Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1873-05-22
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sat in the doctors Office, waiting
for prescription to be filled, He was
busy telling me how young Darby
bore tho amputation of his leg, when
he WAS startled with a rumbling and
tumbling down stairs, and tho bump
ing of children's heads and Joints
| against the balusters and the steps.
The doctor hurried to the door.
There stood the baby daughter, Caddy,
bending over the PROSTATE form of q
little boy, a good deal bigger than her.
self. She had made little round, hard
fists, and was pegging away at the head
and back of the foe lying at her feet,
"See here, Gladly, hold on! What
does this ,nean?" said her father, push
ing her back.
why, he wants to go home, and I
don't low him to-" and the child
looked up at her father as though she
were the most aggrieved baby in the
world.
Swell, that is not the way to make
him stay You should coax and net
him, and let him play with your kitty,
and then he'll like to stay" said her
father.
''He won; I have to make him stay;
I have to pound him u and she looked
up, and her little fists were still
clenched.
"see here, Lenny. you and Caddy
may play marbles )" and the doctor
lifted painful of marbles down from
an upper shelf, and gave them to the
child.
"Caddy is so strong and so positive
that she makes all the children in town
obey her and if moral suasion won't
do, she tries her fist" said the doctor,
by way of explanation, returning to his
table, and leaving the children playing
together amicably.
The very next day had to 20 to the
doctors for papa's medicine. It was
Sunday, and I went across lots in q
quiet way, not to attract attention. As
/ climbed mp the railroad bank half
dozen children were gathered under q
clump of haw trees, and I heard one of
them say,
BE sthill; there's NTH Rithe, an
she'll fink we're lot o. little hethens,
whoopin' round thith way on Thun
When I came up they were still, and
had demure faces and folded hands.
just then my attention was caught by
two little ones running toward the haw
trees with all their might. One was
my little neighbor, Caddy, with ready
made fists, and she was chasing Charley
Reed. Oh /! they made their legs fly
like drum sticks Cad was in swift
pursuit; poor, scared Charley, with
parted lips and wide, white eyes,
looked back over his shoulder, and
seeing his bold pursuer gaining
ground. he ran up on the fence like a
squirrel, and escaped.
Cat2dy was bataed. She allowed her
fists to loosen, and make dear little,
dumpy, puffy hands. Her lower lip
fell, and quivered, and conquered, she
cried right out, and started home on
an easy dog-trot, with tho CRY coming
out in cOnvulsive jerks.
She was so odd, so strong and de-
termined- withal such strange, rare
baby, that I was interested in her. She
was always doing something strange,
like no other baby. Once her father
came in from visiting a patient, and
left his overcoat and medicines on a
chair while he ate his dinner. When
he was quite done eating he happened
to notice Caddy talking to herself in an
adjoining room. She was saying:
chow, Miss Sniff, you must take
one powder every two days of the hour,
and one drop out of the bottle, and ii
the pain comes on your leg any more,
you must boil it in hot water, and
baive it wiz calamint; and you may
eat little ofeverything in the day and
night, and you'll soon be we'll again,
Miss Sniff"
The doctor rose and peeped through
the door, and there sat Caddy on the
floor beside the chair, busy making
powders. She had opened the differ.
ent papers of medicine, and taken q
little out of each one and put them in
the small bits of paper that were lying
all around her. She had folded some
and laid them aside.
He found her once with one of her
dear little legs quite nicely bound up
after the manner of broken limb she
lay on her back, grooming and pretend
ing to be really in pain.
Once she shut her cat up in the doc
tors cupboard among his bottles,
closed the glass doors, and then began
swapping the lash of q whip ct It to
scare it away. The poor cat squalled
with fear.
If you'd see Caddy. the first thing
you'd say to me would be:
! "What beautiful brown eyes she
has! and what firm, well-knit, plump
frame! She appears so beautiful for o
three-year-old baby, only it is such 4
pity that the little dear has that scar
on the end Of her nose! How did she
| do lts with the scissors, or her fathers
razor2"
''No, not with the scissors, though
! they have to be stuck in corn-cob ali
the time, to keep her from doing mis-
chief; nor with the razor, although she
took it once and sharpened it on the
hone, and whitfield the strop like q
piece of soft pine, and then made a
lather and shaved her legs nicely. No,
that scar wasn't made by any common
means.
When the smallpox was raging in
the cities last winter, and there was
danger in all our railroad villages of that
dread disease, nearly a]l tho people
We're vacclnated. Caddy's father aid
such work every day, more or less, for
months. She would stand by and
watch him, and when any of the little
children were vaccinated and would
cry out, she would cry, and catch the
doctor around his legs and try to pull
him away. It hurt her to have fright
encd little children cry with pain and
fear.
Cad wouldn't be vaccinated. She
would bare her al IN, and make up her
mind to stand it like little woman
but rs soon rs her father would norno