HOW WILL WAS CURED

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Nov 18, 1903

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 29, No. 46.

HOW WILL WAS CURED.

“I don’t know what to do with my little boy,” said Willie’s mother. “He hasn’t been well, and the doctor told me to take him to the seashore, and let him play all day in the sand. But how am I going to make him play when he does not feel like it? He hides from the merry children, and sits and mopes by himself.”

“I know a prescription much better than your doctor’s,” said a strange lady sitting by.

“What is it?” asked Will’s mother.

“Call him, and let me try it,” said the stranger.

“Will! come here a minute,” called his mother.

Will got up slowly, leaving his bucket and spade in the sand.

“They’re just going to tease me about not playing,” he grumbled to himself. “I wish everybody would let me alone.”

But they didn’t say a word to him about playing.

“Will,” said the strange lady, brightly, “if you are not too busy, I wish you would help me a little.”

Will pricked up his ears. It had been a long time since he had been allowed to help anybody but himself.

“You see that little yellow cottage away off there?” asked the lady. “It is about a mile up the beach. There is a lame boy in that cottage, and I want to send him an orange; will you take it?”

“Yes, ma’am, certainly,” said the boy.

“And, Will,” she continued, “if you can do anything to amuse, or cheer him, it would be a good thing, you know; he can’t get out of the house by himself, but he might with you to help him.”

Will was done moping now. He forgot all about himself in doing things for lame Lucien. That strange lady’s prescription worked wonders. If you ever feel dull, little readers, I advise you to try it.—The Sunbeam.