The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1871-11-25

number of times. Then her little mis-
tress became tired of the performances
The stiffness was oppressive. 1t really
was very provoking that Miss jackson
was not gifted with the power ofspeech.
"Stupid old thing2" she said to her,
self, q shouldn't much care II she dld
die. I believe I'll take off her plasters
and put her to bed She must learn to
bear her own pains. ] have to when |
have the tooth ache / must wash her
eyes out first so she'll go 10 sleep.
Miss Jackson meellly submitted to
that painful operation, and was repos-
ing TRANQUILITY upon the sofa. Ruble
had settled herself in the big rocking
chairs and been suspiciousiy quiet fer
some time, when the kitchen clock
made her start. She counted the
strokes. Could it be twelve O'Clock I?
| How strange it seemed down there all
alone, Where was she when 1T struck
sten" and televcn'? Twelve o'clock
Midnight. She had never been up SO
| late but once III her life before, and
| that was when mamma was so very
sick, and papa Just took her TO the
bed, and let her look. How good mann
ma was Rubie remembered how often
she had to lie down while making her
little pique dress. ''And | wouldn't
even promise to be good girl, she
thought, with almost sob. "What if
mamma should die" Here, in the
midst of her sad reflections, she heard
a faint rustling on the sofa, and all at
once she thought of Miss Jackson.
Alas neuralgia and mustard plasters
were nothing III comparison to what
she was now suffering, for two little
mice were busy ut work. Yes, upon
her very vitals, winch We're pouring ont
in a stream of saw dust and bran
Rubie was mortaily afraid of mice.
Moreover, Notwithstanding her late i'm
patience, she loved Miss Jackson. She
gave one loud shrek, which etie ctual-
~ frightened the little animals, and
brought Aunt Sophy to her side.
ooh. auntie,n she sobbed, 4" the
mice were eating Miss Jackson all
up"
Didn't you see them coming
"No; | wasn't looking. Oh, l don't
want mamma to die, arlntie!
Aunt Sopby took the poor excited
child upon her lap, and rocked hel
al
ceased. Then ahe told her that mamma
was growing stronger every day now,
and a month of quiet rest would prob
ably make her quite well again. That
it had troubled her very much to &c
away, and leave her children, but the
doctor said it must be SO.
Rubie had heard all this before, but,
somehow, she realized it now for the
first time.
Mother will think a great deal
about her little boy and girl at home,
said Aunt Sophy. g 1t VIII grieve hel
if they are not happy"
Rubie couldn't speak.
''The baby behaved like a man to
night, and ii you will help me, too, WE
shall get along nicely"
q will will-oh I'm 50 sorry"
Aunt Sophy kissed the little culver
ing lips, then took Rubie up stairs t.
her room, where baby was sleeping
quietly.
"Why, auntie,' inquired the little
girl. much surprised as she looked a
the nice smooth coverlet, /" Haven
you gone to bed yet -
ono, replied Aunt Sophy quietly
q was waiting for some one.
Rubie hid her face, and her only
answer was closer hug. The mex
day she dictated letter to her mother
1t was as follows:
Ny DEAR MAMMA: - / want You &c
get we'll l viii be good. The baby
was good last night, but [ wasn't
Aunt Sophy didn't go to bed early
The mice chcwed Miss Jackson all up
She can't stand up or sit down. Aunt
Sophy says props she can fill her W
again
Good-by. Your little daughter,
RUBIE.
F. 81 viii be good.-NcB., II
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