The Iola register., 1880-11-12

~ Wy ever sucn cnicKenS under the SKY!
q LamDs, kittens, babies and other wee things
;. Are pretty, but dear me. they hauen't uin0s!
-Wide-Audlse,
HOW CELIA WROTE A COMPOS
TION.
CELIA was twelve years old; brigl
: little girl at her lessons, anxious to b
D at the head of her classes, and a gener,
D favorite in school. No matter how Ion
. or hard the lesson, the first little fac
: to brighten as the teacher marked it O
: to the class was sure to be Cell
, Browns; hers the first voice to exclaim
"Oh, | reckon we can get it if we tr
right hard; and 1 certainly will d
Accordingly, Miss Nelson was pre-
} pared to receive bright look of acqui
escence from Celia, at least, when sh,
one morning announced to the littl,
class that q composition would be ex
pected from each one on the Friday O
the following week, but she was disap
pointed. To her surprise, Celia's face
said as plainly as words could have
spoken, can't possibly do it, Miss
Nelson, and it's of no sort of use to
try"
"What are we to write q composi-
tion about, Miss Nelson?" asked one
girl, whose face matched Celia's in ex-
preston. 81 don't know enough to
tell OF any one single thing in this whole
| worldr'
Miss Nelson smiled.
"Oh, yes. you do, my DEAR" she re-
piled, pleasantly. 81 think you will
find you know something worth telling
about salt when you put on your think.
ing-cap and make up your mind to try.
At any rate, that is what I expect YOU
to do--try! And will let YOU know
afterward how nearly you have sue
ceeded to my satisfaction"
Celia Brown never said word. She
Just closed her lips tightly and shook
her head in utter despair. 1t was of no
use to talk to her; composition she
could not write. Pages of spelling,
half the grammar or geography, miles
of arithmetic, would not have daunted
her anything like the mere word com
position. She could not think of any,
thing else that afternoon, and at the
tea table she looked so distracted and
was SO unusually silent, that her big
brother Tom, just home from college.
desired to be told if her tongue had
gone out to spend the evening.
80 sister, how you did practice your
music lesson this afternoon" added
little Willie: "you just banged and
tore! 1 reckon she didn't count her
one, two, three's much, mamma!''
"Mamma, Miss Nelson has told all
the girls in my class to write a compo-
sition for next Friday" said Celia, dis
regarding her brothers personal re-
marks, and looking anxiously at her
mother; land I know I can't do it.
l Just couldn't do it if it would save nv
life; l would rather undertake to recite
seventeen chapters of historyr'
Nonsense" said her father, LAUGH
ing; sit is quite time YOU learned to
use you mind in composition. Seven
'een or twenty-seven chapters of history
will not do you half the good that six
ines OF carefully-written composition
will do. And you will not find it diff
'ult, Celia, if you do not make up your
mind against it. Did Miss Nelson give
7ou a subject?"
eyes. papa-salt," was the reply, in
dlsgusted tone. "The idea of such a :
ubject! l can't think how ANYTHING !!
interesting could be written upon salt!5 =
''Oh, write about the cat, exclaimed
Willie. Il wouldn't write about salt, E
ither; nasty stuff just write on the =
cat I'll tell you exactly what to say: :
can write composition. Pooh! it's
asy. Wait till mamma sends me to
chool. Now you just write this, The
at IS a real nice animal. It's got three
'hite feet and one black one. It's got t;
spot on its breast, too. 1t has four b
ear little kittens; and it washes her q
zee every morning with her paws. She u
cEs her face-this amt nice; but what 81
IN you expect from a poor silly catP Il
don't know any better. And ours is a
amed Thomas Matilda, after nurses c'
rother and sister!'' n
''Bravo, Willier' exclaimed his fa- ss
Ter, joining in the hearty laughter of o.
le others at the little boy. $50 you d
N write composition. I'd advise W
ster to call on you for help. by all sF
That composition might do for YOU, bi
lille, DEAR" said Celia, still laughing; a
but think itwould sound rather queer fr
Miss Nelson th
'Why, you needn't care hoao it Sc
unds. Need she, papa? She Just m
LIS every single bit she knows. That tn
The way I'm going to do when write tn
That is tolerably sound advice,'' an
id her mother, looking at her, with a bu
nile. ''Just put the thought of show W:
will sound quite out of your mind, Sc
d write down all you know about
t."
The next dav was Saturday. About 81