Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1883-04-12

would never think about ner Callng III.
How she thought it all out. | can lot
tell; but if any OF YOU have been in
trouble and tried to think your way
out of it. perhaps SOu may remember
ii at YOU thought of some very foolish
and queer things, and this was the way
with Katie. She might tie mp few
Goals in a paper, she thought, but her
mother would need every coal to keep
up the fire There were some blocks
in one corner of the small roOm-Tim's
blocks. that Santa Claus had brought
him one Christmas, two or three
winters before. She could tie up some
of These in II paper for make-believe
luncheon, and nobody would know.
So she tied up few blocks neatly, and
when her mother noticed 1t as she
started for school, and asked in sur
prise what she had in the paper, the
poor child hung her head, and then
burst into tears.
ooh. mammal she sobbed, 81
wanted ID make believe that | had
some luncheon-it s only Tins
blocks ~
For one moment the little mother
did not understand. and then suddenly
it all came into her mind-hOw the
pride of her child was wounded because
She could not appear rs other school
children did. and that she had fixed
upon that simple device to hide her
want. And how it made her heart
ache more than ever that her poor lit
tie girl must 60 hungry! But she
would not deprive Katie of the poor
comfort of trying to keep up appear
ances and her throat was too
ful Of choking Jumps for her to trust
herself to say much; SO she smoOthed
the little girls hair and wiped away
The tears from her face, and said brave
ly: Never mind, Katie! Better DAYS
will come! Mother feels sure Of it,"
And then Katie slipped away with her
little bundle and tn" poor little mother
sat down and sadly wept at the hard
ShirS that had befalIen her little ones.
When the noOning came. Katie sat ut
her desk with her make-believe dinner
before her Hcr teacher noticed that
she kept her seat, and seeipg her
luncheon, went to her and said: ''Why
do YOU not 90 into the luch-room and
eat your luncheon with the other g'rS?"
atthe same time reaching out for Katie's
bundle.
ooh, teacherr' cried Katie, bursting
into tears, "don't touch it! and oh,
teacher, don't tell, please! It's only
blocks"
"Only blocks" softly repeated the
teacher, and tears filed her eyes.
Never mind, Katie, III not tell the
GIRLS. You are brave and dear
little girl, and one of the best in the
school"
Poor, poor child! The kind words
were like mamma to her heart; but, long
ing as tie teacher was 10 give the child
Il portion OF her own luncheon, she
would not hurt her pride by the cffcr
before others. But during q short
session Of the teachers when school
was over, she related the incident, and
spoke in such high terms Of praise of
the little girl, that each one resolved TO
do ali possible to bring better days"
at once TO the poor mother; and early
next morning the better days began
No one touched the brave little
mothers self-rcspect by Offering her
charity, but plenty of work, with good
paw, was carried 10 her, and enough
of bread and milk, and new shoes, and
coal, and all other needful things
soon came TO their home through the
mothers industry. And Tins blocks
went lack into their corner, to stay
there.
Happy little Katie!