Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1873-06-26
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A Ghost Story OF Nowadays.
BY ALICE CAMERON.
Rap! rap!
"Comc in !" cried Daisy
ka0ck, knock, knock -
"Come in! Friend, do go to the door
and let those children in; my doll won't
sleep wink"
Pound, pound, pound"
Yes, I'm coming in minuto," saiu
Friend, running across the room and open.
ing tho door. All how do you do, Mr..
and Mrs. Nobody? Let mo introduce
You to my sister, Miss Daisy Humphreys"
and Friend stood bowling and smiling be.
fore his imaginary visitors, when Julie
and Annie suddenly appeared, aud camc
tripping into the room.
Friend, your mother says you arc not
to make such noise in here"
"Why, Julie, we haven't been making
any noise sc thoughtit was you pound:
ing ut tho door"
:.Ycs,t' cl,imod in Daisy, "we'vo been
still as mice, for honest and true"
Roll, roll, roll; pound, pound!
"There, what's thatW exclaimed the
Children all in breath; "what can it boz"
"What if its spirits ?"s suggested
Friend.
- What if it is ?" echo cd tho others;
'~hat If some lovely angels have come
down to play with US ?"
"Lees pretend they havc, any way"
said Daisy "perhaps they IRE really, for
l remember mother read us L story out Of
the real true Bible, how We all had an.
gels, guardian angels to take care Of VI.
> bets put some chairs and invite them to
sit down."
Who ever heard Of angels sitting
Down ~ interrupted Annie.
= Who ever heard they didn't" answer.
ed Friend "were you ever an angel a.
"No, but Pvo seen their pictures, and
they're always flying round in the air."
"Never mind, play they d." said Daisy;
and we must be polite to them, very
polite, you know say we give up all the
rocking-chairs to our angels--and-"
Yes, and have-a tea-pasby, and invite
them all to tea.;
ss"T The idea Of angels drinking tea, like
80 many old maids! No, no; We must
have May dew apd butterhy wings, with
white lilies to drink out Of"
eyes, SO we must; I'll get the flowers;
apd sFriapd ran into the garden, while the
littlA e1fts hustled about setting the table
their, Little tongues running 50 fast Pm
sure the most serious angels must have
laughed to hear them.
Daisy" said julio, II think we had
better use the lilies for dishes; each lcal
will mako an exquisite plato and the
what.do.you call. EN-, those things inside?'
"Stamens !"
Eyes they will make such beautiful
knives and forks"
"Bctter have buttercups to drink GU,
o." said Julie.
"And tiny rosebud for their Luton.
holes" added AMMO.
'lAngels don't wear buttonholes, unless
it might be Gabrie],' said Friend, who
stood in the door with his arms full of
flowers, his cheeks redder than the roses.
and his eyes bluer than tho bluebolPs
looking for all the world like the flowers
brother
Nov amt 1t pretty ?, Look" said
Daisy, az she gave few finishing pats to
tho table. " ! shouldn't be ashamed to
ask real angel to 81: down Oh, lots
ring the bluebells to tell them their tea is
ready. 1 guess tho angels could hear
such pretty flowers way up to heaven"
81 shall ring this lily Of the valley for
my angel" said Julie, because it's
white and has 80 many little bells with
golden tongues On them; they'll make a
chime like the Trinity chimes in New
York. Play mine is an Episcopal angel,
you know.
"Well l shall ring bluebells, for mine is
a blue Presbyterian" said Annie.
mo, no, We mustn't have so many
kinds; they might quarrel. Have them
all Episcopal"
"Angles quarreling! Who ever heard
OF angels quarre'ing? Only people
quarrel"
:" Play they do: any way" said Daisy,
because we want to ring lilies they are
80 much prettier than bluebells.'
EYES," echoed tho others, "we will
ring the lilies !" and each little girl wen
round the room listening to the flower
chimes, and waiting for the angels, whe1
suddenly they were nearly deafoned by :
chorus Of loud voices, that were shoutine
something after this style:
"Whose play
milne, always play first"
NO, you can't be first; wo arc going
by colors."
"Then shall have black"
"No, you can't; for picked it out my
self long ago.
"Oh, do play! Will you never begin?'
"There went through two now Blue
hit White, and give her a littl epepper and
salt for her beefsteak."
Fluich! fluich!
~Well, what if 1 did? You needn't be
So n,, very glad about it; you're always SC
Rap, rap; roll, roll!
"Thero that is the same noise arain u
said Friend. "Who ore you, Mr.. Spirit?';
"Who are you?" echoed the parrc
from the sunny window who are vou u
with strong emphasis On the you, and a
tone which Implied the utmost contemp,
Tor spirits in general, and those in par,ic
uilr: which proceeding SO amused the
children they threw down their lilies and
ran off to play with the witty bird, leaving
the angels to drill: ,ca in silence and wal
on themselves as hes: they could-zall bu,
Daisy, who insisted upon Waiting L SEQ 4
VIZ angus "ouAu really come.
50, climbing, into tho contest rocking
chair, si'e sat very still in order to catch
tho first rustic of their garments, and
staring at the table with all her ewes
thinking that she might catch some little
sleam y SILVER wings, when suddenly
rap, rap I1tAere'w was the oise again close
by-so close, Daisy was sure it must DO ir
tne room, and determined to find j, if she
hunted all day. "Let me sce," she mur.