Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1885-07-03


correct peopler' And Jessie walked
away with dignifed air but Amy
made no movement toward following
her.
II wonder what ais Amy lately; she
is SO quiet" said Aunt Alice
"She looks so pale and worried all the
time; | cannot understand it. ;" said her
mother anXiously.
"She mopes along all the while, and
will not play" said Horace. I'm go
ing 10 find out what the trouble is and
see if | cannot bring back her merry
laugh, and he sprang down lightly
from the porch.
To tell the truth, Amy was worried
and was sure no little girl ever had
such dreadSil thing happen to her.
She was acquiring very bad habit of
not telling the exact truth about little
things. She had never been guilty of
a deliberate falsehood, but it is so easy
to slip into sly ways.
One evening after tea, she was rum
aging in the china closet, which was
forbidden. when she knocked down
and broke a cut glass berry dish, which
she knew her mother particularly
priced. She ran to her usual refuge.
the barn, to think it over, and formed
very wicked resolution.
III tell mamma Betty broke il, :"
she thought, land she won't know any
difference, for she sent her away last
week. Yes, I'll jast lay it to Betty"
"Who Woo? called a loud, hoarse
voice from the loft.
Amy was paralyzed with fright
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from above.
The last fierce question loosed the
letters of fear that bound her limbs,
upsetting wee Jamie on the way, and
leaving him screaming. She thought
il over as she sat alone.
80 dear! o dear! Who could have
read my thoughts? i"
Hello, Miss Doldrums! In the
dumps again? Come on, supper's
most ready and Horace took her
hand to lead her away
Il don't want any supper, and hate
that old barn. she said, holding back
Why" asked Horace, amazed.
Because there's a ghost there, y she
whispered solemnly.
Horace began to laugh, but glance
at Amy's pale face checked him.
How do you know" he inquired.
Then Amy told him all about the
mysterious voice.
Are ghosts always hoarse, do you
think, Horace?' she asked
Come on and Wei see." he an
swered, laughing
"Do you see anything behind me,
Horace?' asked the nervous little girl,
softly, as they walked toward the barn.
Nothing but the shadow of little
coward, he answered, gayly.
Amy watched him as he ran up the
ladder to the loft, sure she should
never dare follow him; but merry
laugh treasured her. and she climbed
! bravely up, her sun bonnet falling
down her back in the excitement Hor-
ace sat on the hay laughing and point
ing to a large staring owl.
There your ghost, Amy he cried;
"that's the way ghost stories always
turn out. -
Il know owls can see when it's pitch
dark, but how could he look through
me and see that naughty story in my
! hearth asked Amy, doubtfully.
He couldn (, said Horace. Owls
always boot that way; but, little cou-
sin. there is an All-Seeing- Eye that wit
nesses every act of hidden wrong-do-
ing, and small still voice that
speaks louder, even, than this solemn
bird. y
Mays Hot Rolls.
Fannie r. Newberry.
Hot rolls Here's your hot rolls,
| lassies" cried Sandy Robertson at
the school yard gate, his sunny Scotch
face a CHEEKY sight that winter morn
ing.
The "lassies" Of the grammar
school knew him well and crowded
about him to invest a penny each IN
the crisp, fresh bits of bread which
tasted so good with their mellow APP
pies at recess. All except May Davis,
who merrily invested nickel and re-
ceived her five rolls in paper bag.
DO look at herr! laughed Anna
Tull. Five great rolls! You can
never eat them in the world"
mo. but somebody else can. feel
generous this morning May laughed
back.
What queer girl you are, said
Sophie Gray. linking arms lovingly.
I'D like to know just what you're go
ing to do with those rolls, MAY"
Would you' Very well-We'll eat
two of 'em to begin with, and then
come, and III show you where one is
going. at least
On the steps. some rods away, stood
two girls watching them: one, warmly
clothed and happy-looking-in a care
less way: the other, wan and poor in
face and dress-most wistfully.
Come on, girls something good"
laughed May, now swinging her bag
toward them. Have one. Lou, Jen-
nyP" and she held out roll To each.
Jenny, the poorly clad, looked
pleased. but hesitated shyly. till, see
ing Lou take it as a matter of course.
she, too, accepted hers and began eat
ing it with a relish.
I'm glad you gave Jenny one"
said Sophia, as they passed on. 'for
she never has lunch; but why did
you give Lou one? She's rich enough
to buy Sandy out. if she likes
Yes, Sophia. but if / had singled
Jenny out, it would have looked US il
| thought she was poor and hungry,
and she would have felt hurt; but by
giving to Lou also, it seemed just
common act of comradeship, don't
you see?"
"Oh. Nav. how rood Won arei, said