Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1868-01-10
cRItpRENls 60.
From Our Young Folzs
Mr. Turk and What became ofBim.

- ollssi-a- tAal1 As 10 Qeati Lhal Is
only twenty-five cents ~
20, atoy,-the lcveliess toy you ever
saw. It's f3t for prince, and queen
would want it; and it hangs there iu
4 gne MlnQo1Vs al scarlet and blue, dane
ing ana dancing as if it was really alive
ana very glad % be-. i went ia auG
L asked Mr.. Smith how much ft COST anC
II won't you give it TO mo ~
1 Mrs. May remembered the balloon
ION the Oomm0n5 last week thab col.
4 lapsad On lga way nome anu thc dane
& ing-J agk that never would dance aaw
i more after H40FEie a9Fneth-fts and fhg
j Isingilgzbird thut Wouldn't sing: end
4 the barking dog-tlat would MT bark
and 2 haits1czeKl other l1EEEciltlsc llc1
/ were to have made her Little girl hap-
py for q lifetime, and did make her SD
for i've minutes but the eager fEg8and
I coazCimE voice carrie6 the day, and she
took outof her portemounaie q crisp
new quarter.
30, you are just the dearest mammal1
And the little one ran away 90 Hike
Mercury, she were viuN+footed. She
left the door open behind herr but brrr
May pardoned that to her ezcif60enf
and shut 81, dreamiilT thinlzinn what
due thing it was to Be yOu1i 6n.0ufla q
have little things satiEfyl=-tcr like roosr
i crystal just az well as c1au1ondg.
4 Scarcely was therdooE Hlub before 81
opened again, and ila came Eaoisrib V5it|r
1 the Princes Deli Eht and Qua8nig En-
tVy,n as her mother cilEiGtou16 o. little
thing that looked like q Chinese man
DARN, but must have been meant for e.
4 dancing dervifhy for 10 was dance on
nothing with it,-With a blue robe, and
loose scarlet trousers, and q queer little
/ turban-lilze cap, TO the centre OF which
I an elastic Was secured. me ching laa
I a cofee-col0red faces with n nlarrV twist
1 to the mouth, frueBistibly uuaiu6s hnE
/ as HlOrrie swung the elastic ill her hand
1 he bobbed mp and down, ard really
/ looked as if enjoyed It. r.
/ 'tIs MT it lovely, mamma T'--but Flor
rie said this. with hesitation3 as IL she
were not quite sure Of sympathys or.
/ POSSIBLY, the toy looked more wonder
/ ful to her in the shOp-WindOw than
when she held it I'm her hand
"Don't break the elastic, or 70 won't
/ be lovely" mamma said, smiling.
go no fear of thati it's strong as can
/ be''; and that marvellous faith oC
| childhood in the abiding and eternal
nature Of all its possessions and its Joys
shoue in her face.
She went into her playrOOm,--a little
/ room opening like q recess out Of her
mammals sitting-rOOm, with curtains
to shut it off. All her doll-family lived
here, and there was q little menagerio,
toO,--saY a hospital, rather,-of voice
less dogs, tuneless birds, and disabled
cats. Mrs. May could not see her, but
she could her talking.
"Children, ,"-children meant the doll
family afOresaid,-"this is Mr.. Turk
| Princes Delight mamma calls him.
but his name is Mr.. Turk. lie Is going
TO give you lessons in dancing. Como
/ here, Catherine Seraphina, YOU must
have on your blue frock."
Then there was silence, and Mrs.
May knew just how auxiously the little
face was bending over the task, fasten-
ing tiny buttons, smoothing folds,
making carefully the dOIl's dainty toll
of TDrsnanrrfIvr AF4a rrrsfun "a a.
Mr.. Turk, why don't you dance You
did in Mr.. Smiths window, and pv8
hung you up just the same as he had
you. Must j pull you all the time to
keep you going2 j heard papa say
some body was as lazy as a Turk, and
now ] know just how lazy that is.--
Well if you won't dance alone IlI help
you. Heigho, children, just look NJ
him Is MT he a brave, beautiful, gay
Mr.. Turk ~
just then Mrs. May was called down
stair to see a Yisitor,-an intimate friend
who stayed long time,-sO that il was
almost nightfall when she went back
again to her own room. There, at the
window, stood Florrie, looking out, and
so busy thinking that she did not hear
the door open.
The mother saw in the listless drOop
of the little figure something that
meant sadness and yet the child would
have made pretty picture, full Of rosy,
EOL0eAl AAllAlAs3s GAAE4 dis YOU WALL sec III
you go "Among the Studios and find
some of Nh. .Babcock's pictures. The
sunset frightened the soft cnrls till
they looked like pure gold spun into
ine threads by some industrious fairy.
There was Just a glimpse visible VI
snowy neck and rounded cheek, and
one dimpled hand thrown back against
the crimson curtain completed fhe effect
of careless, childish grace.
'Birdie," Mrs. May said, with the un-
HHa Ia mHaH-a "
ened her tones when she spoke to her
one little girl. And then Florrie turn
ed toward her a very sad face indeed,
breaking up She pleasant picture.
'tdr, Turk is dead, mamma"
'FMaybe not dear. Perhaps he is on
ly wounded, and you know you and
have nursed good many manned he
roes back to health. Let us see Wheth-
er his case is hopeless"
Then Florrie went away slowly, and
brought out Of her own room poor Turk
despoiled Of the glory Of his urban
cap, and the elastic broken OF. Mrs.
May took him into her hands, and look
ed at him with shreWd compassion.
81 really think we can bring him
to life, dear. A little glue viii
fasten his cap on and then we can get
a new elastic, and set him to dancing
again"
but he'd be a fixed-up thing, mammal
said Florrie, taking bim back, sand
fxed-np things are never quite the
same"
She had spoken wiser than sbo knew.
She viii learn the same lesson by and
by about broken faith, shattered friend
ships, enfeebIed health, and all the
other things which groWn-up people try
in vain to mako as good as new by ''iiE-
ing" She had a vague foreEhadowimu
Of this, perhaps, as she stood holding
poor deceased Mr.. Turk I'm her hand.
"I think had better bury him. mann
ma. He would never be the same 10
me again and If I should put him
away altogether, 1 could always re-
how he danced to-day, and
how glad and proud I was when
brought HIM home. Won't you come
to his funeral, and help me q little p"
Looking at the little, sad face, so
much in earnest, Mrs. May consented.
She found a neat box just large enough
for Mr.. Turks coffin, and Elorrie laid
him in it carefully, on bed of snowy
cottonwood, his turban-Cap upon his
head,-poOr dancing gentleman who
would dance no more.
There was nook in the garden which
had already been made a place Of sop
ulture. Queen Elizabeth slept there
e great wax doll, with wonderful eyes,
anc real curis, and elegant clothes, who
came all the way from Paris Elorrte
day, and found her with only The ele-
CANT clothes and the curling hair ro-
naming of her lost beauty.-the rest a
5hapeless mass of wax. Queen Eliza
BETH had been buried under the great
-Ose-bush, in the pleasantest corner Of
he garden, and at her feet Florri8 dug
With her little spade grave for poor
Mr.. Turk. When the funeral was over
Ind they turned 20 go, Mrs. May saw
ears glistening I'm the blue eyes she
owed so well, and tried to offer n oruub
If comfort.
EFF YOU care so much, darling, Won
han have another Mr.. Turk, and ho
viii fare better, perhaps.n
"No, mamma, don't want another,
{ would never be this one, and j never
.ould be so glad ofhim. I should think
rom the first how soon he would como
o an end but this one-O mammGr
hought he would dance forever in
You think i have told you but q lit-
lie story It is the the story Of great