Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1872-08-19
A Pretty, Sad Story.
HOW A LETTER WENT TO PAPA.
From Our Young Folks.


proceeding from it, demanded, "Vat you
doin'; auntie 2" II }1 i
Writing letters" responded auntie,
who with bunch of envelopes and
quire of paper before her, was very deep
in the business indeed Then a fat,
dimpled finger stole cautiously up and
touched finished pile.
lone, two, free, four, amen !" count
ed Tiny, who always cherished the be-
lief that "amen' stood for full stop,
and made use of it accordingly.
"Vat for you write letters, auntie ~
"Oh, to send to my friends, respond
ed auntie, bending over her work and
speaking in a voice that seemed to issue
from her eyebrows.
Where is yonr friends ?" persevered
the child.
Everywhere, said auntie, who hap
pened to be writing that word at the
moment.
"Does letters 60 ev'ywhere %
YES" responded auntie, absently.
"Would letter 60 to papa a?'
"Yes." said auntie, again. who by
this time was in the Very heart of a
brilliant description and did not hear.
"How does this letter 60 % urged she
again, this time touching auntie's elbow
by way of experiment, so far as auntie
was concerned, resulted in bold up
ward stroke, as an acute angle with the
last chair line and she looked up,
really out of patience at last.
20, Tiny" she said, "what little
mis-" but she stopped suddenly
There was such 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, darling, and you must not
disturb her. Another day she will talk
to you just as much as ever you wish.
Here p added she, observing the look of
disappointment that stole over the sun
ny face; ''see! L will make letter Of
you and send you to mamma"
So she took a postage stamp out OF
the little drawer, and parting the fossy
curls, pasted it right in the center Of
Tiny's smooth white forehead.
, 81 don't know where letters goes,
said the baby girl, chuckling delight
edly. "Does they fly" s.a4~oef
Letters don't goes, - said auntie
laughing, "they 60 through the post-of
flee. Now run along and put yourself
in a post-ofice somewhere, and mamm;
will be sure to find you."
80 yes! 1 know, I saw'd it-th'
pos -ofice-me and mamma-one day
It's down the corner and round tn
ab'nue."
So she trotted off across the broad Ii
brary floor, out into the hall, and Aun
Sue, having heard the door close behint
her, returned to her writing.
Out in the hall, Tiny stood still. 4
great thought came to her. II will G
: to papa," said she to herself Pap
was gone away. He had been gone, O
l such q long, long time She could onl,
just family remember, like dream
i, some soft, loving brown eyes, and
gentle voice that called her 'littl
daughter" Then the rooms were yer
, dark one time. strange black box. Gov
cred with. flowers, was carried out a
the door, and papa had never com
back any more. Never once, thoug
! she had run all through the house an
r garden crying out, 81 want papa!
n want papaT' many day. But mo-
: she could 60 to him. They told her h
was gone to God, but was she not
; letter now, and had not auntie said tina
= letters go ev'ywhere? +? And if she coul
t only get into the "pos' Office" pap
/: would be sure to find her. Yes, sh
would goJtog papa! There stood 5th
n hat-rack, with her own small jocke
: hanging upon it: so with all he
strength she pushed forward one of tn
v great hall chairs, climbed up and secu1
n ed her hat, put it on hindside foremos
# poor little Tiny land opening tt
door went out into the street.
} Twenty minutes afterward Aunt SUI
= having finished her letters. crossed tt
v hall and noticed the displaced chair an
1 missing jockey, and wondered where ii
(. child could be. At that very momel
: the clerk at the post Office heard a p
ping voice. and, looking down, saw
r. strange sight-a tiny creature, no mo-
, than three years old, it seemd, vii
e. jockey hat awry, its sweeping plum
'e tangled with golden curls, postas
= = stamp shining conspicuously in the ce
i ter of polished forehead, and VISIT
blue eyes turned up at him, glistenir
er with great hope
is 81 want to 60 to papa" said Il
ty voice.
a. The clerk smiled "Where is 70,
u papa % asked he
re "Gone to God said Tiny, solemnl
d The smile died cut They had Sc