The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-03-13
Little Sunbeam

1AlCIl0 sunbeam
Children. [ am going to give you q little
story that wrote once upon time" when
had charge of the children's department of a
monthly magazine. You may call it fairy
story If you choose. Perhaps, after reading it
you will try to be like Sunbeam-a ray of light
something cheery-to help make home bright.
There are thousands of ways to play Sunbeam
"Old Sol' lifted the curtain slowly and gently,
very early in the day, and the little twinkline
stars modestly withdrew, and were soon lost to
sight, overpOwered with dazzling brightness.
The smoke here and there lazily curled from
the cold chimneys, and, in little while, the
great world was astir, and the quiet of the
morn was broken by the sound of busy feet
treading their way to the business and toll of
q warm summer day.
Little Sunbeam yawned, saying, ooh, dear
what shall | do this long, tiresome day."
"Old Sol answered, There is enough to do,
my child. Look at the dark world beyond ;
arouse myself, shake off thy slumbers, make
haste speed away, and try to make some house
hold happy You will have many hours for
play before call you home tonight"
All! but I'm 80 little, what can / do?" said
Sunbeam
Do! Why, try and see You are 80 bright.
my jewel, that you may accomplish wonders
So start off, i" and cold Sol" spread himself, put
on his brightest garb, and all the world re-
joiced.
Away went Sunbeam, skipping and dancing.
and talking to herself! She stopped few
minutes beneath wide-spreading oak, whose
foliage was not 80 dense but that she could
peep through; gazed at the cattle on thous-
and hills, and rested upon the golden curls of a
merry shepherd boy who was watching his
flock OF sheep; but Sunbeam did not larry
long, but tripped lightly away, until she came
near an elegant mansion, with it's steps of
marble, beautiful verandas, lovely walks and
velvety lawns
''Ah hal" she soliloquized; 'sthis is lovely
magnificent. I'll venture in" And, as she
approached the costly, curtained windows,
sure OF an entrance, if not welcome.
pettish voice said: 'F1ora, there comes that
sun! close the blinds, drop the curtains; the
carpets will fade and the damask be ruined. :"
The hint was sufficient, for Sunbeam was wise,
though she could not but think it strange that
inmates Of such palatial residence could be
so rude as to close the shutters in her face!
But bright and smiling, not at all disheart-
ened, she sped ON her mission, Joined the busy
throng, and rested upon beautiful display
OF goods In grand and snowy window; but,
alas! down drops the heavy shade, quickly is
the awning unrolled, and Sunbeam is shut out.
ION, dear! | am an intruder again; where
now shall | go? Am really wanted any
where?" Slowly and thoughtfully she trudged
along, sailed upon the waters of beautiful
stream, climbed its shady banks, wandered
through the forest, peeped here and there and
everywhere-happy as a bird. Suddenly a
lovely cottage met her gaze; over it's porch
were trailing vines, about the door doomed the
choicest flowers, and beside the steps was a
baby's carriage. See peeped in-no baby there;
80, on tip-toe, she cautiously looked in at the
window, which was wide open. Upon the floor
was lovely babe, strewn about with toys of
every variety.
Sunbeam lighted upon one and another;
from the floor to the ceiling, from corner to
corner she played "hide-and- go-seek" Thensud-
denly, but very gently, she paused to rest on
babys chubby hand. Baby laughed and
crowed, and Sunbeam capered and danced
Already were they fast friends; no toy pleased
baby so well, and never was Sunbeam happier
WHAT'S pleasing my little one SO" said
mamma, looking up from her work
All! l see, a little Sunbeam, so beautiful and
bright; but baby was getting sleepy and mamma
took her into her lap. and as Sunbeam with
drew she heard sweet voice singing:
Come again Sunbeam, a welcome you'll find
For friend who is always so gentle and kind;
And go to sleep baby-pleasantly dream 3 hW
Of your pretty plaything, the golden Sunbeam
Our little traveller fastened home, for she had
wandered far, and the shades of evening were
falling fast" 1t would soon be time to close
the shutters and draw the curtains, and "Old Sol"
would be waiting to hear what his little one had
been doing all day.
Now, children, if you like this little story. ]
will write you another some day-but I want
you to try and profit by my letters, for write
them for your good. Try and be Sunbeam"
wherever you go, and shine as brightly as pos
slble at home. AUNT LUCY. Y
The Little Oregonian.
My little friends, I am going to tell YOU
about my sisters pet baby, who is now good
many years older than she was then.
Twenty six years ago you remember am
talking to- the little folks now the great West
that is now dotted with villages farm houses
and orchards, and crossed by the tracks of the
iron horses that go screeching and putting over
| plains and mountains and gulches, was all q
| blank wilderness, save as the wild Indians, the
monstrous buffalo the feet-footed antelope OF
1.-The prowling wolf roamed at will through the
| tall grass and TANGLED sage brush. For wear
! or two there hid been a nlurmur borne
on the signing breeze that sounded very much
like the moan that has grown into such huge
cry, sitting down the mountains and through
the valleys from Leadville. We have become
quite accustomed to 1t now, but at that time il
sounded weird and wild, that cry Of .Goldl
/ Gold! Goldl' Long trains of gold-hunters
/ had answered to the seductive cry, and with
/ their huge wagons, drawn by oxen, had
filed away on their long, perilous journey, and
some were killed by Indians, some eaten up by
/ wolves, and some persisted by sickness ane
starvation, SO that when the baby am going te
! tell you about, accompanied byher papa an6
! mamma and auntie, went plodding dismally
along with the hundreds of OK teams thai
formed the caravan, little mounds of earth Lax
along the route where the bones of the deac
4 had been buried. TWenty-six years agr