The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-10-30

The Little Girl Who Wanted to Be Boy.
Mother" said Tip, whose brother
had nicknamed her after black r,ussy
cat he used to be very fond of, IT want
to be a boy. I'm so tired of being a
girl and sewing" and Tip began to
twist tiny silver thimble round on her
finger.
1t was the first piece of work she had
ever been trusted with, and she had
been sitting almost five minutes by the
clock, with the thimble on the first lit
tie fat finger of the left hand. So, of
course, Tip was tired.
Well, Tip" said her mother, ''I'm
sure I'm glad enough that you are
girl. But you need not sit any longer
now; I'm going to look at my bread in
the oven, and you may run out"
Tip jumped up and dropped the little
thlmble and patchwork and needle on
the foor-a careless little thing she
was-and then ran over to the green to
watch the boys play ball.
Once the ball came near her: she
picked it up and tried to throw it to the
boys, but it went over the fence.
" Here, youngster," shouted one of the
boys, " let that ball alone. What have
girls got to do with balls?"
Tip was very indignant at this remark
about girls, and she ran home fully de-
termined that she would be boy any
way.
30 up she went to the spare room,
where she knew her brothers best suit
OF clothes was kept-he being out of
the way-and in a few moments Tip
was transformed into quite nice-look-
ing little boy, though the clothes were
somewhat too large for her, her brother
being about year older.
Her little head, to save trouble, had
been closely cropped, and so with Bob's
sailor-hat on, the pride and delight of
his heart, she felt that she was every
inch boy, and ran off to the ball
ground again as bold as lion.
One of the players had just given out
for some reason Or other, and the rest
were very glad to have this spruce-look-
ing little fellow take his place.
Tip did her best to throw like bow,
but it was of no use; half of the time
the ball went over her own shoulder,
which reused the boys on her side to
such an extent that three or four came
up to her and shook their fists in her
face, telling her that she played just
like girl.
Finally the hard rubber ball struck
her in the face. and came near taking
off "Tip's pug" as Bob always called
her little speck of nose.
The blood streamed down over the
new suit, which frightened Tip SO that
she screamed with all her might, ooh!
mamma, mamma, I'm killed."
"Why, she's girl, I do believe" said
one OF the boys, seeming to feel very
sorry that she was hurt. where do you
live, sis ?"
"Over there" said Tip, IT believe"
pointing to the old house opposite, for
she had only moved there the day be-
fore, and wasn't quite sure,
"Come, let's take her home" said the
boys. So two of them took hold of
Tips arms like little policemen, and the
rest followed in procession.
Tips mother happened to be looking
out of the window and recognized
Bob's sailor-hat, but nothing else; and
how that hat got on the little boys
head whose nose was bleeding so terri
bly, she could not imagine. She ran
down stairs to find out what was the
matter, and Tip rushed into her arms.
why, Tip, is that you?" said her
mother. What will Bob say?"
The boys had not stopped to explain
matters, but Went away like flash as
soon as Tips mother appeared; so Tip
told the whole story, and promised
never to be boy again as long as she
lived. ELMER LYNNDE.
An Indian Legend.
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