Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1864-03-23
An Incident.

1t was late. The lamps OF the car burn
ed dimly. In one seat were "happy
couple" rejoicing in carpet-bag, two
band boxes, basket, brown paper par
eel, and sleeping cherub." Suddenly
the cherub-a girl of some three years
experience in this strange world-awoke
from one of those long, undisturbed slum-
bers that are among the prerogstives OF
childhood, and climed up so as to stand
and look over the back Of the seat. Two
care-worn, trsvel-weary and half awake
men sat directly in front of the little Great
ure. They looked as if they had been on
board OF railroad cars fo- month, and had
journeyed from the regions about sunset.
The great, curious eyes Of the child fell
upon them. She scanned carefully the
face of each, and one would have deemed
her to have been an infantile physioRno-
mist. Presently one Of them looked at
her. 1t was evident that she rather liked
him; for instantly her little voice was
heard as she piped out the query:
"Do you love little girlsi"
The man looked st her q moment rsth-
er grufiy, and then replied:
'No-I don't"
A shade of disappointment and surprise
was instantly daguerrotyped upon the
countenance of the child, but passed
of when she replied:
"Yes you do"
The man reused himself, and took an
other look; he was evidently both puz-
zlsd and interested, and he said, "How
do you knoHf"
And she said, "'Cause you look as If
you did"
This thawed him out q little, and he
said, 81 have little girl at home"
The little creature now evidently felt
that she was on the right track and
after 3 look that showed that this intelli-
gence presented new and unexpected
view of the affair, renewed the conyer-
sation earnestly, and the following COLO
guy ensued:
do you love your little girlf"
ayes"
"Is she real good little girlr
Sometimes she is"
"Does she go down in the kitchen
when she ought not tot"
"Yes, sometimes"
"Do you whip your little girl when she
Is naughtyp
Sometimes"
docs she cry when you talk to her,
and tell her she is naughty"
"Yes."
"7Hsn do you whip heri"
Sometimes"
When she says she is sorry. do you
whip her hen~
mo never"
Then the little creatures eyes danced
and sparkled at this, and drawing conclu-
sions no doubt from her own experience,
she exclaimed:
"Tm real glad"
Then looking at the other man who
had refused to answer the question she
had put to him, she said to her newly
made friend, with look Of wonder:
THAT man won't speak to mel Does
he love little girls9"
The man had heart somewhere, and
he thawed out. Rousing himself, ne ex-
tended his brawny hand, and said:
''How do you do, sissy?"
And the little creature, not altogether
at ease, replied:
''Im pretty well; how are your"
BY this time all within hearing of this
colloquy were moved to tears; the eyes of
the parents of the little prattler were full
to overhowing, and those who were near
est heard one of the men she had ques-
toned say to the other:
Shes little WITCH"
And so she was. Her blooming beauty
and her infantile artfulness were power
full enough to break through the rough
ness, the WEAKNESS, and reverse, and in
difference of the travel-worn men of the
world, and to melt them TO tears.