The Russellville Democrat., 1884-01-24
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Ms her uncle seated himself in the par
lor alter tea Uncls VIII had rea the
Peter Par,ey books when he was 10y,
80 he knew lust how to make delightful
stories out OF what It'll. folks usually
think is very dry. indeed.
But then ANYTHING that her beloved
new Uncle VIII told her would be
pleasant to Mabel. Only a few months
before he had married her dearest, best,
sweetest auntie, who had always been
good to her, and from that day, curious
us it may seem, Mabel to k linn into
her heart, and gave him inst as much
love rs she did Aunt Al ce, Trough
aunte seemed to get just as much as
before. And so there is no end Of low
ing, is therep Nobody found it a very
hard matter to love Uncle VIII, he was
so merry and bright. and there was no
end to tie things he knew and could
tell about. Then he was unselfish; he
would give up his own pleasure any
time TO amusc child, or cheer up
somebody in trouble.
Before Uncle Will could answer,
grandma spoke up. She noticed that
lie had lust pulled the evening paper
from his pocket, SO she said as she
drew her rocking-chair near the fire -
the very first fire tina. had cracked in
the CRATE that autumn:
'.Come over here, Mabel dear, I will
tell Won story"
"Ifi,l it lie nice, like Uncle Wills
storieso'' Mabel asked, coming slowly
across the room.
Il will let you answer that question
after have told it, said grandma,
reaching for her Infringing.
"Wil it be a history story?" asked
Mabel, again.
-.What is q history storyp"
..Why, al about something that truly
happened long time ago, to a truly
someb ody," said Mabel.
Must it have happened q long time
ago to make it history? Don't you
know history is be ng made every day?
You remember all ABOUT our dear Iresi-
dent Garfield, don't youP 1t is only a
sort time since those sad da. $, hut the
story is published now in book, and
that is history.
...Oh, yes, ! know said Mabel,
eagerly-some of the things Uncle VIII
had taught her just coming into her
head ri know; anything that hap
pened hundreds of years ago is ancient
history, and what happened lately or
the last hundred years or SO is called
modery history $50
.sThat is right, !" said grandma; well,
now, will tell you story of modern
history.
"Once upon time--not a hundred
years ago there was little girl by the
name of Winnie.
Her home was handsome house in
the city. There we're many pleasant
rooms in it, but on this particular
morning, Winnie was sitting in the at
tic.
"She had not been sent there as a
punishment, it was the place she chose
to be. There was pretty window in
one end of the long low room. 1t had
small panes of glass: some of them
were colored. When the morning was
chilly, Winnie liked to get off ur there,
for the sunshine came with a rosy light
through the red glass. There was a
large old chair by the window, and
Winnie said it was a coy place. So
she had brought her slate and arithme-
tic and geography, to study her lessons.
She always studied couple of hours in
the morning, then recited to Aunt
Lena; after that. the time. was her own
to walk or play as she chose. She
curled herself in the large chair, and
opened her book, but did not look in it;
she looked out of the window, and saw
up in the caves little brown sparrows
futtering and twittering. She dropped
her hooks and climbed up on the chair
and watched them long time. At last
she tried to count them, and that made
her remember that she had better be
learning her multiplication table, so
she sid down into the chair again and
opened her book. as sai
at was a queer kind Of multiplied
ton table she found, though. With one
eye ON her book, and the other rowing
about the room, it went something ike
this q
".Seven times four are twenty-eight.
wonder if that's big spiderp'
".Seven times five are thirty-five.
What a funny looking old bureau that
ISL
"'Seven times six are forty-two. / do
blieve hear cricket
"'Seven times seven are forty-ninc.
Oh dear, what is the use of this old
multiplication tablet?
"'Seven times eight are fifty-sx.
Wonder If grandma's old chest is
locked mean to seer and with that
down went her book and away she
skipped across the floor to the blue chest
standing IN the corner, 1t was quite
large, but she tugged W tn all her might
at the heavy Id and it flew open.
"She did not more than half expect
II TO. but somebody who had been there
last had been careless and left the key
in the lock.
"Winnie stood still minute and
stared in, her bright eyes very wide
open with delight.
"sOh! OH What treasures Flow
cred brocadc and gold-colored satin. 4
straw bonnet and blue satin bonnet,
laees and flowers, and slippers and fans
Dear grandma had carefully kept
some Of the pretty things she used to
wear when she was a girl, with rosy
cheeks and brown hair, to show to her
grandchildren when her cheeks should
be wrinkled and her hair turned into
white six as 1t was now.
"Winnie had seen all these things be-
fore, but it WIS long time ago, and
grandma had taken them carefully ont,
just for few minutes, and put them
back again. 1t was not like hay ny
them all 10 yourself. She drew long
breath and looked around the room 1t
was oil still. nobody would come up