Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1873-07-09
Nelly and Miss Pinch.

Hiss luCH Is a most invaluable person.
In the first place she has been Nellv's
constant friend and companion ever since
that young lady's blue eyes were opened
| upon this world, some three wears apo.
and she has borne, without a wink or a
scoWl, quantity of abuse which would
nave driven most people to their graves.
MISS Pinch is, in fact, big rag baby.
None OF your waxen beauties, whom
everybody admires and nobody loves.
Nelly owns such a pink faced belle, in a.
splendid party dress, who came from Paris
With Uncle John. But she lives all alone
IN .bureau-drawer in mammals best bed
room, only coming out on grand occasions
to have her satins and laces admired bv
awe-stricken little visitors, who "mustn;t
touch" Nellie pities her loneliness. but
IN real, downright affection she would
never think of naming Flora Matilda the
same day with that homely, useful and
highly abusable person, Miss Pinch.
This one was laid within Nelly's little
soft arms when Nelly herself lay quite
helpless IN her cradle, and those arms first
| began to grow strong in the effort to
squeeze the great old fashioned roll of cot
ton IN bear-like embrace. Since then
every movement in Nelly's moral or mus
cular character has been attended by some
corresponding Inconvenience or obloouy
to poor Miss Pinch
30 intimate IS their relationship that 7
am not sure that our pet ever thinks of
nersel1 as separate person at all. To
make up the bundle of ideas which NAM
ma and aunties have in mind when thew
say Nelly it takes, indeed, first and
chiefly, one little rosy, blue-eyed, blunder-
ing girl who loves better than she obevs
and promises far better than she performs:
whose aprons and dresses are forever get
| ting too small for her plump little
shoulders, whose hat is the favorite play
mate OF the toughest breezes, and whose
brown curls are stirred with constant
envy because they cannot fly away too.
But to complete this bundle of cross pur-
poses it requires little Miss Pinch, who
does not grow at all, who never does any
thlng out OF the way, and who bears with
un1ail!ng patience all the reproofs and adj
monltlons which are bestowed with so
little effect on her superior
lfy you lecture Nelly for some recent
wrong doing, instead of any movement of
contrltlon, her little face instantly bright
ems with the sweetest of smiles, and She
eXcla1ms, all out of breath in her haste to
agree:
why, that was dus' the very fling was
a-tellln' Miss Pinch last night Saws T to
her, Miss Pinch, Sink you be shamed
OF yourself, a-runnin' and tearin' YOU new
dwess, and kickin' out YOU shoes that
Way-makin' YOU poor papa work and
buy money to sport YOU 'stwavagant
ways. Pm most d5stwocted, Miss Pinch
says |, at the way you behave. l 'spect
you'll bWake my heart some day, m I'll
| ole and be put in the gwound, n how'll
you feel then, Miss Pinch?'"
These seedlings never interrupt for a
moment the course of true love between
Nelly and her playmate. On the con-
| trary, she hugs her old companion the
closer to her heart the more she proves
her usefulness. This morning, with Miss
Pinch in her arms, she was attempting to
play image" by climbing to niche on
the stairway, where Uncle John once
| placed her in moment of sport, declar
ing that she was the ornament of the
house But poor Nelly's ambition came
| TO SAD end The little knee, which had
| parely reached the dangerous place, sud-
denly slipped, and down fell Nelly, roll
ing sideways and striking her poor little
head and shoulders on every step. A
breathless horror fell upon the friends
above, who heard but could not help. 1t
seemed an hour to their suspense, and
mamma had almost tainted in the convic-
tion lhat she could never again hear that
wild and merry laugh which had been the
JOY OF her heart, when hurried little
voice was heard at the foot of the stairs,
f1utterlng with excitement and grief, but
quite clearly saying:
There, Miss Pinch, what'd I tell YOU?
Sink you'd know better than to 90 climb
ing aWound the stairs like a gwate TOM
boy! Dus' good enough for you, Miss
Pinch! Shouldn't wonder if you'd
spwained yourself all over fwom head to
loot! Now behave yourself, will your"
This motherly exhortation was quickly
smothered in crowd of embraces from
relieved relatives, whose sympathies were
met by the consoling remark:
mo, Miss Pinch says she don't fink her
bones is all bwoken. l says to Miss Pinch,
says l., is you oeaoy badly hurt, my dear?'
And Miss Pinch says. says she, No,
ma'am; but my head feels s if it had
been pounded on stone; N I don't fink
stair-carpets is as soft as people ID oatqAt
to make 'em when little girls is a-goin'
tumblln' over 'em that way. But | fink
I'd feel better if l could go and sit in
mammals lap little WHILE says Miss
Pinch, says she."-ChrSstSon Union.
| AN official paper, read recently before
the London Society of ArtC tho