Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1873-06-26

ana the way steal u p,l1E ID 10 get IN
behind them. Sometimes it is hard work
to squeeze myself behind little ones, tor !
am great evil, and must wait until chill.
dren are quite grown up before can pos
sess them fully. Now have como from
a child named Bessie, u wonderful little
girl, who could say all the cruel things IN
the dictionary without winking, and think
Il thousand wicked things sho did not dare
to say. think l could have made muir
angel came and"
Here tho voice was drowned by a cho.
rus of knocks, rolls, and raps, and, though
Daisy listened with Ill her ears, she
couldn'@ catch another word but NJ she
sat listening md waiting, she saw tho
blue ball stir us if making an effort to
move; then sl,o saw il roll and writho like
u round snake in and out among tho balls,
until ut last it stopped directly in front Of
her, and dropped a low courtesy in tho
most approved style.
"lIere is u polite spirit at least" though,
Daisy Il guess hs must have been edu.
Gated in boarding school ;"iand she waited
with great interest to hear him say:
II am the spiri, Of lying; l go about
catching small rcd tongues; and such a
number Us / have, to be sure! Oh, my
tongues, my tongues, if you could only
hear them MI going NJ once! how they
stutter and stammer, how thoy clatter and
run, making such Il discord all oyer the
world, delightful discord; the louder
no better for me, for I'LL, a wicked soul,
land take pleasure in making others Us
bad as myself. Que Of my tongues was so
wicked ! decided to make home in its
little mouth; and u beautiful home it was,
with wondseiul pearly doors, and such u
cunning little nose tor q chimney, with
eyes like the blue sky shining out above.
Oh. the lies that tongue could telll white
lies and black lies, tiny sly fbs and great
broad falsehoods. Why, sometimes
thought they would snlask my pearly
doors into fragments before they got out"
"Oa dear~ thought Daisy, ~ better
keep my mouth shut mp very tight, and
not ask any questions, lest this wicked
spirit shCnld come into ME. There's one
consolation, my nose wouldn't make .
pretty chimney, it's too turned up, and my
teeth are too uneven for nice doors; be.
sides would bite dreadlully; SO, Mr..
Lying, you better keep away from me. l
wonder if those spirits answer questions
I do 50 want to know some things; want
to know if-pshaw l won't be afraid.
So she began in u firm voice: "Was the
little girl afraid Of You 2"
@No, she never stopped to think Of the
evil in her words; in fact I don't think
aha kna,y 1 vvna theraU
- There wSs literally pounded out Of
Blues squeaky wooden throat by Black
who came bouncing down upon it from
tho box cover, and rushing about SO VIC.
lently us to get quite out Of breath, and
make it difficult for Daisy to understand
him at all, tho words rushing and bobbing
against each other pell.uell, as if in the
greatest hurry to get out.
-" My name is Anger; have come from
n0hid named Mamie; filed her heart
with passion, T filled her mouth with bad
words, 6lledske arns. up tohef finger
tips, until sho scratched and fought like q
tigress; and one day when she was play.
ing at croquet, flashed out of her brlgh,
eyes: and flew into this black ball.
Daisy was quite glad to~+hs3e Anger
finish his speech, and drew, q long sig h Of
sympathy for that little Mamie; when she
heard the most exquisite music. At frs,
it sounded far of aud faint, like the dream
of q sweet sound but as it came nearer
she knew it to DO the echo of q stlll small
voice, the voice of the White ball, and The
voice said:
lam the Spirit of Love. My home il
in the hearts Of all good children. Oh
my dearest little hearts, how beautiful 20,
are, boating with tender pity, throbbine
with kindness and charity! / am never
tired of your purity and innocence, ant
long to get back into the soul of som,
lovely child-such child as once knew
and dwelt in. l lived in her loving
thoughts smiled in her sweet eyes, CLEAN
ed in her shining curls, and filed bel
whole life, until one day, when sho wal
trying to make peace at croQ net, ! flew
out with her kind words into this whit.
balla =
Daisy was 80 pleased ut this that sht
took the white ball and pressed it tenderly
to her heart.
Take us, take US ALSO" cried the othe,
balls; but Daisy replied in great haste:
"No, no, 60 away from me, you naughty;
wicked spirits, and 60. away from my
balls. Poor things" said she, they look
so battered and bruised l must. take them
out in tho garden, aud lay them among
the soft sweet violets, where they can
hear the fountains splash, the bees hum
and the birds sing. Surely these bad
spirits cam stay in such sweet society,"
And Daisy started for the violet bod
and ran straight into the angels tea-table
before she woke up, and realized that j,
was all dream but the parrot heard he,
say as she went out, I" I shall bo careful
how ! lend my corquet to bad children
after this,>