The Arizona sentinel., 1888-07-07
REFERRING ONE ANOTHER.

Her Loving Words Accomplished.
 '-I choose the hammock.
 No, want it."
 But I ln the oldest. so m going to have it."
 'Tm the youngest. and you ought to give up to me"
 Well. I'm not going to this time. any how," and Mabel seated herself in the hammock with determined air and commenced to swing back and forth.
 I'm going to tell mamma" said | Bessie. ill q fearful voice. turning to- ward the house; but as she did so she raised her eyes to her mothers win dow where the blinds were closed and the curtains drawn. Then she re- membered that in that darkenel room lay mamma with one of her dreadful sick and she knew that at such time she must not be disturbed in any way, for it always made her worse. Bessie couldn't see why mothers always had sick-headaches. Her mamma had them so often and Cora Llne's mamma did. too. It seemed very inconvenient and uncom- fOrtable to her, particularly now when she had 8 grievance 10 tell. If she had known of the heavy throbs of pain that beat in the OOr aching head. as the angry words were borne in through the closed blinds. she might have felt conscience-s mitten, but she did not know. and she only paused and commenced boring her heel into the smooth turf of the lawn while dark frown disfgure1 her usually bright little face.
 She wished that she was bigger than Mabel, then she would show her what it meant to have an older sister who never gave up 10 her-that's what she would do. Bessie forgot then how often and how kindly Mabel yielded to her; it is so easy 10 forget kindness in the face of an injury.
 Mabel lay in the hammock swinging gently to and fro. apparently per fectly contented, so Bessie knew there was no chance for her; and she saw her little white kitten walking about in the garden, springing now and then to catch some unwary fly or grass hopper. She cast one resentful glance at Mabel, then running toward the kitten she took it in her arms and commenced to pour her troubles into kitty's patient ears.
 MohoI 1iI not faoI oc a0nfanfaH oc she looked. for she was really very unselfish little girl, and gave Bessie the preference far more than was for her younger sisters good. But some thing was wrong that day; mamma had head dache, her door was closed and her curtains drawn, and there was no one to set things right. It was not really desire to thwart each other that had caused the conflict between the two little girls. but it was that feeling of ruffled spirits that is known to us all, which grown-up people call nervousness in themselves, but in the little ones is too often designated as ill-temper.
 Mabel. too. looked up at her mothers window. Poor mammal How she did suffer when she had headachei She thought of time when she slipped into her mothers room and saw the pale face lying on the white pillow. She wished then that she could do something to ease the pain, and she wished it now with all her heart; but she was such little girl. and knew nothing about sickness. As she looked down into the garden. and saw Bes- sic wandering about with the kitten in her arms, she wondered what she was thinking about Was she angry with her for not giving her the hammock? She almost wished she had given it up. for she really did not care for it very much. But why should she always give up every thing to BessieP She had some rights. even if she was the elder? Bessie neve CT thought of giv- ing up to her. And then like flash it all came to her mind; how could she have forgotten!
 For when they were both sick with scarlet fever. and Cora Lane. Bessie dearest friend, sent her a beautiful red rose, she would not keep it by her bedside-only one little minute-but made mamma carry it to Mabel and insisted that she should keep it until it withered; and Bessie loved flowers so much, particularly red roses. She could never do any thing for Bessie. she was sure. that would be so sweet and self-sacriticing as that, and she felt very sorry now that she had not let her have the hammock. What was a hammock on a lovely summer day. when there were so many nice things all about her. compared with beauti- ful, fragrant rose when she lay burn- ing with fever in a darkened room?
 Bessie" she called, as she saw her sister moving aimlessly about with the little white kitten still held fast in her arms. Bessie turned at the sound of her voice. How small she looked among the tall dahlias and hollyhocks. and how forlorn!
 Come here. please" called Mabel. in a winning voice.
 Bessie shook her head rather resent fully, but kitty was purring soothing ly in her ear. and, after moments