The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1880-11-05
HOW BEyNIE SENT A NOTE TO HIS
MAMMA.

Our in a part Of the country where il
is very billy, there stands a red house
at the foot of a steep hill whose side is
covered with birch and pine trees, and
athick underground OF brush. In that
house live two little children, and what
do you think they did one dayp
Their ann was busy baking. and
they went TO play by the little brook in
the yard. They were making a bridge
oil stones there. and that morning they
finished il. Then Susie's white Kitten
tried it. and stepped across without once
wetting her dainty feet.
Now that's done, and what'n w do
next?'' asked restless little Susie
~ know said Bennie; lets 60
up the hill and find where the brook be-
gins. I'll hard climbing. and mother
thinks l amt big enough; but I'm big
ger 0 than | was the last time 1
asked her,
We'll. let's 90 them said Susie.
eagerly. and of they started, hand in
hand ut first, but they soon found they
each needed two hands to catch hold Of
the bushes and projecting rocks, a.
they climbed up the hill close by the
little bed Of the brook. Up and up they
went; it was pretty tiresome, but there
was fun in it, for the white kitten ran
nimbly ahead and kept stopping for
them. and the brook seemed to laugh
out loud as it danced merrily to meet
them
haven't we gone much as a mileP'
asked Susie at last, winding her arm
around a young birch tree, while she
stopped to take breath.
mo. not more than three-quarters, |
guess said Bonnie. .See, there's
our chimney down there, and smoke
going out. Mothers making pies"
"Oh, then let's hurry Susie cx-
claimed. starting again. and as she
pushed her way around a thick briery
bush, there was the white kitten wait
ing for them just ahead, and there al
last was the bubbling spring, gushing
from among the rocks, the birthplace
Of their dear brook.
"Uh, Susie, make a cup Of your hand
and drink some waterr' said Bonnie,
bending down to do it himself.
II can't Ican'tiI am caught in the
briersr' cried Susie, struggling as she
spoke to disentangle herself. but it
seemed as If every thorn on the bush
reached out to catch at her, and she
could not get away.
Bennic ran to help her, but only got
his hands scratched, and when Susie
turned her head, the bricrs caught her
curls so that she could not move any
more without her hair being pulled.
This was too discouraging, and she be-
gan to cry.
"Oh. dearl I wish mamma was
here said Bonnie, looking wistfully
down at the top of the home chimney
below.
.Mamma. mammal he shouted
then as loud a. he could; but the wind
blew the wrong way and took the shut
up hill instead Of down. Then he said
he would 90 home and tell her TO come.
"Oh. no. nor begged Susie. ~
don't dare be left alone; there might
be bears among the trees, or n snake.
Don't 20, Bennier'
Well, / WON'T said Bonnie; "but
wish ! had some scissors or a knife.
Father ought to girc me a knife, any
how; I'm big enough"
Then lie sat down by Susie, andthcy
wondered what they should do; would
they have 20 20 without dinner and
suppcrP Would they have to stay all
night there on the hillP
"Oh, / am SO tiredr' said Susie, nov
ing her head a little, but II hurt 50 that
She began TO cry again. The little white
kitten rubbed againt her and purrrd, but
h could not help her. Ycsi II could help
her. A bright idea flashed into Ben
| nie's mind.
Lets send a note to by