The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1880-11-25
tsNever for an instant"
s;No more dol. Good night and pleas
ant dreams.n
ant dreams :
PART LIN THE VALLEY.

ant dreams"
PART lin THE VALLEY.
so! papa, do you think it is going to
snow!' Bessie looked appealingly into
her fathers face.
Suppose, Puss, that I should say
syes.'''
60! then I'd give you almost all my
candy" holding up what once might
have been candy, but what now looked
like a very sticky little hand.
ssAnd if I should say no."
sThen,o said Bessie, cit does seem to
me as If I could never speak to you
again." 4
Papa went to the window. Outside it
was nearly dark; but he could easily see
that it was going to snow, and pretty
soon, too.
I'll take the candy said papa; afor
I say YES
Bessie climbed upon her papa's knee,
and putting her head upon her papa's
arm, she said:
"Papa, want to ask you favor; but
it's such big one I'm afraid you'll just
say mo- the first thing
s:Does mamma know what it is all
about?''
60! yes, sir. She knows, truly and
honestly. Don't you, mammal
Mamma only smiled, and I think
there was some other reason than just be-
cause she was counting stitches that she
don't say anything.
"Well, papa, you know you know
day after tomorrow will be Thanksgiv-
ing; and-and Joe, he says he's going to
take his skates to bed, and I want to
know, now please, papa, it l can take
'Cleay the Track to bed with me this
night?''
Papa looked perfectly astonished.
ebay after tomorrow will be Thanks
giving; and-you want to take :Clear the
Track to bed with you tonight, just be-
cause it is to be-"
"No," said Bessie, ''lt isn't that; but
don't you know Thanksgiving is one
good thing and sClear the Track is an,
other. and when two good things come
together, it's ever so much more fun than
just only one, you see.''
Now, what do you think? "Clear the
Track" wasn't a doll, nor a pussy
cat, nor steam engine; but if you'll be-
lieve me, it was nothiag more nor less
than new sled, with cushioned seat
and two long swans necks curling up in
front. Now you do not wonder, sup
pose, that papa opened his eyes so wide
when Bessie wanted to take "Cleal the
Track" to bed with her.
Nv by don't you say something, ma
ma?' said Bessie. 'Why don't you say
you never IN all your life saw such
good little girl as was when I pounded
my finger, you know-or something"
For once however, Bessle's ally failed
her.
"But tell you what, puss,'' said papa.
"You shall tie Clear the Track to the
bedpost, and I'm sure he II not get away
before morning.
OF course with both papa and mamma
against her, Bessie had to give up; al
though she told Joe afterward that she
could just as we'll have slept between the
runners as not
AS bed time drew near Joe and Bes-
sic never felt less sleepy in their lives.
Joe had been caught with his skates
buckled on, walking over the dining
room floor, 'tjust to try his ankles" he
said (although 1 don't see .why he
should have been SO happy, when the
snow that was coming would surely
spoil his fun; and Bessie sat on Clear
the Track all the evening telling her
largest doll the greatest stories Of what
was going to happen on the morrow. It
was nine O'Clock. Joe was sound asleep
with his skates under the pillow; and
Bessie with "Clear the Track tied tight
to the trundle- bed, still clasp1ng IN her
plump little hand the iron neck of one
of the swans, was dreaming of coast so
long that it looked at that time as if it
would last until morning.
At ten O'clock there was wind and
cold enough, but still no snow; and the
little village went to bed-the children
to dream Of skates and sleds, and the
older ones to wonder where the money
was coming from to buy them.
But the next morning! There was no
doubt about it then, tor the snow was
whirling past the windows at tremen-
dous rate.
"What do you think about school, to-
day, mother!'' asked papa.
Breakfast had been eaten and the
clock hands were slowly moving around
toward starting time.
mo school to- day, I think" said
mamma, looking out at the drifting snow
and the leaden sky overhead.
"Ol mamma and Bessie sat down
on "Clear the Track" and came very
near crying.
81 was going to drag Bessie all the
way to school, and all the way home
again." said Joe with very deep groan;
'sand now you've spoilt it all.'' And he
put his head against tho mantel-piece
and would mt be comforted.
ut doesn't seem to me,' said papa,
"as if we would have heavy storm at this
time-only the 9th of November. Don't
you think, too, mamma, that the clouds
look light over there9''
Bessie was on the window-seat in a
moment.
"Pooh!" she said, with very wise
look. There's blue sky enough to make
Dutchman's jacket
s.Where2" asked mamma.
Bessie looked again.
''Well2, don't see it now; but it's
there, really and truly