Plymouth advertiser. [volume] (Plymouth, Ohio) 1853-1988, 1853-10-22

flve years was disputing with little girl
Of three. about an apple from big words
they tad come to hard blows and peace
was finally declared at the price of an
orange apiece, and a stick of candy
each combaltant putting in" for the big
gest ..... .....- .....
Poor Allie, with pale cheeks and swol.
en- eyelids, was staggering up and down
the floor under the weight Of mammoth
baby, who was amusing himself, pulling
ou, at intervals, little handsful of hair.
"Quiet that child cant We - said Mrs.
Fetherbee. in no very gentle tone. 81
don't wonder the darling is cross TO see
such soleF n face. You must get a little
life into you somehow, or you won't
earn the salt to you porridge here. There,
| declare you have put his eyes out with
those long curls dangling around: come
here, come here and have 'em cut off,
they don't look proper ior charity child"
(and she glanced at the short, stubby
crops on the heads of the little Fether-
bees
Allies lip qujvsred, as she said =
Mother used to love to brush them ev-
cry morning she said that they were like
little deud sisters; p'ease DON'T" said
she beseechingly.
But tell you do please to cut EN-, 80
there's an end of that" said she, as the
severed ringlets fell in shining heap on
the kitchen floor; and do for creation
sake stop talking of dead folks" and
eat your breakfast, if you want 1t; had
forgot you hadn't any-lheres some of
the chldren's left; if you are hungry it
will go down, and if you ain't you can do
without. "
Poor Allie Tho daintest morsel
wouldn't have gone down, her eyes filed
with tears that wouldh't be forced back,
and she sobbed out-' must cry il you
beat me for il-my heart pains me so
bad. "
H.i.t-y ti.t-y what's all this ~ said a
broad faced rosy milkman as he sat his
shining can on the kitchen table "what's
all this, Mrs. Fetherbee ! ID as lief eat
pins and needles as hear child cry.
Who is she p pointing at Allie, "and
what's the matter with herr"
"Why, The long and short Of it is, she's
a poor pauper that we've taken in out
of charity, and she's crying at her good
luck, that's ALL" said the lady with a
vexed toss of her head. "rhat's the
wav benevolence is always rewarded !;
nothing on earth to do but to tend the
baby, and amuse the children, and run to
the door, and wash the dishes, and make
the beds, and tidy the kitchen, and 60
on few errands n1grateful little bag.
goge!'
Jimmy's heart was as big as his farm;
land that covers considerable ground, }
glancing pi,ifully at the little weeper, he
said skilfully-" That child is going to be
sick, Mrs. Fetherbee, and then what are
you going to with her? Besides she's
too young to be of much use to you ;
you'd better let me take her.
Well, shouldn't wonder if you was
half right" said the frightened woman :
"she's been trouble enough already; I'll
give her quit claim"
"Will you go with me, little maid ~
said Jimmy, with bright good-natured
smile.
ELF you please" said Allie, laying
her little hand confdingly in his rough
: palm.
"Sit up Closer" said Jimmy, as he
nut one arm around her. to steady hel
fragile figure. as they ratified over the
stony pavement. i" We shall soon be on
of this smoky old city. (Consarn it
= l always feel as il | was poisoned every
: time come into town y and then well
! see what sweet hay fields, and new milk
and clover blossoms, and kind hearts
will do for you-you poor little pluckee
chicken! Where did you come from
when you come to live with old Jezebel 2
"From my mothers grave" SAID Al
lie."
"Poor thing! poor thingr' said Jim
, my, wiping away tear with his Goa
/ sleeve. "Well, never mind; l wish
hadn't asked you; I'm always running
my head agin beam. Do you like te
feed chickens, hey! Did you ever mill
COW? or ride on top hay cart? or g
a berrying? Do you love bouncing ree
apples and peaches as big as your fist
1t shall go hard if you don't have 'em all
What's come of your hair child hav,
you had your head shaved ~
",Mrs. Fetherbee cut it off," said Allie
The old sarpint wish I'd com,
little quicker, Was it your curls then
young 'uns were playing with! Wei
never mind" said he, looking admiringly
at the sweet face before him, you don
need 'em ; and they might get you tt
: looking in the glass more than is good fo
you.
"Well, here we are, l declare !; ant
there stands my u.d woman in the door
way. shading her eyes from the sun.
guess she wonders where raised you :"
"Look here, Betsey do see thi. child
The earth is fresh on her mothers grave
| She has neither klth nor kin. I've
brought her from that old skin flint O.
Fe,herbee's. and here she is; if yor
like her it's well and good, and if yor
, don't she'll stay here just the same bu
: know you WILL" said he coaxingly, a.
he passed his brawny arm around her Ca
pacious waist: " and now get her some.
thing that will bring the color to he,
cheeks for mind you, I'll have no white