The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-04-12
LiZZie's Adventure.

In the first place the wind was blow
ing almost a gale. Not the cold, biting
wind that usually comes whistling down
from the North pole as Christmas day
draws near, but mild wind blowing
hard from the southwest, and trying it's
best to bluster, though not with the best
success, for all that it had been able to
accomplish was to send the gently-falling
Snow-hakes in feathery whirlWind
around the children's rosy faces as they
ran home from school, and to blow good
Deacon Toodle's hat around the corner,
where the poor man had quite chase to
recover it. But finally this saucy wind,
in its search for mischief, met little
Lizzie Murray coming home from an
errand over to her grandmas. And this
was the errand. Lizzie's sister Mary,
whose nimble fingers had been at work,
as a great many nimble fingers are at
work, for long time before Christmas,
preparing wonderful surprises for man.
ma, armties and cousins, had just fin
ished nice chair cushion-cover for
Aunt Ellen, and made the discovery that
she had nothing to fill the cushion with ;
and Nora, the kind-hearted maid, who often
came to the rescue when the children found
themselves in a dilemma, now offered the
timely suggestion that they 6 sind Lizzie
over to yer grandmither's afther some
hin-fthers. Now if this had not hap
pened on the very morning that the mis-
chievous south wind was out on a frolic,
Lizzie would have had no adventure !;
but, be that as it may, she set off on her
errand as happy as every dear little child
is that thinks about long stockings stuffed
so full Of odd-shaped bundles that they
look quite misshapen, and counts the
fast lessening days before Santa Claus
comes. And Lizzie was thinking "only
six days more, as she skipped along over
the frozen snow, looking like bright
little red-bird in her scarlet stockings
and mittens and scarlet-lined cape, and
her black eyes and rosy cheeks and lips
glowing under the red hood tied snugly
under her chin. And Snip was at her
heels. Snip was a lite shaggy, black
dog, that went everywhere that Lizzie
did.
Grandma had the feathers, of course.
Grandma was one of those dear old ladies
that always seem to have what one wants
when in quandary. Her cozy old house
was filled with odds and ends that many
would think not worth saving, but
grandma could see a use that they might
be of to somebody, some time.
So Lizzie started home with the
feathers in aper-bag Rugged close in
her chubby arms. It was quite large
bag, but feathers, you know, are not
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tight at the top, and so you may imagine
thatsIizzie was surprised as she trudged
along to see a tiny feather escape and go
sailing right away before her face. Then
another, then two together, then four or
five, and soon whole handful whirling
away or lighting like birds on her hood
and flying even against her face. So she
Rugged the bag the tighter, for of course
she could not see the sly little rent that
was growing larger and larger in the bot
tom. Then along came that wicked wind,
scattering the feathers in every direction
and blowing Lizzie's cape over her head,
muff1ing her face in most bewildering
and veXatiOus manner, so that she almost
forgot about the feathers in the trouble
of trying to find herself again. When,
finally, in spite of the efforts of the per-
verse wind, she had succeeded in unmuf-
fling her face, she found herself in a
shower of feathers, with Snip barking
frantically around, and only few downy
little things in the corner of the torn bag.
And there was the naughty wind, fairly
putting out his cheeks with laughter as
he chased the grocer's boy going up the
street with his arms full of paper pack
ages. Now Mary was anxious to finish
the cushion that day, and she looked at
Lizzie with disappointed face when
she came in, grasping tightly the torn
remnant Of the bag with its forlorn
handful of feathers.
'And where are the fithers, me child 2
asked Nora; "what have we done with
thin? 2"
"Why, tried to bring them" sale
Lizzie, "but the poor things didn't want
to come, and they all few back to grand
mas"
When Mary took her cushion and wen
herself to see if grandma had any more
feathers to spare, she came home with i
nicely filed but the feathers that flew
away from Lizzie have never been hearC
of to this day.-Ne1O York Tribune