Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1875-06-02

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And hurried off with quickened feet
So ever since, the Jackal's back.
Has worn a summarized stripe of black.
Crying for the Moon.
by MARY KYLE DALLAS.
There was little girl once who want
ed the moon. It was SO bright, and
arge,s and beautiful thatshe fairly broke
her heart yearning for it. All he toys
in the world were nothing to tina, round,
golden thing that shimmered and shone
on; and she begged everybody to get it
for her. First her papa, because he
was so tall that if he went out on the
roof he could surely reach it. But he
declared that the thing could not be
done, and advised her to be contented
with doll, big one with blue eyes,
that opened and shut, and real yellow
hair-a doll instead of the moon-but
he did not understand. She could not
make him see that it was the moon she
wanted, not doll.
Then she went to her mother Best
and dearest mother, who would do any
thing for her. She was kind. She said
she remembered wanting the moon her.
self; but no one ever got it for her. It
was beautiful moon. IT one had it,
one could go about lighting up the
places where one went, so beautifully;
but, asst was. it shone very prettily.
Could she not look at it and admire it.
be content and have, instead, ever SO
many pieces of blue, and pink, and vel
low silk, and needle, and make some
patchwork Or bonnets for her doll?
Mamma was kind, but she did not
quite understand either. Oh, no.
Then there was her big brother, who
grinned and teased her; and her big
sister. who begged her not to cry, and
gave her a great sweet sugar plum.
The moon was not to be had they said.
but she knew better.
That night, when she went to bed,
she asked the nurse, old Dinah, whether
it was true that she could never, never,
never reach the moon; and Dinah con-
sidered, under the red and yellow tur-
ban like a small conf1agration, and after
considering, she said:
"WeH, honey; reckon you can't
reach. de moon, no ways-specks dat's
impossible; but I tell We what; when
dat var moon gets ready it will come
down to you. Yes, chile; de moon will
come down to you when it gets ready.
So go to sleep, and don't bother no
more"
The little girl was happy, and said her
prayers and went to sleep on her little
white pillow, thinking of the happy
time when the moon should come down
to her.
Late In the night, after every one was
sleeping, she ..awoke. The moon had
gone behind the house, and she could
see it no longer.
"What if it has come down." she
said-and she got up and went to the
window, pattering softly over the floor
In her little bare fe ct so that she awoke
no one.
Outside of the window lay a little
pond, and there, on its breast was the
reflection of the moon she could not
see. The beautiful yellow moon.
cit has come down to me-" she said.
.' The moon has come down of its own
SELF" and she danced for joy. Then,
knowing way out of tho house, she
.crept down stairs, not even waiting for
her shoes, and out into the cold, still
garden, where all the flowers bloomed
and the grass was wet with dew. She
went down the path, and opened the
gate, and ran down to the pond. Far
out on its very center the moon that had
come down to herrfoated on its back.
<',Come here" said she; but the
moon did not come.
"Don't you hear me?'' she said. The
moon made no answer.
There was nothing for 1t but to wade
out and bring it. She tucked her little
nightgown up and started.
The moon winked at her. She
'waded in. Her little dress wet up
to her knees; but she almost touched
the moon. She took one step more; it
was on water. AS she went down she
caught at the golden simmer with her
little white hands,
"Moon, I have got you!'' she
cried; and then her head was under
water.
Somebody in the house heard her
fright. Papa, big and strong, walked
into the water and brought the little
girl out. She was choking with mouth
fuls of dirty water Oh, her pure
white gown, the little baby maiden
dress, how dirty it was /. The tiny feet
were as black as Dinah's, and In the
small, dimpled hand were claspea two
or three very long pieces of very rank,
ill-smelling water weeds, and she
was nearly dead; but as soon as she
could speak, this was what she said:
"The moon came down to me, and I
went to get it; and then she pulled me
down and drowned me, and dirtied me,
the nasty, wicked moon."
Moral-Al the strong minded little
girls that want the moon, beware. You
cannot reach her, and il she does come
down, you'll have to wade through
muddy water to get her. Your feet and
white garments will be soiled, and you
must touch evil weeds, and perhaps you
will be less lucky than our little girl;
for no one may come to your rescue,
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