Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1878-02-20

I'm not good at breaking hearts-nevel
was, and never will be; but, to tell the
truth, ma'am, we're all at skies and sew.
ems at our house. Bless your heart
ma'am, found Rosie and frankie yes.
terday afternoon just about playing tea
party with the little tea-set l bought
here the day before; and what do you
suppose they had for tea and milk and
pudding sauce, ma'am?'
Pm sure can't guess, Mr.. Mullaga.
tawny," said mother.
Laudanum in the teapot, hydrate
OF choral in the milking, and arnica in
the sauce-bOat Yes, ma am, they had
taken the bottles from my medicine
chest. which nurse had placed on the
floor of my room while she tried to cap
ture the canaly which Mollie had let
out Of its cage"
''The darlings p said my mother,
kissing the dear little upturnef face OF
the child on her knee.
Certainly, ma'am," said Mr.. Null
tahney; but was frightened all the
more because they are darlings, and l
came nearer discharging nurse than
ever did before, and I've been devilish
near it before, ma'am; but the young
ones set up such hullabaloo that, to
stop it, l was glad to let her stay. And
so, ma'am, the old confusion and mis-
management go on, with meals so irreg-
ular that | don't ever know whether
I'm eating my breakfast OF my lunch,
my dinner or my supper"
81 assure you 1 sympathize with you
heartily" said my dear mother.
81 believe you do, ma'am. Good
evening" said Mr.. Multahney, carrying
sleepy little Mollie away in his arms.
The Multahnev children were the
most lovable children ever met, and it
was quite pleasure to have them run
ming in every day to visit mother and
me.
Harry, the Oldest, named after his
father, was a frank-faced, merry-heart-
ed boy, immensely pleased when 1
made him gay neck-tie, or hemmed
his new handkerchief, or arranged a
bouquet for his button-hole. "No one
does such things for me but you, Miss
Faith" he would say, "and think
you're darling
The second child was Lily--a bright
little thing, and, like all the human
Lilies have ever known, brown as a
berry.
1t was her delight to keep store. ats
awful cunning to truly sell things, Miss
Faith, Faith, Faithey," was the burden
Of her song; "and when l grow up
mean to have store zackly like this,
If papa will let me; or pr'aps you'll
lake me for a partner, dear Faith-papa
has a partner"
"Most certainly l will, my dear. 1
promise, if at that time you continue to
wish it, and papa consents
Then came Robbie, lame little fel-
low, with large serious brown eyes and
pale wistful face, who had fallen from
the high porch one day nurse was
showing the new servant girl how to can
peaches, and thought he was safe in the
and broken his leg. Mother
and l used to spend hour after hour tel
ling him stories, and rea ling to him
from his favorite fairy-books, and teach
ing him pretty verses, which he was
very fond Of reciting We had small
lounge on purpose for him in our pleas
ant sitting-roOm, ard when the noise ut
the big house made him nervous and
he would limp over to u.s., and
lie down, his head on a soft little pillow
had made, and on which had en-
broidered his name, and his pet kitten
curled up by his side. He was only
six years old, but wise little chap for
his years; and l used to smile, with a
tear in my eve, when he said, rs he
often did, AZ don't know how l ever
lived before you and Auntie Welton
came here l was so sick, and papa
had to go away every day, and Harry
and Lily went to school, and the little
children leased me awful. l think the
fairies sent you here-don't your?
Three more girls followed Robbie
Rosie and frankie (round, rosy, dimp-
led wee bodies, with great liking for
tarts) and Mollie. the two-year-
old baby.
The shirt button l gave away on
90 opening-day brought us luck, for the
family bought more at our
store than any other three families in
the village, never going, as some of the
well-to-do people did, to the neighbour
ing city for things which we had equally
good and cheap, but getting every thing
they could get from mother and me.
And, bless me, what quantity Of things
they did buy.-pins, needles, stockings.
ribbons. hats. ruffing,
laces-all sorts of things. Yes. indeed,
the Multahney shirt button proved a
lucky one.
Well, life went on smoothly and hap
PLY, mother growing prettier every day,
and Mr.. Multahney and nurse and the