Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1878-08-01

always indlng IN stones" ana as ne salO
this his black eye fell upon a name
written in . 4child's struggling hand on
the back Of one Of the papers he had
ruth Sands Morris, and Underneath,
ia the teachers writing, Very good, in
deed, for q little girl of ten.n'85sI s3ad i
The old man hastily united the ribbon
with trem bling hands, and with q strange
light breaking over his wrinkled face,
unrolled the.paper, turning his blue eye
upon it, began to read And this is what
he read:!!t 2t+} 1"& IN04 :'& - }:1>s(.
LA STORY a. o*"sa ;t5fnp7
eli Some girls-most girls--well, anyhow
good many girls do not like to write
9 composition. I do. 8
When grow up hope to be an ar.
thur and write stories and perhaps PONIES
for all the great ;maggiezines and papers,
and some day may be whole book.
My mamma says my grandfather, the
one l have never seen, was very fond OF
iteraychure. - ;, .~
Literaychure means things that are
made up in peoples heads, and then
printed. I do not mean all .people's
heads, for hundreds and hundreds have
not that kind Of heads, but smart peoples
heads. .j:..:...''..r.l ig|>. =. !,
He used to be always talking rimes
and it is about him my story is to be. lie
was very good man, but very funny.
Not the funny to make folks laugh, but
the other funny. He had che black eye
and one blue one. and he was always fall
ing into q referee. Referees are when
you think so hard you do not know any
thing at all. Well when my mamma
was little hitler than me, her father
that is my grandfather, of course, went
one day to see an. old friend of his off to
a foreign country, and after he said good
by to his friend in the cabin, he went on
deck and fell into a awful referee and
the ship carried him off too. g., -.
There was a dreadful time when he did
not come home, and grandma shut up the
bookstore-for three whole days and
nights, and then she conld not get along
that way, so she opened it again. In a
long time they got letter from Grand
father Sands, and it begun: Oh! do not
be distressed for me. against my will
borne off to sea, for think good luck
will como of il" and the rest was that he
was in Ostrayler and was going to stay
there year or so until he made lot of
money, cause there was lots of money
there and monkeys and parrots--1 wish l
had one-and savages.
Grandma sent an answer, but she never
got letter from him again. And then
after five years some one came back fror"
there and said the savages had killed him.
Savages do not care for rimes and Literary
ture. And grandmother sold all her
books and furniture 'cept some feather
beds and went to America-we lived in
England first--no I did not for was
not on earth yet till good while after,
but the other members of the family did.
And my mamma grew up to be a lovely
maiden and got married, but she was not
very happy, for somebody drank. 1t is a
awful thing to drink. do not mean tea,
or coffee, or lemonade, or milk or likeris
water, or plain water out other things
and I often wished the savges had let
grandfather alone and then he would
have come home and mamma would have
married some other person and would
not have been 2 desolate widow with two
girls and one bow
1.-THE end OF tinis.
The moment the old man had finished
reading this story he seized his hat, flung
it upon his head and rushed into Mrs.
Dolf's the kid-gloye cleaner--without
even stopping to knock at the door,
which was such an unusual thing fol him
to do that Mrs. Dolf started up from her
work in the greatest establishment, drop
ping the bottle she was holding in her
hand on the floor, where it broke and
made the room smell hke-well like two
hundred pairs of cleaned kid gloves.
where does-if you please, ma'am-
Mr.. Dolf buy his clothes!" asked he.
"Great grief! what has happened? Can
it be possible that the old fellow is going
to buy some new clothes for himself?'
said Mrs. Dolf to herself, and then she
answered out loud, HE hasn't bought
any for year or so, Mr.. Waste Paper,
but when he does buy 'em he goes to Mr.
Lucky's, right around the corner two
blocks down. .Lucky's dead now and
Cutler & Son. have the place."
"Thank you, ms'am," said Mr.. Waste
Paper, throwing two bright silver quar-
tiers in the lap of little Cherry, who was
sitting on the door-sill, with her kitten
in her arms, and hurrying away.
And the old man, dressed in new
gray suit and nice straw at,who called
that afternoon, first on Miss Abeecy, the
school mistress, where he obtained the
address of Ruth Sands Morris, who had
left school about year before to live in
the Village Of Mildrose, not very far
away. and the ''Safcandsure Savings
Bank" where he drew out a thousand
dollars in brand new bank-notes did2 t
look much like Mr.. Waste Paper, but it
was he all the same.
The next morning Mrs. Morris, the
pretty widow who lived in the one-and-
a-half story cottage by the woods, in the
village of Wildrose, was hanging up the
clothes she had just finished washing, in
the back garden, when the train from the
big city over the river came dashing
along, stopped at Wildrose Station, and
left one passenger, an odd looking, but
nice. looking old man behind it, when it
dashed away again.
Grandmother Sands stood behind her
holding the clothes-pin bag, and a young
girl, as pretty as her mother, was scatter
ing some corn among the chickens and
singing"Up in the Morning Early"
"Dear me-" said the young widow,
taking clothes pin from her mouth to
say it, ''it almost breaks my heart to leave
this place.. We've been so happy here for
the last year."
''They may not find purchaser for the
house" said grandmother.
'Ohl yes they will. They are sure to
find one. I wish I had eight hundred
dollars, I'd bought it in amomcnt, then
we could have a home forever; but there's
no use wishing. I never have more than
eight hundred cents at time nowadays
and she stopped her mouth again with
another clothes-pin.
my DEAR" said voice directly be-
hind them, and they all turned to see the
old man, who had come out of the woods
so silently they had never heard his foot
steps, leaning over the fence. and gazing
upon them with a mild, blue eye
shouldn't it be funny if gave you the