The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-11-05
The Story Of Three Lives.
Br MARY C. BARTLETT.


Kansas, while Amy was Boston girl who
had never been twenty miles from home
in all her little life. But though their
homes we're so far apart the cousins were
very well acquainted, for. every summer
they met upon the sea shore, and the few
pleasant weeks they spent together there
were the very happiest weeks of the whole
year.
So they thought, and surely they ought
to know best. 1t happened, however, that
once upon q time for three days in sue
cession the rain fell remorsele ssly. Oh,
those dreary, dresry days, when they could
have done so many things-had their moth.
ers only thought So 81
Can't we go bathing, mother? asked Jack.
We should get all wet any way, so what's
the diference2
But there was difference. Mamma said
no. III.
I'd just as lief row in the rain as not, if
Mr.. Blake will go with me, remarked Amy.
Fish bite harder when it rains, suggested
Hal p ~ 3.
But the mothers were not to be persuad-
ed.
I'd rather be back in Kansas catching
grass hoppers, said Hal, pettishly.
And I'd rather be IN Chester on my pony;
I'd ride out to the toll-gate. There's the
funniest kind of an old man there, and
little girl with the queerest hair-three COL
ors in it. He's her grandfather.
Three colors! exclaimed Amy. What
col"rs were they2
Oh, darkish yelows or lightish browns,
replied Jack, doubtfully; can't tell ex-
actly.
Tell us about her, Jack.
Thore isn't much to tell. She's only q
girl
There's as much to tell about girls az
there is about boys, answered Amy, tartiy.
l could tell ever so many things, II 1 chose.
Why don't you tell them then said Jack,
sarcastically.
Cause don't want to.
Icould tell things enough, remarked Hal
proudly. About grasshoppers-and -ep-
erything.
Tell us about them, please, begged Amy.
No.
never saw such disobliRing boys in all
lite.
That was long word for Amy, but Jack
came out with a still longer one.
You are disobligng-er, said he Grossly.
You said you could tell lots of things, but
you wouldn't. ..
Just then Aunt Lizzie's pleasant face ap-
u
time, children she inquired.
No! shouted the angry little voices, 80,
Why not?
Jacks cross.
Halls so mean.
Amy won't tell thing.
Won't tell thing about what?
Oh, bout everything.
But don't understand, said Aunt Lizzie.
The children explained as well as they
| could and at length succeeded in enlighten-
ing their puzzled auntie.
She was silent for moment, looking
compassonately down upon the scowling
| little faces.
I'll tell you what to do, said she, at
length. You can all write. .-
Ican, answered Amy, quickly.
So can l, said Jack; but Hal cane mako
Fs very we'll "j
can too, growled Hal.
You can't either. That letter you wrote
me was awful funny, The F's looked just
like BIS.
sha'nt write you any more letters
never, cried Hal, with flashing eyes.
Stop, stop, boys said Aunt Lizzie, plac-
ing her white hand tightly over Jacks
opening mouth. want you all to do some
thing for me. viii you?
| VIII, halu JACK, recovering hiS Boou
humor for moment.
So will l, said Amy.
Hal was silent.
will bring you each sheet of paper
and lead pencil, continued the lady. You
shall have this room all to yourselves, and
l want you to write me story of your
| lives. Tell me everything that you can
think of that ever happened to you.
| Nothing ever happened to me, said Jack,
dolefully.
Why, Jack Otis cried Amy, reproach-
fully. You just told us some very strange
things, about that girl with the funny hair,
and
She never happened to me, did she
asked Jack, GROSSLY.
But you happened to ride by her house.
That would do to put in, wouldn't it Aunt
Lizzief
Yes. indeed. Tell me where you've been,
and what you've seen. I've never seen
your new house, you know. Tell me about
that.
| It's only a house-with front door
something like old Mr.. Preston's began
Jack.
Don't say another word, laughed Aun,
Lizzie. Write it down; and she ran away
for paper and pencils.
| Now, said she as she reappeared, prem
ise me that you will not speak to each other
until you have finished.
They promised. Soon three little heads
bent thoughtfully over their task. 1t was
no easy one, especially to poor Hat, who
hated TO write even when he know just what
to say.
l can't do it, he exclaimed, at length.
There! didn't mean TO speak. I'm talk
ing to myself, anyway. Nobody needn't
hear, II they don't want to.
If Ia seen as many grasshoppers as YOU
have, Hal Gregory. I'm sure | should
have something to write, said Amy, de-
cidedly.
Who spoke then, should like to know
inquired Jack, severely