Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1873-05-29

water with his treasures. In this general
Strengthening up of her mental pantry, she
had just found another article to DO Ia.
bled and put away.
"All sorts to make world! I should
think so! There's them reformin' women
what 20 about lectur,n' and wantin' laws
defed and men to give 'em their rights 7 II
there's anything they want to do, and
can't do, why can't they step talk,n' and
do it? Who's goin' to hinder ,cm? ?
They're just like Mrs. Jones when she
wants to crosn the fields where the COWS
are. She'll stand IN the fence and 'shoo'
and cry, Get out there!' when the crit
ters are 80 busy catin' grass that they
never notice her in 10 way, and che
might cross q dozen times if sh'd mind
"And me, too; yes, think so," observ.
cd Miss Becky, counting her stitches.
But then don't say some folks
haven't a. good righ, to vote as anybody,
and more; too, for all know, If they be
women" pursued Miss Polly, frisking
around t.. tho other side If her tub, and
surveying the suds from that point. "Puts
mo clear out of patience to hear all this
talk about it's spilin' won'en,-as il 10
were q lot o, eggs that must be kept cool
md not shook up much, and oallin' Us
8 ministsrin angels all the time. Do l
look much like an angel, Becky Nurray?"
The resemblance was not Yerv striking
a. she stsod there with her sleeves rolled
up, her bare arms aki,nbo, a wet check
apron pinned about: her, and her nose de.
corated with a streak Of blueing. Con.
scisatious Miss Becky surveyed the stout
form rather doubtful1y.
"Well-to be sure! That in, you're as
good as tho most, Polly-better'n most,
Polly; but then, there's the wings and
things; they'd make-well, must say
for't, considerable different, do s'pose !"
she admitted, hesitatingly.
"Guess youth get wings, sometime,
Aunt Polly, Wish had some now," re-
flec,ed Billy, with pl,.shiog Of bis band,
Polly to matters terrestrial.
~Mercy, what is the young ono up to
now9 Get my best rp'ce box for boat,
and punched i hole clear through the bot
tom Of it to sticka mast in, as sure as l
am alive! ~.
sWeil, Maggie wouldn't tell me stories,
an my tops broke, and don't know
ho.hin' else to d. affirmed Billy, deten.
sively.
"Nothin' else9 Well, it's lucky you
didn't, for it would like Us any way have
bean something worse iostead of better!
There, there child" with softened light
in her eye whereby the angel in her
flashed into sight for IN infant, "All the
splashing in the world can't make an
ocean in wash tub. older folks than you
have tried it. Run out in the yard and
play, there's good boy":
Tho June sunshine fell soft and bright
upon the quaint, homely old garden, and
Billy was quite reconciled to his Danish.
ment the moment be caught the rustic Of
lilac leaves and met the familiar nodding
Of the toll, good.natured sunaowers. He
seated hinasele on the grass, dug his bare
feet into the warm earth Of pop2y.bed,
and LEANING his little elbows upon the
patched knees of his small trousers, set.
tied his round chin between his palms, ,and
dropped into q fit Of childish meditation.
With NO past to remember, no cares to
make anxious, and small knowledge of
possibilities to curb him, his dreams and
plans had wild, free range; and he had
quite decided where he would 60 when he
came sto possession Of his coveted wings,
besides selecting particularly soft, feeoy
cloud in the far-off blue, to serve ~ his bed
at night, "after it got too dark to fly"
when Voice interrupted him.
*Why don't you play with me, Billy
Murrayw A little 6ipe drees was crush
cd against the, fence, pair of tiny hands
grasped the pickets, and from under a
white sun-bonnet very brown eyes laugh
ed at Billy.
"Cause-I gue.s-1'm thinkin' what I'll
do;"he responded with slow gravity,
neither disturbed nor astonished BY her
sudden presence,
"What you'll do when you are big? J
know all that now and l guess l won't
wait to grow, either" rattled tho little
dameel, her nimble tongue erowding in tho
words 60 thick and fast that she contrived
to utter d,zen in the time Billy would
have required for one.
"What ?" asked Billy, elowly, but with
an awakening gleam Of curiosity.
keep a toll. g4te-tha.'s what 1
know all about 'em, for me and papa rode
through in carriage, and l did see it
my own self. You have gate clear
across the road, 20 folks can't get through,
and then they pay you to open it; and you
don't have any thing 10 do but just live IN
. nice, funny lutte house, and get lots of
money.
Biliy's blue eyes frightened. Down
from bis airy heights, at the prospect Of
gaining earth's shining dust, he came as
readily as though he had been older.
II guess I'll do that, too ,he announced,
Long of me ~.
"Yes," said Billy, accepting the part
nershlp a. condescendingly as though the
paIentright had not belonged to the other
aWell, let's do it now,' proposed the
vivacious small lady anxious TO be making
her fortune At once. / guess lots of tolk's
60 long the read down by the end of the
lane, and if We have it there then they'll
have to pay US"
"Yes," said Billy, once mora; and lift.
ing tho latch Of the gate he slipped out.
Maggie had ear. for nothing that morn
ing but q footstep that did not come, and
Aunt Polly was 100 busy in looking after
the whole Of creation to pay any special
attention to her own small corner Of it; 50
there was nobody to observe the new firm,
as they trudged of to seek favorable
locality for their enterprise. 1t waa no
longor searched, however, since the road
at the end Of the lane was the only thing
they knew anything about: moreover It
was narrow, and we'll suited 10 their pur.
pose in that way.
II don't know how we'll stop it up,
though" Billy remarked surveying it
doub,iully. But Carrie was fertile in ex-
ped,en.s. Her quick eyes rested upon an
old unused cart standing little distance
up the lane, and she proposed that they
should draw that down across the road, tn
bogin with. 1t was hard work, with all
their united strength and most vigorous
efforts, but they persevered until this task
was accomplished.
II thought it was big enough to reach
ever SO far, and it don't said Carley, dis
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