The Magnolia gazette. [volume] (Magnolia, Miss.) 1872-current, 1886-05-21
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SOm6times In
nSometime's come! Hurry up!
Sometimes come!'
ssSometime! What do you mean?
Where are you, any waye and who's
speaking to meP l don't see any one,"
and Rose Murray rubbed her eyes,
shrugged her shoulders, and pinched
her hand a little, just to find out if she
were awake, or if she were dreaming.
She wasn't dreaming, that she knew;
for the same voice, with no apparent
owner, kept on talking. And such
queer things it said in that unpleasant
way!
Sometime! That's next door to in
a-minute, close neighbor to after |
awhile and going-to-do it. Pretty-soon,
tomorrow, e-of-these-days-they can
all be found together. And you don't
know where sometime isP Wen,
never heard any girl of your age talk
more about it. But come along; you'll
soon find out where it is"
"Come along! WhereP How can !
| go anywhere with only voiceP'
How did you go to Paris last week,
and to that strange party the other
| ulRub, WuCIO bhO Slio flh WoAS oiAoAt
school dresses, and the boys forgot to
stand by themselves. on one side OF the
roomP"
"Those places! I didn't go to either
of those. 4 was only dreaming then.
But am not asleep now-am Ip' and
Rose squeezed her left-hand little fin
ger very hard, and rubbed the heel OF
her foot carefully on the sensitive side
of her right foot. mo, I'm not asleep.
Where are you going to take meP"
sNever mind, just come" replied
the voice; and added, as Rose moved
slowly in the direction from which it
came: 'Now you're in Sometime, and
: hope you'll enjoy yourself. I'll come
back for you.one of these days-one OF
these days," and the voice died away
. as it repeated these words in mali.
cious tone.
..What a queer dream I've had, =
, thought Rose; ''this is my own room
A and it's almost dinner-time by tho
clock. I'd better go and make the
dessert told mother would aftel
awhile"
!, mo, no! Me first! Me first!' callet
out voices all around her-some clos
!, by her, some far away, some loud
some so faint that she could just cate!
;, the words-but so many! The roor
was full of them, and each one be
g longed to something. The loudest c
d all came from the algebra at her feet
g which had fallen from her lap as sh
q looked over the last st. Nicholas, say
q ing: "Ill do that old problem in
'r couple of minutes"
e. The problem spoke now: "Yo
can't get away, you must do me first.
s. "Very well, answered Rose; 'tyou'l
l. q great bother to me, but I'll soon Sc
l tie you;" and she took pencil fro
IL the table in preparation for hard wor
~ sNo, no! Give me back to my owl
er er. You said you would in an hour (
~ SO, when you borrowed me this NOR
~ u ing" :,
ed a great rent in her dress. "Yt
te promised to do me sometime, and il
sometime now."
to .sPut me in order, then," car
a from the work basket.
ee "Find me first" cried out t
I thimble from-wherep
us Poor Rose looked around despa
le, ingly. 1t was her own room, tru
nls but it was so full of voices, so crowd
"a with things that ought to be dol
us and so many more were pushing
ne through the doors and window
ou What should she dop Books want
to be returned to their owners,
'u' newspaper must be read to her graz
s ni mother, pictures must be hu
OH straight, the table drawer must be !
'ta in order, even the dust on the fur
!h- m ture insisted that it should be taken
IN Immediately.
10 Where should she beginp Be dt
liu they must; and she went to work
'he ,; good earnest, trying to quiet some
I'm I'M the voices nearest her. But what Y
s,i1 = the useP for every thing done, do
: others crowded around her. Prom
;. she had made long ago kept calling
@' her; and, worst of all, little,
the voices in her heart reminded her
nnd f, her broken promise to amuse the b
p. while her mother took a nap bel
NOT dinner, of the visit she had meant
90 4 make sick friend, OF the little q
,yys rel she had been going to make n
MD with her cousin, of the bundle
dis warm clothes she had promised to
ont Tommy Brown, the washer-wom
ono son, early in the winter.
han Rose had been called little
crastinator long before she knew Y
and the big word meant; and only
W week one of her best friends had '
y I ten to her, and begun the letter:
If a dear Going-to-do-it!'' But now '
was to be donep something must.
never could do all those things.
seemed as if every thing she had m
to do and didn't do, every thing
p" had promised to do and had forge
to do, since the time she was five .
and old, was here now, pushing ag
her, and crying to her with tormel
this voices; 'It's sometime now, nos
IN Rose! it's sometime.
What did she dot We'll. wha