The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1876-12-01

hands were very black he always put
them up to lis face, and that made the
other children laugh. From the coal
hod he would go to his mamma work
basket, if he could. He would put the
thimble in his mouth the first thing ;
then he would get the scissors; then
throw the spools of cotton about, and
then, if he was rot stopped, he would
| tip the whole thing over. once he
tipped all there was in the work-bas-
ket into a pail of water. Sometimes it
Josie took thing from him he would
get angry; and then he would scream
and kick. Oh! how those little feet
would fly; and how those little hands
would strike, and how that little throat
would scream.
Well, then she had Tommy and Kit
ty to please. Tommy was always in
trouble. One day his top was brok-
EN- and his sister must mend it..
Another day big boy in the street
struck him and sister must see to that;
another day he cut his finger, and
another day he tore his jacket, and
another day lost his clean new collar.
Well, what about Kitty She had
troubles by the bushel-basket full.
Her doll fell out of the chair and broke
her nose her kitten scratched her
own nose she tumbled down strairs,
and fell into the cistern, and oh dear !!
nobody knows what didn't happen to
her. Twenty times day she must
run to sister Josie, or sister Josie must
run to her. What times they did have
some days f; Tommy crying with burnt
finger. and Kitty sobbing with a
scratched face, and baby Frankly
screaming louder than all, and his feet
and hands kicking and swinging in
every direction and poor Josie trying
to comfort them all. But all this time
the good mother was working away
for dear life, and her sewing machine
was clicking away as hard as it could
click, to earn bread and clothes for
them all. And SO it went on day after
day. How tired Josie would be at
night and how discouraged Some
times she cried herself to sleep and
then in the morning wake up refresh
ed, and then perhaps it would be one
of the good days, when everything
would go on smoothly, and she would
almost wonder how she got SO tired
and discouraged the night before.
One thing made her happy, and it
WAS this, that she was helping mother;
and she thought she could never do too
much for such patient, loving moth
er e.; and truly she could not. One dark,
gloomy, rainy day when nobody could
go out doors Josie took the children up
into the attic to play. Now there was
everything in the attic; old spinning
wheels and loom, boxes and band
boxes, old. fashioned tables and worn
out chairs. Queer old pieces of furni.
ture and old-fashioned chests of draw
ers, and ancient cbina-ware were all
thrown in together topsy-turvey. Hur-
rah what Il time they all had in the
old attic, lodging among the relics,
hiding behind the old boxes, and
humping their heads on the rafters.
When they got tired of play, then
Josie must read them story SO she
did.
1t was a fairy story. little girl
had wandered from home. 1t was a
bright September day, and she went
into the woods and could not find her
way out. When she was lost she be-
gan to cry. The great shiny tears
came into her eyes and chased each
other down her cheeks, on her clean
white dress her hair became tangled
and her dress torn, and her hands
were scratched with the brambles.
Poor little thing! She was so tired
she could hardly move and down she
fell right among the leaves under
great oak, and fell asleep.
While she slept she had a beautiful
dream. The queen of the fairies
came that way, and found the little
girl. The fairy queen was very hand
some and very richly dressed, but not
proud. She rides through the air in
little golden chariot, with silver
wheels, drawn by two beautiful large
butterflies, who were trained to stop
or go, and fly high or low at the queens
command. Now when the queen saw
this little girl under the oak, she
ordered the chariot to glide down
from the air down under the oak, and
she knew the little girl was lost. She
told her not to be troubled, and not to
cry, for she would find her home SO
she gave her charm and told her to
keep it in sight and she would surely
find her way home.
With that the fairy queen started off
in her chariot and either the noise of
her starting or something else woke
up the little girl. The first thing she
thought of was the charm. Just above
her head but beyond her reach was a
thread Of silver. This she felt was the
charm. So she determined to keep it
IN sight. She walked along, but kept
her eye on the silver thread all the
time. Sometimes she almost lost sight
of 1t. Sometimes the clouds would
come over the sun, and it wouldn't
show so clearly. Somtimes the thread
would run through some bushes, and
she would almost lose sight of it
she would have to 60 back
a few steps to find where she had lost
sight of the thread and then she
would so on for long time again.
At last she came to an open pathway
where she knew the rest of the way,
and she was so happy to find the path
once more, that she started off on a
full run, and left the thread or II loft