Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1874-07-22
Youths Column.

THE BLUE GLASS BorrLE.-''Good-
bye, darling; be good little girl, said
| Fanny Lees mother as she kissed her.
Fanny was in high spirits it was a
bright winter morning, and she was
going to make visit at grandpa's, ten
miles from the city. Her father was
going with her, but he would return
that evening, leaving her for week.
The short journey was pleasant one,
and she was warmly welcomed. Her
aunt Laura, with whom she was to
sleep, took her at once to her room,
and showed her where to put her things.
What pretty room it was
There were windows south and west,
letting in food of sunlight, and giving
beautiful view of the snow-covered
landscape. Fanny had not been in the
country in winter since she could re-
member. There we're pictures on the
walls, books on the shelves, and many
little ornaments on the bureau, mantel
and dressiDg-tsble, a small cabinet of
shells and porto 10 of drawings.
In summer, there Was always enough
outdoors to:please and interest the lit
tie girl This time she had long, de-
lightful sleigh-ride every pleasant day,
and Aunt Laura brought down from
the woodhouse loft an old sled which
had belonged to Fanny's father in his
boyhood, and showed her how to coast.
There were happy times too, in the
parlor and in aunt Laura sunny room;
and all went well till Fanny's visit was
nearly out. She was careful, tidy
little girl, and made very little trouble !;
so that her friends enjoyed having her
with them whenever she could come.
But her besetting fault was habit of
meddling. She was curious about
everything she saw, and often handled
things without permission. Her aunt
had shown her everything she thought
likely to interest her, and Fanny, re-
membering her promise to her mother,
had been somewhat guarded. But one
afternoon, when she was in her aunt's
room looking over some pretty pictures
in water-colors, visitors came. Auntie
told Fanny she might go down with
her, or stay, Just as she pleased. She
wanted to look through the portfolio,
and SO auntie left her.
When she had seen all the pictures,
she began to look about for something
to do. Grandpa was not at home, and
grandma was having her afternoon nap,
so she thought she would stay where
she was.
She presently noticed small bottle
on the toilet-table which she had not
seen before. 1t was of blue and gilt
glass, curious in design and very pretty.
A cologne-bottle stood on the bureau,
so she knew it was not for cologne, and
her curiosity excited, she took it up,
withdrew the stopper and inhaled the
contents All too heartily for her
comfort 1t was the strongest ammo
MIA. Her aunt often had headache, and
this relieved her, so she kept it near
her hand.
Poor Fanny The terrs started to
her eyes she sneezed violently, and
dropped the bottle, shivering it to
fragments and saturating the carpet.
Just then Aunt Laura opened tho door,
and was greeted with the overpowering
tunes. Fanny was too much ashamed
to look her in the face.
But not a word of blame came from
that dear, kind auntie, though her heart
vas panied, for the curious little bottle
vas the gift of dear friend. She did
not even tell the little girl this but
Fanny's mother did tell her after she
vent home. OF course it could never
be really replaced, though Fanny, as
soon as she could lay 10y enough pocket
money, bought one as nearly like 1t as
she could find, and sent it to her aunt
But she never forgot the incident, and
its remembrance often checked her
when inclined to meddle with what was
not her own.