The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-07-24

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Two OIL three days later the boys
came to have a .sjolly bean-bag fight
as they called it. A great cry wentup
from the gymnasium.
aHellol What in the world is the
matter with our bean bag?"
sI-washed EN- said Bette, look
ing very penitent as the damp, moldy,
solid things were brought out.
Mamma laughed very heartily, but
not a boy laughed until she had prom
ised to make a dozen new ones.
What are those coarse-looking leaves
growing among the clematis-vinesT'
asked mamma, about a month later.
sI'll sec, said papa. .'Bean-leayes''
he said, going nearer. .tBut how could
they have got herep I'll root them
out"
He hunted about at the foot of the
trellis, behind n thick sweet-brier bush.
This seems to be the root of the
matter he said, bringing out a square
muddy mass from which the bean-vines
were growing.
'.It's my bean-bag!' cried Bette.
Daisy's Present.
| Christian Uunton.
Daisy isa little girl who lives in
Providence, II. l., and l suppose some
OF the children who read this story will
laugh, and say: ..Oh! How funny.
We knew all about this in the time of
1t. 1t was little Daisy Vineron, you
known
Long before Christmas Daisy had
been saying, very wisely: II 'spect to
have a sled, Trismas, and wax doll.''
And she called one day on her sister
Lou, who was just married, and told
her she .'spected the doll would have
d pink dress, and she coniided to her
brother Tom, Louis husband, that she
"'spected the sled to be a green one.n
So, of course, it happened that, amor
the many gifts on the Vineron Christ
mas-tree, Daisy found the expected
sled and doh. She was delighted, and
danced about like a fairy; but as she
loaded her sled with her presents, she
said with alittle sigh of regret: .sHere's
my doll and oranges and candy and
popcorn balls and A b c book, but |
'spected somefing else"
1t was in vain they all coaxed. Daisy
kept her W counselin her own curly
head. She often said, however. ut is
stwange, because it is somefing L need
so much"
On New Years Day another deluge
OF presents came to surprise the dainty
pet. There was a white kitten, with
q blue ribbon round its neck; a pair of
white mittens, with swan'sdown around
the top; a satin hood trimmed with
swan's-down and, best of all, Daisy
thought, one for the wax doll just
like it.
They are beautiful said Daisy,
"and l flank you, but they wasn't
what | 'spected. / ,spected somefing
else-somefing that need pe1y much"
Daisy had heard her say: 81
do hope the children, in buying gifts
for me, will remember my needs this
year, for l need certain articles very
much" Daisy wa coaxed again BY
brother Tom and by all the other
brothers and sisters in vain. She would
shake her sunny head and purse up her
cherry lips and say: cts stwange that
yoa cant see for yourselves what r
need"
The weeks rolled by until the spring
days came, when the sled and mittens
and hood were laid away for another
winter.
.1)aisy's birthday comes this week.
said Lou, one pleasant May Sunday
afternoon, when all the family were
gathered for lunch before returning to
church and Sunday-school.
SIS itp" cried Daisy, in excitement.
Don't they give fings to good girls on
their ~birfdaysa"
"Certainly, said Tom. .What
would you like to have, lit e one?"
They all suppressed their smiles,
thinking the wee darling's secret was
out now. but she shook her head grave
ly, rs usual.
There is one fling l need,' she said;
''and cause I'm afraid you haven't
thought yet what it is I will write youa
letter about it, and that won't be just
quite the same AS ii / told it, eos
mamma said she didn't fink it twas very
nice to tell what you wanted"
Getting n sheet of paper and n pencil
Daisy sat down by mammals desk, and
scrubbed away until the little zigzag
lines covered m whole page. This
She handed to Tom, saving very po-
litely. as her did sometimes,
when she had Il family letter interest
ing to all: Read it aloud, please Tom,
dear. So the laughing young man
read:
dear Tom. l wish you would bring
me a little black-and-tan dog named
Pedro
.Isn't such a word in it!'' cried Dali
sy, SO Tom passed the letter to her
papa, who read:
II would like a pair earrings like
Kitty Lees"
no" said Daisy, II s'posed you
could read writing, papa
The paper was passed around the
room, each ono of the large family
reading it differently, but OF the fans,
parasols, chairs, lockets. bracelets,
dolls, white mice, and rabbits. Daisy
each time said: NO When the
paper got round to Tom again Daisy
took it from his hand with an express
ion of supreme disgust and looked it
over.
sit is Just as fine lovely writing as
ever was,' she said. But l never
shall tell if you can't read it your
selves. when | have written tea-set.
%ted-set, TEA-sET. as plain as day all
over it, and away she ran upstairs i
q huff.
She had no idea that her long
treasured secret was out, and said,
petulantly, as a shout of laughter fol-
lowed her flying steps: Il don't fink its
nice a bit to always laugh when 1 get
vexed.'
When, on her birthday morning, she
found a dolls chair and tea-set in the
bay window of the breakfast room,
she said: II should like to know who
it was that fought and 'membered
what l needed and 'spected ever since
a dreatwhile before Trismus Day"
s'Tm drcadfully afraid the cholera