The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1886-05-14

Sometimes come! Hurry up!
Sometimes comet
sometime! What do you mean?
Where r you, any ways and who's
speaking to me? ] don't see any one"
and Rose Murray rubbed her eyes.
shrugged her shoulders. and pinched
her hand a little, just TO find out il 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, a close neighbor to after
awhile and going-to-do it. Pretty-soon.
tomorrow, Notwithstanding can
all be found together. And you don't
know where sometime is? Well. /
never heard any girl Of your age talk
nor about it. But come along; you'll
soon find out where it is"
Come along. Where? How can 1
60 anywhere with only q voice?''
How did YOU 60 to Paris last week.
and to that strange party the other
night, where the girls all wore their
school dresses. and the boys forgot to
stand by themselves on one side Of the
room?"
Those places! / didn't 90 to either
OF those. was only dreaming then.
But am not asleep now-am II" and
hose squeezed her left-hand little lin
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 me?"
Never mind, just come" replied
the voice; and added. as Rose moved
slowly in the direction from which it
came: Nov you're in Sometime, and
! hope you'll enjoy yourself. Ill come
back for you n Of these days-one of
these days." and the voice died away
as il repeated these words in . mali
cious tone.
what a queer dream I've had"
thought Rose; 'this il my own room,
and it's almost dinncr-time by the
clock Ia better 60 and make the
dessert 1 told mother l would after
awhile"
mo. no! Me first, Me first!'' called
out voices all around hcr-some close
by her. some far away, some loud,
some so faint that she could Just catch
the words-but so many. The room
was full Of them, and each one be-
longed to something. The loudest of
all came from the algebra at her feet,
which had fallen from her lap as she
looked over the last 81. Nicholas, say
ing: I'll do that old problem in a
couple Of minutes"
The problem spoke now: s.You
cant get away, you must do me first"
Every WELL answered Rose: you're
a great bother to me, but Ill soon set
tie you;' and she took a pencil from
the table in preparation for hard work.
mo. no! Give me back to my own
er. You said you would in an hour or
50. when you borrowed me this morn
ing
II want to be sewed up" demand
ed . great rent in her dress You
promised to do me sometime, and it's
sometime now
Put me in order, them came
from the work-basket
= Find me first" cried out the
thimble from-where?
Poor Rose looked around despair
1t was her own room, truly. |
but il was 50 full Of voices, SO crowded
with things that ought to be done. |
and so many more were pushing in
the doors and windows,
What should she doP Books wanted |
be returned to their owners, the |
newspaper must be read to her grand
mother, pictures must be hung
straight, the table drawer must be nut
In order. even the dust on the furni-
turc insisted that it should be taken Oh
Immediately.
Where should she beginP Be done
hey must; and she went to work in
good earnest, trying to quiet some Of
the voices nearest her. But what was
The useP for every thing done, a dozen
others crowded around her. Promises
The had made long 2 kept calling to
ler; and, worst Of all, little, still
in her heart reminded her OF
ler broken promise TO amusc the baby
while her mother took a nap before
Inner, Of the visit she had meant 10
q sick friend, OF the little quar-
'el she had been going to make right
With her cousin, Of the bundle Of
warm clothes she had promised TO give
Brown, the washer-woman's
on, early in the winter.
Rose had been called a little pro
long before she knew what
big word meant; and only last
week one of her best friends had writ
ca to her, and begun the letter: my
lear Going-to-do-iti" Hut o what
sas TO be done? something must. She
could do all those things. II
ccmed as II every thing she had meant
0 do and didn't do, every thing she
lad promised to do and had forgotten
9 do, since the time she was five years
Id. was here now, pushing against
and crying to her with tormenting
oiccs: Its sometime now. hose. d
it's sometime"
What did she doP Well. what any
'ther fiftcen-year-old girl would have