Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1882-04-22

teT's heart, and the next morning he
went to her bedside half expecting she
would promise to obey him at once. But
mol She only repeated to all his ap-
peals: 81 can't, papa, reallyI can't"
He sent up her breakfast Of bread and
glass of milk. Had DR.. and Mrs. Low
ell had no child but the gentle, golden
haired Blonde, thew would have thought
children all angels, and given small
sympathy to parents Of headstrOng,
willful children. But Brunie's freaks
had entirely dispOsessed them of any an
gelic theory. Now, to be kept in bed was
the severest of penalties for such rest
less child, overlooking with active en-
ergy. She began to wonder If 1t was not
almost dinner-time just as the clock
struck ten. How long 1t seemed till the
clock struck again! She counted the fig
ures on the wall paper and was sure there
was just 432. She watched from the
half open blind the clouds fold and I'M
fold, and her imagination rapidly cloth
ed them with material forms. She shout
ed with delight as she cOnjured from
their beauty the New Jerusalem, with
its gates of pearl, just as she had read of
it out of her testament. She forgot that
only they who shave clean hands and a
pure heart" can enter there. More bread
and milk, and the afternoon wore weari-
ly away. Towards night, Mrs. Lowell
came to her room. for the mOtherly heart
yearned to the child who was furnishing
herself so severely; and when she urged
her to yield to her fathers wish, she
kissed her cheek and said: Mamma
dear"-adding abruptly-"Pve been
thinking of heaven a great deal, and
want to know if they have beds there?"
"NO; I guess not. Whyp"
Il thought p'raps they did, for we sing
in Sunday school.
There is sweet st in heaven
So don't know but they had beds to rest
on. Pm glad they don't. If they do
don't want to go step. Beds are hOr-
ridw
The third and fourth days passed, and
she seemed no nearer relenting. The
afternoon of the 5th day was so long
and tiresOme that she had good cry in
her loneliness. She heard the door bell
ring, and her special friend, Amy Loss,
said she'd brought her doll over for Bru-
ME to play with, because she heard she
was sick and could not go to school. Mrs.
LOyell declined the doll, thanking Amy
for her kindness.
Brunie's room was on the first floor
and her bed near the window. She
quickly pushed it up and called out:
amy! Amy! oh do let me take your doll
-dOw
care you sick?" said Amy.
"Y-e-es-nO. That is, not exactly"
"Why don't you go to school thenw
Papa said mustn't"
what you got your mighty on for if
you amt sick?"
Won't you let me take your dOll?'
said Brunie, very wisely avoiding Amys
pointed questions. "POu can pass it
right up here to mew But their arms
were too short. Do her best Brunie
couldn't reach it.
"Wait minutew She re-appeared in
a moment with her fathers cane, and
hooking it into the handle of the box
which contained the wonderful Paris
doll and her clothes, triumphantlY land
ed it on her bed. "Amy," she softly said,
twill you come for it at six o'clock"
"Yesp'
Right under this window, and you
won't ring the dOOr-bell, or nOthing"
"NO! What makes you stay i'm bed if
you amt sick?" But Brunie closed the
window, and Amy went away much puz-
zled.
Three delicious hours of play with the
doll dissipated her repentant mood, and
she thought it was pretty good fun to
lie in bed after ALL Amy came for the
the doll at six o'clock, without being
discovered in rendering aid and COM
fort to rebels"
Six, seven, eight days passed, and DR..
LOvells heart was heavy. Every day he
visited her room longing to Gnd symp-
toms of yielding. She seemed to cherish
no ill-will towards him, never asked for
a reprieve, and greeted him with pleas
ant "HullO, papap Her restless brain
questioned many things in those hours
of solitude, and she often startled him
with queries which made him say again
and again, "what shall we do with her?"
Once she said, "Papa, where do all the
dear little babies come from? From
heavenl Hump, well that's smart! Have
to be sick, and grow up, and take castor
oil, and die, before they can get back
again"
On the afternoon of the tenth day,
peeping through the blinds she saw her
father and mother and Blonde drive off
in the buggy. She was out of bed with
bound, ana after turning two or three
said, wish l could have
some fun somehow or Otherp The bot
tied up nervous energy dubbed ever like
The resources of the room
were rather limited, and she opened the
drawers of one bureau, only to slam
them in, saying, nothing but my buds
hereW But another bureau revealed
treasures rich and rare for her pur-
pose. She pulled out long black lace
scarf, and screamed with delight when
she espied large cream-cOlOred Canton
Grape shall with heavy fringe. With an
instructive appreciation of contour, she