The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-07-09

WnO WIS lOur ulOubuS Olu' N0lllo dk- |
ways laughed and crowed when she saw |
the cunning thing; thought it would be |
very nice for her to play with, and Won
dered why Gertie never seemed to think
so, too.
One morning. mamma told Gertie to
stay awhile with Nellie, who was sitting
in her little buggy in the garden. Gertie
brought Rosabella, her waxen baby,
and seated her at the foot Of the buggy
while she went for some flowers. She
was quite sure Rosabella was out of
Nellie'sreach, but baby stretched and
stretched with all her little might, and
soon had hold of the treasure.
Babies, you know, are not very wise.
This baby thought she could easily put
Rosabella's head Just where she tried to
put everything else-in her rosy little
mouth. And she tried and tried, but
the more she tried the more she couldn't.
At first, she thought it was because
Rosabella's head was too large; then she
thought her own mouth must be too
small. However it might be, she be-
gan to cry with anger, partly because
she could not do what she wanted to,
and partly because Rosabella's face
bumped her little bit of nose.
Gertie came running in sore dismay
as she saw what was going on. She
felt very much like slapping Nellie's
little hands at sight of few small
scratches on Rosabella's pretty face,
but mamma came back just then, so
| Gertie carried her poor darling up to
the nursery and sang her to sleep.
Then she heard mamma calling her,
so she laid Rosabella in Nellie's cradle,
covered her up, and drew the Ay.net
over her. How cunning she looked
| there.-with her baby hair on the pill
low, and one little pink waxen arm out
side the cover!
Mamma was wanted in the parlor to
see company, and sent Gertie to find
the nurse-girl and tell her to come and
See to baby. Gertie found her up
stairs, putting away clean clothes, and
giving her mammals message, went
down to the parlor. The girl was go.
ing down for baby, but first stepping
into the nursery, she said:
"Sure, it's here she is ashleep in the
crathle!" and she sat down beside heI
and began sewing on buttons as fast as
she could.
A black cloud in the southwest was
rising very fast. Soon the lightning he.
4 gan to play brightly, and the thunder
rolled heavily along the sky.
| Little Nellie, all alone in the buggy
thought'the lightning very pretty, but
did not like the thunder, and whim.
pered little. HtE
] The callers spoke of going, but nam
ma said it was only shower which
would be over soon, so they talked on
Big drops began to fall. Nellie
laughed at first, and then caught hel
breath as they came er-ther
screamed as they poured down with g
perfect roar
\ 4 Mamma fancied she heard something
amid the noise of the storm, and, step
ping into the hall, called:
"Mollie! Mollie! Is Nellie cryingp
Mollie came softly to the head of th,
stairs and answered: H %"
y t-"No, mum; the darlint's fash
ashleep, num-"
Just then there was dreadful flasl
Of lightning, and great branch of
tree in. the garden came crashing to tn
ground. ss'h is 4
Mamma went out on the piazza, ant
then her friends thought she must hav
gone crazy as she rushed out into th
storm. Back she came in a naomen
with poor, dripping, frightened, scream
ing baby in her arms. . ,..-. (
She ran up to the nursery. wher
Molle raised her hands, exclaimiug:
SAN it's niver the chilt ye hav'
thereP'' and .snatched the hy-net iron
the cradle.
IL There lay the beautiful waxen doll
She was still sleeping quietly. Molli
!, had kept faithful watch over her, rock
! ing her bit whenever clap of thun
y der came, wondering all the time no,
"the darlint' could sleep through sue
- a dreadful noise. Sidney Dayre, 4
Youths Companion.