the street, and the tormented
turtle. There it lay on the pavement,
just a& she had left it.
" Your time is up," cried Dick, and
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just before Lulu readied the place, he
stooped and drew a match. He held it
in his hand, just ready to apply to his
victim, when Lulu seized the hand, and
put something in it. The something
was the shining dime.
" There, Dick Jones, that is yonrs, if
you will give me this turtle. I want it ;
see, it's pretty."
For a moment Dick hesitated. The
bribe in his hand was a temptation, so
was the means of tormenting any thing
or any body ; for the law of loving-
kindness was unknown to the boy.
Lulu looked so much in earnest, and
held the torpid animal so lovingly, that
Albert Elder's heart was won over to
her cause, and he whispered in Dick's
ear: '' You know you can buy the
marbler> you wanted with that dime.'*
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" So I can, it comes just in time ;
you can liave the creature if you want
it, but it will die, I know," said Dick.
" Oh ! I thank you," said Lulu, and
now that the property was her own,
and the victim safe from farther perse-
cution, she said : " How do you know,
"boys, but you will get terribly pun-
ished for treating any thing so cruelly?
I know one thing ; if I was God, I'd do
something to make you feel sorry.
You are awfully wicked, every one of
you, to hurt a poor thing like this!"
And Lulu stroked the hard shell, as if
it would soothe the hurt that it had
The four boys who had been en-
gaged in the transaction, felt the powei
of Lulu's sermon, notwithstanding the
anger that attended its delivery, and
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tliey went away whistling with all
their power, to drown the voice of con-
science, that whispered to each one of
Lulu carried her turtle home. It
was not until hours had gone by, that
life returned to it. Then it began to
thrust forth its head, and return it to
the shell, as if in great agony from
the burns it had received.
Lulu watched it carefully ; she fed it,
and did her utmost to make it comfort-
able. She put it away for the night in
a place of safety as she thought, and
very early in the morning went out to
look for it. To her astonishment it
was not to be found. She enlisted
Theodore's sympathies in her behalf,
and the two searched carefully tho
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premises, hut were compelled to think
that it had escaped.
Now, it so happened, that the turtle,
hy the time of morning, had recovered
from the pain of the burns, sufficiently
to think of its home in the forest and
by the river banks ; and it escaped
from its prison, and would have found
its way to its old haunts, but for two
The two boys were Albei*t and Dick.
They were on their way to a tract of
pasture-land, and were driving cows
there ; when, in passing Mr. Day's
house, they espied the turtle just as he
was leaving the premises.
Dick made a prisoner of it without
the slightest hesitation. He dropped
it into a basket that he carried, and
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"What are you going to do with
that turtle?" said Albert.
"Do with it? Why, keep it, of
course. Isn't it mine ? When I found
it the first time, it was mine, and why
not now, pray?" said Dick.
" Well, you are the meanest boy in
all Birmingham, to sell a thing one
day, and pick it up and claim it the
next. I tell you what, Dick Jones,
that sermon that Lulu Day gave us
yesterday is enough for me ; you don't
catch me in such mean business again
"Before I'd care what kind of a
sermon Lulu Day preached, or any
body else. I tell you this turtle is
mine, and I'm going to keep it too,
and won't we have fun about the time
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the young lady takes her walk home
from school to-morrow night !"
"No, I will have nothing to do
with it, and I won't be seen in your
company again, not even driving cows
with you." And Albert Elder cried
out to the cows under his charge to
"keep to the right, and let Dick
Jones pass by."
Dick was very angry, but he said
nothing, and as went on he was de-
vising some plan of revenge, some
way in which he could punish Albert
Elder for deserting him.
The cows were driven upon their
pasture meadows, which adjoined.
Dick had some trouble in replacing
the bars. He could not put them in
order alone, and he put down his ba&
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ket and called to Albert,' who was
Imlt-way down tlie hill.
A]])ert went back and gave all the
assistance that was needed cheerfully,
and ^vithout one sign of unwillingness.
Tlie turtle took his opportunity to
escaj)e, doubtless thinking it his only
chance. He had hidden in the stone
wall; but, either not being an intel-
ligent turtle, or not appreciating his
advantage, he did not remain concealed,
and so was put into the basket again,
and taken by Dick Jones to a place
The afternoon of the same day. Lulu
was going home, when she encountered
"Look here, Miss Day!" he called
"I've something to show you," and
Dick uncovered the basket he carried.
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'' Wasn't 1 lucky to find another turtle
just like yours?" he asked.
" Where did you get it ?" questioned
" Oh ! I found it on my way to drive
the cows this morning."
"In the road?"
"No, up by the high stone wall.
I don't care now if you have got
" But I have not. It got away and
jumped off in the night, I suppose,
for this morning I could not find it,
and Thoie and I looked everywhere.
How do you know but iJiis one is
"How could it get upon the stone
wall a mile and a half away, I should
like to know ?" asked Dick.
" I should know in a minute, 'cause
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I tied a bit of red sewing-silk around
one of its legs. Please let me look,"
said Lulu. Dick Jones held tlie turtle
out of lier reach and ran off.
The little girl was in great distress.
She knew not what to do, and in the
midst of her fear, her brother Theo
" O good Thody ! I never was so
glad to see you in my life. That bad
boy, Dick Jones, has got a turtle, and
he won't let me see whether it is mine
or not ; and you know I tied a piece
of sewing-silk around it. Won't you
make him let you see it ?"
In an instant Theodore w^as in rapid
pursuit of Dick Jones, who was com-
pelled to flee so f^ist that he hadn't
time to take off the silk, which he was
very anxious to do.
THE OLD STONE CHIMNEY. 21
Theodore came upon liim, caught
the basket out of his hand, and before
the boy could resist in the least, Theo
dore was in possession of the turtle.
There was the mark. Lulu's mark
upon it, and without ceremony Theo-
dore returned it to its lawful owner.
Great was Lulu's delight. She car-
ried it home in triumph, determined
that it should be guarded so carefully
that it should never more escape.
"Papa, how I do wish somebody
would burn matches right under that
horrid boy's nose !" exclaimed Lulu, her
voice shaking and her little person all
• athrob with anger, as she carried her
pet into her father's presence to show
him where Dick Jones had fastened
pins into the much-suffering turtle.
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They were carefully drawn out be-
fore Mr. Day spoke to Lulu.
" Poor little thing, to be so abused !"
murmured Lulu softly, as tbe last pin
was removed ; and then as the wrongs
that had been perpetrated rushed into
her mind, she suddenly exclaimed: "I
wish I was big and strong, and wasn't
afraid of Dick Jones, I know what I'd
"Well, Lulu, what would you do?'^
" I'd catch him, and tie him fast to a
tree, and put these pins into him until
he'd promise to behave better."
" O my child !"
"But I would, papa, and then he'd
know just how much it hurt, and now
he thinks it is nice, just because the
turtle jumps about and looks funny,
and he don't feel it himself."
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"And then Dick Jones's mother, ii
he has one, would hear that Lulu Day
had fastened her boy to a tree and
pricked him with pins, and she would
think that the little girl who could do
such a wicked thing ought to be pun-
ished for it, and, being very angry with
her, she would devise some way of mak-
ing her feel pins and needles ; and then
I should be very angry, and go about
to punish somebody else, and at last the
whole neighborhood would be at war
and Derby and Birmingham, perhaj)s,
would throw hot stones at each other
across the river."
" O pai^a ! how funny you make it
all. See, the turtle aches, I know i
does, it wriggles so."
" The poor thing does suffer, I know,
and am very much pained that boys
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can be so cruel; but I wisbed to show
you tbat God can punisb sin better
than we can. We, in our attempts,
make tbe trouble greater by spreading
it ; wbereas, if we only wait, God will
scarcely sbow to us a wiser way, for
He is just to all tbe creatures that
He has made."
"And will He punisb Dick Jones ?"
"He surely will, in His own way
" Good ! tben I can wait, papa, and
1 won't carry a single pin witb me on
tbe street;" and to put away tempta-
tion, Lulu drew fortb a pin frc m ber
dress and laid it upon tbe table.
"Then you wish Dick Jones to be
made to suffer ?"
"To be sure, papa, becaustj you say
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it is right ; and if God punishes him, it
must be right that he should be hurt^
and don't you think I ought to be
"No, Lulu, I do not; I think you
should be sorry, and ask God to forgive
Dick Jones, and give him a kind heart,
that he may be tender and true toward
every thing that is weaker than he is."
The turtle gave signs of great pain,
thrusting forth its burned head as far
as it could, and then suddenly retreat-
ing into its shell.
Lulu's eyes filled with tears of pity.
*^ O papa ! how can I ?" she asked.
She stooped down, and stroked the
turtle as if she would soothe its pam.
" Papa, it doesn't move any more ; do
you think it can be going to die?"
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Mr. Day took it up. It neitter
moved nor gave signs of life.
" It will not suffer any more, Lulu ;
it is dead."
'' Grive it to me, please, papa ; may he
it isn't quite dead."
Lulu sat down upon tlie carpet with
the turtle in her apron, and watched it
carefully for a full halfhour, and all
the while tears were falling upon the
shell, tears of pity, mingled with indig-
nation. At last she put it down, and
went to her father's side.
In a moment his occupation was left
"What is it, my dear?"
"I shouMn't like to see Dick Jones
die as my poor turtle did, if I was his
sister, and may be he has one."
" I am thankful to hear you say so,
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Now that tlie turtle is dead and can
suffer 110 more, can you ask God to
forgive Dick Jones V
^' Yes, papa, I can, for I am sorry for
Ins motlier, and I suppose she loves
him. I'll pray to God to forgive him
for her sake, and that she needn't feel
"Lulu, I will tell you for whose sake
all our prayers must go up to heaven.
Ohrist loved every one who lived on
the earth so much that He came down
and was nailed to the cross with
nails in His hands and His feet, that
they might be forgiven by His Father.
He loves us better than father or
Lulu interrupted her father to ask :
"And would Christ feel badly to have
Dick punished ?"
28 THE OLD STONE CHIMNEY.
"Yes. He does not like to have
His children sniffer, not even f jr tlieir
"Then I mnst ask God to forgive
Dick Jones for Christ's sake, because
Christ loves him, must I, papa?"
Lulu kneeled down, and for a mo-
ment the room was very still. Up
through the silence went Lulu's prayer :
"Please, Father in heaven, to forgive
Dick Jones for burning the turtle, and
putting pins into it, for Christ's sake."
And then Lulu took up the dead tur-
tle, and went and hid it in the grass.
^\^ dfljapte Ci-oo.
(^^MW "L^LU DAY bad not spoken
|l|€^^to Dick Jones until the
I "^^v afternoon, when the turtle
"p J I called forth her sympathy
and her words. She had oftentimes
seen him at play on the street, but
knew no more of him than his name
Dick Jones was the son of a laborer
in one of the iron-mills in Birmingham.
Mr. Jones worked, because it was his
habit to work. He left a large share
. of his earnings at a grocery in the vih
lage, or at a public house across the
river, from the same cause. He left
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his wife to pass lier eveuiogs alone,
and liis children to wander in the
street, because he had formed the
liabit of doing so. His days were
very niucli alike, except that the roll-
ing-mill was closed on Sundays, and he
oould not work. He was indifferent to
every thing about him. You could
not see the man passing through the
street, without feeling that he was
asleejD, and that a strong, thorough
shaking w^ould be to liim a kindness ;
but no stirring event had come as yet
into his life.
Mrs. Jones was a quiet, long-suffer
ing little woman, into whose mind it
rarely came to question any thing, al-
though she did sometimes wonder why
her children should not be like other
children ; but since thc^.y were not, she
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tried to be reconciled to her lot. And
as they grew older, they passed more
and more from under her control ; and
if, at times, when some great act of re-
bellion startled her, she thought of the
future . and its coming events, she as
quickly turned to the fact, that she
could not help it, and it was of no use
to worry about it.
A deep lethargy had fallen upon the
household. To their spiritual and tern
poral interest they were alike indif
Albert Elder's mother was a widow.
She lived across the Housatonic River,
on a small farm that had been her hus-
band's ; and Albert and Fanny were her
' The influence of Albert Elder's
liome was good and kindly, but the
32 THE OLD STONE CHIMNEY.
boy was astray. During the winter,
he had devoted too much of his time
to the companionship of idle boys,
either on the river, when King Cold
held it in his icy clasp, or upon the
high hills that were snow-covered ; and
he found it very hard to overcome the
habit. Naturally Albert Elder was a
kind boy ; but at the time of the inci-
dent recorded in the first chapter, he
was fast becoming a slave to the evil
influences that surrounded him. The
little sermon of Lulu Day, although
delivered in wrath, had its effect upon
him. He began to feel how very mean
it was to torment any thing merely be-
cause it had no power io harm him,
and with the feeling dawned the con-
sciousness that Dick Jones was not a
good boy. This consciousness was
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strengthened into firm belief when, on
the morning following the sermon, he
saw Dick take the turtle that he had
sold the day before, and he resolved
that he would have nothing more to
do with him.
Lulu encountered Albert on her way
to school in the afternoon.
The little girl's eyes were red from
the tears that had fallen at the misery
they had looked upon, and she was
walking on, feeling very unhappy, and
not noticing the beauty of the day, or
the birds that sung with all their
power to charm, when Albert said :
" I'm very sorry about the turtle ;
it was very mean to burn it."
Lulu was startled by the words. She
looked up and saw Albert.
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"Tlie turtle is dead now; you killed
it !" she said.
" Oh ! no, it isn't ; Dick Jones picked
it up this morning close by your gate,
and carried it off — it was right lively."
" It's dead, and we're going to bury
it this afternoon, Thode and I."
" Where did you find it ?"
" Thode took it away from Dick
Jones this morning. You see I had
tied my mark upon it, and it was
there when my brother found it."
" I'm very sorry !"
" So am I."
"May I come and help bury it?"
Albert spoke with such evident sin-
cerity, that Lulu could not refuse his
request, and so it was arranged that
Albert should be present.
Dick Jones was on his way for the
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COWS just at the time in the afternoon
when Thode, Lulu, and Al])ert were
putting the turtle into the ground.
He called over the fence : " Come,
Albert Elder, come on for your cows."
"I'm not going yet; you needn't
"Needn't I? You are civil. I say,
what are you doing there?"
Theodore Day called out : " We are
finishing youi' work ; you may come in
Without the slio^htest idea of the
meaning his words conveyed, Dick
jumped over the fence and joined them.
A small hole had been dug in the
ground, and the dead turtle was lying
" Whew ! what's the matter now ? Is
the thing dead?" asked Dick, and he
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put out his foot to turn it over, but
Lulu darted forward in time to prevent
Lis toucli upon it.
"You've killed it witli matches and
pins, and now it's dead you shall not
kick it. I wanted you tied up to a
tree and pricked ; but papa said it
was wicked, and that I ought to ask
to have you forgiven instead of pun-
ished; but I should think you'd be
afraid of getting hurt in some way,
you're such a bad, wicked boy."
Theodore put the animal in its grave.
The sight of Dick made Lulu too in-
dignant to cry just then, and she threw
the fresh earth in, whilst Dick walked
a^vay without speaking one word.
The turtle's grave was made. Theo-