Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1872-06-28
HOW A LETTER WENT TO PAPA.

LITTLE Tiny LEIGH came in and stood
on tiptoe by the escritoire where Aunt Sue
sat writing. AS she did so a very small
rosebud of mouth made itself apparent
above the line of the desk at auntie's
right, and a piping little voice, proceed
ing from it, demanded, "Vat you doin',
auntie ?"
Writing letters" responded auntie,
who, with bunch of envelopes and a
in the business indeed. Then a fat, dim
pied finger stole cautiously up and touch
ed finished pile.
Zone, two, free, four, amen ~ counted
Tiny, who always cherished the belief
that amen stood for full stop, and
made use of it accordingly.
Vat for you write letters, auntie ?"
so, to send to my friends replied
auntie, bending over her work, and speak
ing in voice that seemed to issue from
her eyebrows.
We're is you fends ?" persevered the
child.
Everywhere" said auntie, who hap
pened to be writing that word at the mo-
ment.
Does letters go ev'ywhere ~
Yes" responded auntie, absently.
Would letter go to papaS"
Yes" said auntie again, who by this
time was in the very heart of brilliant
description, and did not know in the least
what she was talking about
How does letters GO" pursued Tiny.
But auntie did not hear. How does letters
goT urged she again, this time touching
auntie's elbow by way of experiment. The
experiment, so far as auntie was concern
ed, resulted in bold, upward stroke, at
an acute angle with the last "hair line, y
and she looked up, really out of patience
at last.
80 Tiny" said she, "what little
mis-" but she stopped suddenly. There
was such a look of appeal in the soft, blue
eyes fixed anXiously upon her, that she
could not find it in her heart to visit any
Indignation on that small, golden head,
so she only kissed the rosy mouth and
said, "Auntie is very busy just now, dar-
ling, and you must not disturb her. An
other day she will talk to you just as
much as ever you wish. Here!" added
she, seeing the look of disappointment
that stole over the sunny face; ''see! |
will make letter of you and send you to
mamma"
So she took postage-stamp out of her
little drawer, and, parting the fiOssy curls,
pasted it right in the center of Tiny's
smooth, white forehead.
81 don't know how letters goes" said
the baby girl, chuckling delightedly.
docs they ty?"
Letters don't goes, +" said auntie, laugh
ing, they go, through the postoffice.
Now run along and put yourself in post
office somewhere, and mamma will be
sure to find you"
80 yes / know, | saw'd 1.-THE po-
sotlis-me and mamma-one day. It's
down the corner and yound the ab'nue !"
So she trotted off across the broad Ii.
brary floor, out into the hall, and Aunt
Sue, having heard the door close behind
her, returned to her writing.
Out in the hall Tiny stood still A great
thought came to her. 81 will go to
papa" said she to herself. Papa was
gone away. He had been gone, o, such
long, long time She could only just
remember family, like dream, some soft,
loving, brown eyes, and a gentle voice
that called her "little daughter" Then
the rooms were very dark one time,
strange, black box, covered with flowers,
was carried out at the door, and papa had
never come back any more. Never once,
though she had run all through the house
and garden crying out, g want papa
want papa W many a day. But now she
could go to him. They told her he was
gone to God, but was she not letter now,
and had not auntie said that letters could
go e0'gl0here? And if she could only get
into the "po-sofis, papa would be sure
to find her. Yes, she would go to papa
There stood the hat-rack, with her own
small jockey hanging upon it 80 with
all her strength she pushed forward one
OF the great hall chairs, climbed up, and
secured her hat, put it on hindside fore
most-poor little Tiny land opening the
door went out into the busy street.
Twenty minutes afterward Aunt Sue,
having finished her letters, crossed the
hall and noticed the displaced chair and
missing jockey, and wondered where the
child could be. At that very moment the
clerk at the post-office heard little piping
voice, and, looking down, saw strange
sight-a tiny creature, no more than three
years old, it seemed, with jockey hat
awry, its sweeping plume tangled with
golden curls, postage stamp shining con-
spicuous in the center of polished fore
head, and wistful blue eyes turned up to
him, glistening with great hope.
II want to go TO papa,' said the voice
The clerk smiled "Where is your
papa" asked he.
"Gone to God" said Tiny, solemnly.
The smile died out. They had sent
many odd parcels to strange directions
through that office, but never one to that
address, thought he.
81 am letter, and | want to 60 TO pa
pa" pleaded the child, her yearning eyes
still fastened on his face.
"What Is your name?n said the clerk
But Mt that moment a blustering husi