The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-07-28
THE TWO WIN0GENES.

Away up in the northern part of Mich
igan, in little village, there lived baby
her parents only one, and therefore
the dearest, sweetest, cunpingest little
creature in all the world. Never before
had there been such a baby as this. She
was the queen as we'll as the pet and
plsything, OF the house. Her wants were
anticipated, her wishes obeyed, and she
had everything that the heart of baby
could desire. Her little frocks were
tucked and embroidered to the very last
extreme. She had beautiful crib to
sleep in, baby jumper to jump in, sill
yer cup to drink from, and playthings in
Vulnerable to amuse herself with. But
there was one thing that she didn't have
which money was not able to buy, and
that was name. To be sure there were
q dozen pet names she was called by, such
as Precious and Birdie and Brightly, and
Flutterbudget, and Susquehanna and
Troublehouse, but she had no "real truly
NAME" as her cousin Charlie used to
say, and which he thought was altogeth-
or too bad; and so, in the generosity of
his heart, he bestowed upon her the one
belonging to his black, curly-taiied dog,
Whisk. Little tire s-years-old cousin Nell
was bent upon calling her Jimmy, but
her sister Kate, older and wiser by year
though still innocent of grammar, ex-
claimed CONTEMPORARY:
"Why don't you know, Nell, Jimmy is
boys name, and he's girl?"
The uncles, aunts, and friends gener-
ally, all brought their favorite names
feet. One would have her called Bea-
trice, another Zoraida, another Ethelind,
and so on; so that if they could all have
had their will, the little creature would
have been fairly smothered under 60
many. But her father and mother had
some objection to them all. Not sim
gle one could be found quite dainty
enough for the little lady, SO that the
probabilities were very strong that one
would have to be manufactured express
ly for her, or else that she would live all
her life and go down to her grave name
less. Meanwhile she smiled on, and if
she could only have the usual amount of
kisses and tossings and rides to Banbury
Gross, cared not straw whether she
over had name or not.
One day her mother and friend took
her out for a ride in her little carriage.
AS they were going through the beauti-
full winding paths of the forest, they sud
denly came upon the half-dozsn tents of
an Indian encampment. These Indians
who are scattered all through the northern
part of the State in settlements of their
own, often came down to the village and
pitch their tents for few days and sell
baskets, and berries, and maple sugar,
and such things. The encampment was
deserted just now, except by one woman,
who sat under maple-tree, embroider-
ing pair of mocassins with gay colored
beads, and at the same time keeping
guard over the empty tents.
"Bushoo" said the ladies going up to
her.
"BushooP' she replied. This was sim
ply the polite way of saying: "How do
. you do?' in the Pottswatomie language.
When she saw the baby in her carriage
she smiled, and pointed up toward the
tree above her head. Her visitors looked
up, too, and what do you think they saw?
They saw board, very prettily carved,
and with something fastened to the upper
side, hanging from one of the branches
and swinging about in the wind.
"OhP they cried, "ihere's a baby! Do
take it down and let us see it." The
Indian woman understood and laughed,
and took it down, and there, sure enough,
was little brown baby, bound firmly to
the board all except its arms, and with its
feet resting upon kind of little shelf.
1t had been having a fine time up in the
tree, with the wind to rock its cradle,
and the birds to sing its lullaby, and
the leaves to dance and tiutter for its
amusement. The squirrels came and
peeped at it with grave eyes, and wou
dered what manner of creature it was,
and chartered together about what bust
ness it had to come into their busy home,
and thenwent away to their work of gath
ering nuts And the baby swung, listen