Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1883-05-13


dsy, however, she stepped in her work,
duster and broom in hand. aud turned
to me with curious emile.
"Ye're little better than \ BARN yer.
sell, Mistress Dairsie." said Janet, and
indeed must own that had, half un'
Willingly, been singing to the tune oi
sayr that my dear Douglas loved ia
sing), q new version:
"win ye gang wi me, Daisy Dairler"
Oct. I5.-My Daisy has Gomez She
is here, under this very roof. She
came very Unexpectedly. had strolled
out this morning after breakfast to sit
awhile on the rocks, when James
ThompsOn's laddie came tearing up to
me, and said with q somewhat scared
expression of countenance:
There's machine with the dell in
il ganging rood by the back road. aud
the driver says they're iist bound for
the mill fairm."
walked. or rather ran forgetting
the dignity and decOrum OF fifty years.,
arriving at my own door in time TO see
the machine Ia fly from the neighbor-
ing town., draw up, while strange APP
partition leaned out of the window-an
Indian woman, an ayah, whose small
dark face was half hidden by volumin-
Gus folds of white drapery, which also
completely shr0uded and enwrapped
her figure. Two bonny little brown
hands gesticulated wildly from the
window, while the ayah poured fourth
volley of remarks expressed in the
most extraordinary and unintelligible
language ever heard.
"Heir, sirs, the puir heather body
said Janet, with lofty scOrn, and then
opened the door of the fly and took my
Daisy into my arms.
- She was Sitting, closely huddled up
behind her nurse, silent, yet apparent
ly self.pOssessed, a black robed, pale
child with large luminous dark eyes
that.gazed sadly and curiouSly at us all.
She was in reality five years old, but
she seemed no more than three, light
and tiny burden as | carried her into
the house, into the parlOr, where put
her down on her feet, and knelt beside
her, my heart beating stormiiy,. a hun
dred tender thoughts and words press
ing from my brain to my lips that |
was yet too strangely shy to utter. But
Daisy was not shy.
care you Mamsie::" she asked con-
fidiugly, looking up into my face.
~ am Margaret Dairsie, darling!
your mothers friend, you know"
al know" said Daisy, nOtlding her
head sagely. al was called Daisy be-
cause of you. And my mamma said /
was to call you Mamsie."
"Ies, yes" murmured trembliugly.
/ do not think the child can lave
been afraid of me, or of my hard, old
maidish looks, for she gazcd at me
with dawuing smile on her soft
mouth. .AnI then took her in my
arms again, and kissed her, just for her
mothers dear sake, suppose, and the
tears cOtirScd down my face the Whue.
Iiut Daisy shook her head.
"lou mustn't cry" she sad very
gavely. any mamma told me never
10 cry. She said she was happy, aud
Daisy was TO he happy too, because II s
risht to lie happy. SO you must ne
happy, Mamsie."
Tie child spoke ~ though she were
repeating lesson; il was pcrchance
the last lesson her mother taught her
to say, that lesson of happiness. y mo
ment later she ran quickly tn the win
dow.
ooh, what nice, big, beautiful
pussy cat! May go and play with
him in the garden"'
Nov. %.--Daisy and have become
great friends; in fact, Palsy rs very
kind to me. speak advlsediy, for the
child rules me already, not with a rod
of iron, but with the gentle, soft wisp of
something unutterably delightful, and
certainly lar more etfectual than iron.
AS for Janet, she IL Daisy's most alb
ject slave, nothing more nor less. she
is Il scarcely like to own the fact, but II
is truc.l SHE l. absolutely subservient
where Daisy is concerned. Daisy trots
after her. holding her hand or hanging
on TO her apron, giving stern, childish
orders, visiting the cows and the Old
pony in their respective sheds, counting
and recounting the ducks and geese
with unflaggiug interest, asking eN-
travagant questions Oh all subjects, and
certainly wasting Jaucts time. ! am
conscious in my foolish heart of q slight,
a very slight jealousy Of my good Janet,
and yet Daisy is kind 10 me. She
allows me 70 sew sometimes, while she
explores the contents Of my work
basket: she permits me TO wander with
her among the rocks, searching for
pale pink shells or tiny crabs, and one
day she nearly persuaded me to paddle
with her in the foam of the shallow
waves. ] verify believe, had it not been
that ! dreaded lest the exploit should
he chronicled to Janet, that l should
have yielded to the temptation.
Nov. l6.-Daisy is not at all model
al, all e al horn
sin, and naturally wicked, aud 81 |
could expect nothing better; bat at
times | am rather terrified TO see my
child stiflcn her small body in 4 par
oXysm of rage, striking out with her
little clCnuhed fists in impOtent fury,
and screaming with ali her might and
main. AT such times the poor ayah
rocks herself to and fro, waiting softly,
and stare aghast, till Daisy ceases her
passion quite suddenly, and comes run
nin- up to me, putting her arms round
my neck, to say:
"Daisy sorry, MamSie.
"Wll you never do ii again, DalSy:"'
"Ncver, never" says the child with
extreme penitence.
Then itake her on my lap, aud eS-
plain her sins to her at some length, but
have all uncomfortable consciousness
that Janet knows best how TO manage
her, for If she happens 10 be present, she
checks my Daisy with sentence:
"Eh, the wicked huSsy! She'll I've
needing to her whips the moo"
Nov. 25.-Ihis afternoon Icame upon
Janet vaiuly trying to warm our poor
ayah by the kitchen fire; the latter hav-
ing caught cold, shivcring, and crOuching
with her hands Out-stretched to receive
the welcome heat. Merciful powers.
If she he cold in this fine autumn
weather, how will she bear the snow
and frost Of cur northern winters I
had always understood that people COM
ing from hot countries bring with them
a certain amount of caloric which holds
them in good stead for some time. But
the mill farm is fresh like, certainly,
Janet stock beside tse ayah stirring q
tumbler of still tOddy.
ats a cauld stomach that Gamma
warm its ain drink" said Jenet per-
suasively. land of a the meat III the
world drink gags best dQoR.'
But the Indian woman shook her
head. l fear that Jsnet's kindness and
Janet's conversation were alike unin-
telligable to her,