Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1884-1886, 1885-08-09
MICKEY'S NEW SISTER.


and lifting his head by the ears emphasized
each word by pounding Doolan's bead in the
grass Doolan struggled hard, but finding
escape impossible, acknowledge the
superiority of Mary. He Tecanted, how
ever. when he reached the other side oil
Stumpy Field, and iniicatsd from afar his
contempt for the Who'll, family. Mary wa
Mickey's new sister Mrs O'Brien, who il
always on hand at arrivals and departures,
declared that the baby weighed twelve
pounds; that she looked like her father,
'barrin' the .art on the thumb hand side OF
his nose and that her feet resombled red
Injun's tomahawk Economic considera-
tons outweighed tho . Of sentiment in Mr..
Firms reception Of the infant But As the
child grew older, and sat on his knee as Ls
smoked his pipe in the evening. the uncon-
scious clasp Of that chubby little hand
around his big foretingsr thrilled him with
an energy that laughed the grinning specter
Of poverty TO scorn.
I'm afther havin' q drame, and I'm
afeeri it names harrum to my Mary" said
Mrs Finn 10 Mrs OBrien. Q few months
afterwarl, as she looked down at the sleep
ing child on her bosom.
Its not mes.lf as behaves in drAmes, "
said Mr.. OBrien But what was it likef'
"Ye know. had biz wash Yesterday an
whin whit Z bel was tired out Afts- :
fell asleep seen e long hill. so high coul Int
zee tn top Of it At the bottom Of tas
bill stud a gurl-msbbe she'd be II year,
oii-an' she was purity young thing.
laughin' an merry like. an she had t
climb up the hill. Arrah, but she trip g |
along like a fairy wild her bare fee. an
her hair foatin' out behint Ter. Tn grass
was soft, an she started up TIL hill like as il
she was goin' to picnic. an was in a hurry
t git thars. Well, whin she was quite q
ways up tn hill-well. say as far as from
here Z tn lime-kill-th' road b gan e git
rougher. Thar was stones in it, en- they
cut her bare feet Thin tn sun KEN out
hot as a furnace; but thars was no shade
TIE dust TO e, an tn way was very weary
Mrs Finn claSped the child to her bosom
and kissed it. while her lip tremblsi. The
baby awoks and smiled. Mr.. O'Brien said
Fax, Biddy. will We go on vii YOU
story
"Yis, l WILL but it makes me feel bad The
girl wasn't running up tn hill now. She
wa. too tired. She was droopin lik, lily
that is waitin' fur TIL rain Thin she had Z
climb over tres which was blowe1 down
by tn wind. Tn rough bark hurt her
delicate skin. but she Ike 'goin' on up, never
stoppin' { rest. But shs was tired. very
tired. Half way up tn hill there was a
picket fence. wild Crane grass inside Of it.
and fountains bubblin', an birds sinyin' an
fruitl Mrs. O'Brien, We never sane tn likes
O. tn apples was in that garden. An big
rod Strawberries hidin' in tn grass Tn
swnte smells from the flowers an music!
wirra, dear. but ye niver herd tn likes Of
IL e.. a
light. an me only dreamin' about it The
quaro thing about tn garden was tn big
gate. 1t stud wide open. an all the people
were goin' in-mostly young wimmen-onct
in a while yed see wan comm out, white
and scared like, wild sorrowful eyes. Whin
wan o. them that was comm out seen the
young girl that was climbin' tn hill lookin'
thro' tn fence wild parchin' lips at tn straw
berries, she says, grabbin' her by the arrum:
They'll ask ye Z be goin in tn big gate
me darlint: but you say No. fur they'll
take yer soul away
"Well, she got past the gate all right" re-
sumed Mrs Finn Are We istenin' t me.
Mr.. O'Brien'' The latter was tickling the
baby, while she hid her laughing face in her
mothers dress
Go on, Biddy; hearivery wori We say"
"A little further up tn hill tn limbs of a
tree was hangin' over the gaarien wall On
one o tn limbs hangin' near tn ground was
a p'ach. wild bushes on its cheeks Tn way
was so long an dreary. It's sot in the gaar-
den 1t Is. says the poor girl. where there's
no harm in it Rachiu' up, she picked tn
p'ach an ate II. Twas the swatest fruit she
liver tasted, only at the end it left a bitter
taste in her mouth Thin she felt dizzy like
an it began t rain, an she fell down in TIL
road. An l woke up all tremblin viii fear
I'm afeerd tn drame names harrum to
tn child. Yell mind TIL time Roger
Doolan diei there kem three raps ut tn
dure What dye think about itr
Mrs O'Brien refsctsi for a moment.
Then she answered:
I'm thinkin' its cucunibers We wer, atm
fur yer supper last night. Bidiy. Don't
botherin' yer head wild yer foolish drames'
In ,pite OF Mrs. O'Brien's advice, Mrs
Finn was oppressed with a foreshsdowing of
coming evil. As il TO confirm her fear. the
next day the child sickened Even the stick
Of canly resembling a freshly painted bar
ber-pole which Mickey bought. failei to
tempt her appetite.
I'm thinkin' it's malary sh, has said
Mr.. UBrisn "Shurs livery one has it An
yell give her a spo ,nful Of liver invigers tor
and put bit onions on her feet. AMI she'll be
livelier nor a cricket There's bidiy Nc
Qu,in knows it. an Squire Walsey knows it,
an Ivery wan knows it
But tho all powerful incidence failed to
have the desired effect. though. at Mrs
OBrien's sugye ,ticn, it was made "wake,
like tay"
Through the long night watches Mrs
Finn carried the child. and watched the
light fade gu. OF its eyes But one morning
it seemed better. A shadowy smile lighted
up the wan face like the rays OF lantern in
a dark place. The gloom about the shsnty
lifted little, and Mickey ran TO tell Mrs.
O'Brien that tn. baby WAS getting better.
That night Mrs. Finn carried the child in
her arm, as usual Her Grooming lullaby
lulled the infant to rest The dreamles,
sleep into which the child dropped resen-
bled slumber so perfectly tat Mrs. Finn
laid her in the cradle and gently rocket IT
Mrs O'Brien came in with an article
Of clothing which she had taken OUT
Of her top bureau drawer. AMI upon
which were certain damp spots, the pre-
sencs Of which she thus accounted for to
Mrs Finn:
We know. Biddy. carried it on me
arrum comm over. an tn dew Is very
heavy
Pm afreei we'll have { cut it up III back
t make it fit my MARY said Mrs Finn.
gently rocking the cradle which -ee:nei
unnecessary, as the child lay very still
Mrs ORrieu's hand cleachei an involuu-
tary protest under the table Us the ruthless
scissors cut the little garment Then Mrs
O'Brien steppsl owe. to the cradle 10 look at
the baby Tbs head Of the cradle stool half
I -.
face she saw the child would never wear toe
garment Mrs Firms foot gently stirrsi
the cradle
I'll ps, a pieee in sh' tack in the nOrniu'.
% it'll o. my Mary. Thank you Mr..
oBrien Col will Be good 70 you- l know
Hs will
The wells Of Mrs. o'Brien's emotion began
to overflow She had intecied 20 tel XrS
Flint the uselessness Of rocking the cradle.
but her heart failed Ter. Whispering
mutflei good night she openei tbs door
softly and s;sppei out While staining in
the yard with folded hanis and hooking up
into the clouis. she beard the lullaby again
minsiing with the scent OF cherry blossoms
AMI swes.brar. From over the hill cams
vagrant strain from a serensdins psrty hks
Q plAintive msserrere:
Sleep my little one.
S,eep. my pretty one,
Sleep
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