Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1882-07-12
MEDDLESOnE MOLLgH.


MEDDLEsoME MOLLgH.
She was we'll named. She new
err saw anything in the way of
closet, cupboard, box, bundle,
parcel, package or letter, but
what her prying eyes were at
once concerned in. And it was
we'll if her 1ischchievous fingers
were not very soon concerned in
it, too.
She was, in most things, very
good little girl. but it is really
surprising to see how many grave
faults will spring from a habit
which, perhaps, might not be
sinful in ITSELF Disobedience
came of it, for she was often led
into meddling with things her
mother had forbidden her to
touch. Then, to hide what she
had been doing, she would some
times be tempted to tell a lie.
| Her mother often talked to
her about the meanness of trying
| to spy into the affairs of other
people. Mollie would promise to
give up this bad habit, but forgot
all her good resolutions at sight
of the first thing which seemed
in any way to be hidden from
her. She could not rest till it
was found out, and her mother
began to fear it would take very
severe lesson to cure her. And
she was not at all sorry when the
little lassie got her self into a
scrape which was SO ridiculous
and notifying that she began to
think that the best work for little
girls is minding their own bust.
ness.
On Saturday morning her
mother, before going out, sug-
gested to Mollie that as she was
going visiting in the afternoon,
it would be we'll for her to be
practising and weed her little
garden in the morning. Miss
Mollie did not feel in a mood for
work, and wandered idly iuto her
mothers room. She opened the
upper drawer of the bureau.
sAh!' she exclaimed in great
pleasure, that must be the new
sash mother promised me. l am
to wear it this afternoon. What
a beauty
She looked with delight at the
lovely pale blue, with its delicate
brocading of moss rose>buds.
She tried it on, making a very
poor attempt at big bow at the
back, aud tried to get a view of
it in the glass. Not succeeding
very well, she laid the sash on
the bureau, and turned her at
tention to a case of perfumery.
She put some from each bottle on
her handkerchief, and sat them
loosely on the bureau, not troub-
Icing herself to put them back in
the case.
Then she took up bottle that
stood behind the glass and pulled
out the cork took a good smell.
It almost knocked her down, and
made the tears run from her eyes,
for it was the strongest ammo
mia. Hastily setting it down,
she Knocked over two of the per-
fume bottles, and alas! they broke
on the marble slab, and the per-
fume splashed over aud ran under
the beautiful sash.
She gazed in dismay as soon as
she could see anything. She
carried it to the window aud hung
it in the sunshine to dry-then
tried to clean up the bureau
While doing this she spied . bot
tie she had never seen before.
sHair oil!' she said to herself.
Now can put some on my hair.
Mama never let's me have any
now I'll have plenty
She did take plenty. She was
proud of her hair, 1t was long
and wavy and glossy. She daub-
ed and smeared the oil over it
without stint and rubbed it in
well. It did not make her hair
quite so soft and shiny AZ she
expected it would, but she forgot
this for a while az she went to see
| if the sash was dry. It was, but
| it was sad to zee the streaks and
| blotches where the crimson and
green of the rosebuds had run
into the pale blue ground.
She folded it and layed it back
| in her mothers drawer, then went
to her own room, for she did not
feel like seeing her just then.
Dinner time came. The bel!
rang and rang again, but no
Mollie appeared. Her mother
| sent q servant to her room to de-
sire she would come down ut once
And soon at the dining-rooua dool
stood q forlorn figure, with woe
lful face and tear-swollen eyes
| and-such hair.
4 what IL the matter with YOU
hair, my child?' cried her mothe'
- eexor;shment and alarm.