Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1876-12-22
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PATsEY BOLIVAR.
THE vINDICATOR CHRISTMAS sIoE1
FOR BAD LITTLE GIRLS.l

Dear Ch5Idr the editor OF the
VlNDlcAToR wrote you d story last year
for bad bows, he thought he would never
have to write another, because that one
finished Up all the wicked boys in Staun-
ton. 1t shows what good can be done by
q person writing about what he knows all
about: for do you know, children, NOBODY
ever heard one of to children of the writer
of that story cry or make any noise OF say
a bad word But, while the boys have bten
better since last ye 4. The girls lave beei
a great deal worse. Children, you don't
know how bad girl can DO when she tries!
When you grow up, and read about the
First Girl that evsr was on earth, you VIII
SIC what mischief is in 'em. Would you
believe that the first girl that ever was
was put IN a nice place where she had
everything she wanted, aud where She
could sit up as late as she chose, n when
she had tame rabbits and birds and cats to
play with, and a real live pony to ride, and
Just as many apples and pears and things
as she could eat, and not a cent to pay;
and she needn't ever get up early to go to
school. nor put on any clothes if she didn't
want to-and yet that Girl kicked up such
a fuss one day about something that she
ought not to have had, that the landlord
kicked the whole family out, and they had
to go to work. and they were so poor that
she didn't ever have d garter to hold up
her stocking with. This girl was the Very
Worst Girl that ever lived, even though
she was a relation of the good editor of
this paper, and when you children see her,
which it is very likely you will when you
die. YOU will see the Girl that brought all
the trouble into the world by being bad.
You will spend many delightful mornings
in Sabbath School, between now and the
time you are grown hearing about her,
and on those mornings, particularly, you
will wish she had never been born.
The little girl 1 am going to tell you
about was a relation of hers too. Her
name was Patsey Bolivar and She goes to
Mr.. Ladd's schools, and some of these
mornings when he is out if you will look
into his list in the BIS you will find "Boll-
var, Patsey, aged g." and that will be her;
though it is more likely you will know her
by her nose and her stockings. Do you
know that poor old Mrs. Bolivar has had
more trouble with that child's nose than
if it was twenty noses and she hollers at
her a hundred times d day, "Patsey blow
your nose" 1t has nearly run her raving
distracted and sometimes she don't hardly
know what she is doing. One Sunday at
church when the minister was asking the
congregation what they would say when
they were brought up on Judgment Day.
Door Mrs. Bolivar who was just waking up
from a little nap hollered out, "Patsey
blow your nose" and they were going
to turn her out of the church for it. And
onno account would Patsey keep her stock
ings up OF her shoes tied. [ do believe
children if Patsey was going out into the
yard to have her head chopped off she
wouldn't have kept her shoes tied. Well
when girls gets SO dreadful careless that
nobody can do anything with them then
fares take them in hand. You know what
n fairy is children Il is n of those per
sons thai cal do anything they want to dc
as quick as u wink. They can just shut
Il cir wings and slide through u key hole
where bad children are even though a bad
child might positively say they shan't
come in. You might yer ell your Pa
much less your Ma, when a fairy gets hold
If you, aud it won't do Il bit of good, be-
cause yoa you'd be jost wllisiSed out of the
window an %:arriol off before they could
help it. Well poor Ms, B,livar had tried
and tried to make Palsy mipd her and
keep herself nice, but she wouldn't, SO she
lust had to give her up and say
81 don't know what is to become of that
child" Strange rs it may seem children.
though she alNayS wanted fine clothes, She
never kept 'em nice. And as to putting
her clothes back in their place she never
did do that. 1t almost looked like she had
sworn an oath never to do it. Il she
washed her face she just as live set the
basin on the trunk as not, and ii she dressed
to 90 out she would leave all her clothes
scattered over the floor. One time Mrs.
Bolivar found one of Patsey's shoe on the
mantlepiecp and the other in the coal Scut-
tie.
But you can't do that sort of thing witt
the fairies children a fairy would snatch
you up as quick as a wink if she caught
you at it. It was Christmas eve wher
Patsey Bolivar was caught. The snow
was living very white and still around the
house and the moon was shining bright
| ana there wasn't d soul awake but Patsey
who had popped into bed with all hel
clothes scattered oyer the floor except her
stocking that was hung al at the mantle
piece, All of a sudden there was a sh a d
ow across the moonlight and looking al
the window Patsey saw the s%trangest lit
tie old woman sitting on the sill outside
She was not more than as high as your
knee and she had on a queer little bonnet
made of a shell and a red body made Of
birds feathers and a white skirt that shoae
like it was made of new five cent pieces, and
blue shoes that looked like the SKY, spang-
led with stars. But fairies are like other
people in one thing, and that is they may
have very fine clothes and yet have very
ugly faces, and this one was awful. Her
skin was dried up and yellow Xix leather,
and she had a hooked nose worse than a
hawk and you might have hung your lunch
basket on her chin, and at the ends of her
fingers she had fearful claws. She tapped
| on the window and said:
"Good evening !"
ooh, Pm not at home" said little Pat
| sey Bolivar, who could tell a story of that
| sort as quick as a grown person.
81 think I'll call, anyhow" said the
fairy; and, would you believe it, she was
inside as quick as shot, and lever ever
lifted the window. And there she sat
n Lor iittlo 1ors i'm the most indeJi-