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

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behind them. Sometimes it is hard work !
to squeeze myself behind little ones, tor !
m, great evil, and must whit until chill
dren are quite grown up before can pos
sess them fully. Now 1 have como from
Il child named Bessie, Il wonderful little
girl, who could say all the cruel things IN
tho dictionary without w.nking, and think
/. thousand wicked things sl,o did not dare
to say. think could have m9de :. muir.
dorcss out of her; but one day good
Here the yoico was drowned by IL cho.
rus of knocks, rolls, and raps, and, though
Daisy listened with all her cars, she
couldn'@ catch another word but rs she
sat listening and waiting, she saw tho
blue ball stir as if making IN effort to
move; then s''o saw il roll and wri,lc like
II round snake in and out among the balls,
until 1T last it stopped directly in front Of
her, ami dropped y low courtesy in tho
most approved style.
'llcre is Il polite spirit at least" though,
Daisy Il guess he must have beon edu.
Gated in boarding school ;''i;,nd she waited
with great interest to hear him say:
g! am tho spirit Of lying; l 90 about
catching small red tongues; and such u
number us I have, to be sure! Oh, my
tongues, my tongues, if you could only
hear them ali going vt once! how they
stutter and stammer, how they cllttcr and
run, making such i. discord all oyer tho
world, u delightful discor,l; the louder
he better for me, for ;.m !. wicked soul,
tand take Il pleasure in making others ns
bad us myself. Ono Of my tongues was so
wicked l decided to make home in its
little mouth; and ;.beau,iful homo it was,
with wondsetul pcarly doors, and such Il
cunning little nose Tor u chimney, with
eyes like the blue sky shining out above.
Oh, the lies that tongue could tell! white
lies and black lies, tiny sly iibs and great
broad talsehoods. Why, sometimes
thought they would snn;4sl: my pearly
doors into fragments before thoy got out"
Goa dearw thought Daisy, IL better
keep my mouth shut mp very tight, and
not ask any questions, lest this wicked
spirit shonid como into me. There's one
consolation, my nose wouldn't make q
pretty chimney, it's too turned up, and my
teeth are too uneven for nice doors; be.
sides l would bite dreadlully 50, Mr.
Lying, you better keep away from me. |
wonder if these spirits answer questions
| do so want to know some things; | wan,
to know if-pshaw l won't be afraid
So she began in Il firm voice: "Was the
little girl afraid ofyou 2"
"No, she never stopped to think of the
evil in her words; in fact don't thinl
she knew was there"
There was literally pounded out 0
Blues squcaky wooden throat by Black
who came bouncing down upon it from
the box cover, and rushing about SO VIC
lently rs to get quito out of breath, ant
make it difficult tor Daisy to understand
him ut all, tho words rushing and bobbin!
against each other pell.uell, as if in thu
greatest hurry to get out.
=" My name is Anger; have come from
q child named Mamie; filed her hear
with passion, I filed her mouth with ba,
! words, l filed her arms, up to her finger.
tips, until sho scratched and fought like
tigross 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- have Angc
finish his speech, and drew a long sigh O
sympathy for that little Mamie; when sh
heard the most exquisite music. At frs
it sounded far off aud faint, like the dream
Of u sweet sound; but as it camo ncare
she knew it to DO the echo Of = still small
voice, the voice Of the White ball, and III
voice said:
IL am the Spirit of Love. My home
in the hearts Of all good children. Oh
my dearest little hearts, how beautiful 70,
are, boating with tender pity, throbbin&
with kindness and charity! am neve
tired Of your purity and innocence, an,
long to get back into the soul of SOM
lovely child-such child as once knew
and dwelt in. l lived in her lovin.
thoughts, smiled in her sweet eyes, CLEAN
ed in her shining curls, and filed he
whole life, until one day, when sho wa
trying to make peace at croquet, flew
out with her kind words into this whit,
ball.o
Daisy was SD pleased at this that sh,
took the white ball and pressed it tcnderl,
to her heart.
"Take us, take US also," cried the othe,
balls; but Daisy replied in great haste:
No, no, go away from me, you naughty
wicked spirits, and go. away from m,
balls. Poor things" said she, they ]ool
80 battered and bruised must take then
out in tho garden, aud lay them among
the soft sweet violets, where they Cal
hear the fountains splash, the bees hum
and the birds sing. Surely these bat
spirits cam stay in such sweet society
And Daisy started for the violet be,
and ran straight into the angels tea.t;.bl
before she woke up, and realized that
was all dream; but the parrot heard he
say us she went out, " shall be carefi,
how lend my corquet to bad childrc,
after this.''