Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1883-08-02
A TRUE STORY.


Over twenty-five years ago, in a small
Indiana village, which was situated on
the banks of pleasant stream, stood an
old, red-brick school-house. The village
| is still there. 1t has not vet grown into
city ways, and probably never will.
The river, too. is there, and is still the
same pleasant, high-banked stream it
was twenty-five years ago. But the
dear. old red-brick school-house has
given place to a more pretentious mod
ern structure, and the little boys and
| girls who romped upon the school-house
| playground then are all men and
women now, with little boys and girls
| of their own.
Children have grand events in their
lives, as we'll as older people. Wonder
fully exciting incidents occur to them,
narrow escapes and startling advent
,res which they remember all their
lives. 1t is one of these narrow escapes,
one of these startling adventures of
child-life, that | am about to tell to the
little boys and girls of to-day. and the
story is no "make believe;' it is true
| terribly true it seemed to six little girls
who attended school at the old red-brick
so long ago.
just back of the school-housc was the
playground, and just back of the play
ground, with only a high board fence
between, was the railroad track, where
trains Numbered past at all hours of the
| dav.
The fence between us was high, and
the most agile boy in the playground
and did, beat down the boards with
| hoft +,I
for this purpose. t,~ ;-t
These openings would sometimes es-
cape the notice of the teacher for days.
even weeks. at time, and the children
would crowd their round. bright faces
into them to watch the trains 90 past.
At first they remained within the in
closure, and only glanced through at
! the forbidden grounds beyond, but they
/ finally grew bolder, and ventured into
the tall grass which grew on either side
| of the track.
| The bows converted the newly-ac-
quired territory into ball ground,
while the girls began to search for a
suitable location for playhouse.
There were six little girls who be-
longed to one play family, representa-
tives of six different real families in the
village Minnie Wells, the minister S
little daughter, was only six years old;
Dot Williams belonged to the village
merchant, Nellie Dodd to the grocer;
Fay Ferris represented the aristocracy,
in French merino and high-heeled boots,
while Sallie Mcdonald came from the
lower ranks of society.
| These little girls were all about seven
years of age; but the mother of this in
teresting family, Mary Washburn, was
older and was also the cause of the ter
ror and humiliation which came to
them one autumn day.
It was during the noon intermission
| that Mary joined her family, with eyes
aglow with excitement, eXclaiming:
"Oh, my | guess I've found house
| for us nova really, truly house-and
| we can have a bedroom, and kitchen.
and parlor, and everything we want,
and we won't let single boy into ii
not a single boy!''
ooh, where is it:?'' chorused the other
voices, eXcitedly. ......
You Just follow me, and see what
I've found.' Mary answered. as she led
the way, with grave Importance. %"
And. sure enough, there it stood. a
Greatly, truly" house, as Mary had
said, with roof, and fioor, and great
slide doors on either sfde--just the
loveliest playhouse in the world,
the children thought-and they pre-
pared to move in and take possession at
| once.
But there amt any steps to it, and
how II we ever get imp asked Fay,
dolefully, as she glanced up at the
great, open door, SO far above.
''We'1l make us some steps, an
swered Mary, who was equal to almost
any emergency. =,
a large box lay near, and the six.
little girls set to work to roll it to the
side of the new house, under the door,
regardless of white aprons and clean
hands; and then, with shrieks of delight,
they clambered in and explored the
premises.
1.-The family that moved out wasn't
the leastest bit neat" said Nellie, view
ing the floor in diem.ay.
'.We'll have thorough house-clean-
ing" said Mary, ecergetically. 'NoW,
children she added, Il want you to
all 60 to the old playhouse, and move
the furniture and dishes to our new
house Just as quick as ever you can.
/ should be mortified to death if Mrs.
Judge Baxter or the minister's wife
muss."
And then. oEs how hard they did
work, those six little girls! Pieces of
carpets, bits of broken crockery, odds
and ends of almost everything, which
the real mothers at home had con-
tributed to the playhouse at different
times, were brought by armfuls to the
new house, and great drops of perspira-
ton stood out u1Hler the edge OF brown,
yellow and sandy hair, the result of their
energetic enthusiasm.
Water was brought, in an old. bat
tered tin dinner-pail, from the depot,
which was quite near, and the floor was
scrubbed with an old cast-away broom,
until, as Susie remarked, "'twas plenty
clean enough to eat off FROM -
land, oh my! Just the cutest little
shelf for our dishesr' said Dot, as she
placed them carefully in row on a
beam which extended across the end of
the house.
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