The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1883-11-16

and the children ran after it. They got
sticks and poked around, but the mouse
was not to be seen.
perhaps it's in the barrel, - said Pat
tie; '.look in, Frank, and see.
So Frank raised himself on his copper
tipped toes, and looked in, and at the
same moment Uncle David's colo spec
tacles dropped in.
''Oh, Pattie! Uncle David's glasses!'
cried Frank. ''What shall l do? How
shall get EN- out?n
Pattie stood still, quite as frightened
as her brother, for the children had q
wholesome awe of Uncle David Then
she tiptoed and took a peep in the bar
rel. Now the barrel was one used to
hold slop-water from the kitchen and it
was about half full. The glasses floated
languidly around amid bits of potato
Feelings and cabbage lea res, and seemed
to be averSe to sinking into such low
company.
1.-The tongsr' cried Patti, when she
had recovered her voice. "You watch
the glasses, Frank. and I'll oct the
longs" And off she ran to the kitchen.
And it should be said here that little
Pattie's wits and feet had often before
helped Master Frank out of a scrape.
Nora was not in the kitchen, so Pattie
snatched up the tongs and scampered
back.
Hurry, Pat!'' cried Frank, "rm
afraid they're going down.
He made a dive for the glasses,
brought them up safely, only scattering
himself moderately with slop-water.
Pattie wiped the glasses on her long
suffering apron, and the two carried the
spectacles back to the library, and
breathed more freely when they were
safe on the table. For several days
Uncle David complained of the dimness
and peculiar smell of his spectaeles, and
1t was only after much rubbing and
Wiplng that they were restored to their
usual clearness and purity.
The fright about the spectacles made
the children a little sober. and thew sat
down on the steps of the back norch
and were so quiet that if Aunt Mary
had been used to having little ones
around, she might have known some
thing had happened.
After dinner a shower came up, so
they had to play in the house. When
they grew tired of wrapping up the
great gray cats feet in paper mittens,
and seeing him tumble helplessly about,
they played in water near the kitchen
door, until they were so wet and muddy
Nora made them sit by the stove to dry.
Then Cousin Mamie came to look after
them.
''Ain't it time for us to go home?'
said Frank, who began to wish for q
change.
I'm have the pony-phaeton out and
take you around myself" said Cousin
Mamie, who had a way of doing nice
things.
At this Pattie clapped her hands and
Frank gave a shrill whoop, which made
Cousin Mamie put her hands to her
ears and assure Frank unless he was a
very good boy he could not drive with
her
''And, Frank, draw the lap-cloth over
you as much as you can, or people will
think | have picked up young
tramp"
q don't look very well, that's a
fact" said Frank, alphabetically.
And it was fact, for his pretty blue
pants had wide tear across one knee,
and both showed plainly where he had
rubbed against the slop- barrel and
patches of dirt were in different places
over his blouse, and his straw hat was
broken on ore side where Pattie had
stepped on it. But for all, the little
boy and the equally dirty little sister
beside him, enjoyed their day and the
ride home.
''Aunt Ellen was at the gate looking
for Them" said Mamie, on her return,
'and she kissed and welcomed those
dirty children as if they were little
angels, and they said they had had
splendid timen'-Lwcy Randolph Flens-
ma, IN Interior.