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

one nad a pair OF small, SHINING DlacK
eyes, which opened as wide as ever they
could in wonder at the other pair OF
big blue ones in the carriage. Little
Flutterbudget was for making acquaint-
ance directly. She laughed, and crowed,
and held out her little arms; but the
brown baby looked gravely back, not
understanding such demon STATIONS at
all.
Suppose you swap babies" said the
friend.
mo, no, my psppoose best, and the
Indian mother Rugged the pappoose
board and all, closer to her, as il she was
afraid they really meant to carry off her
treasure.
"How old is she?"
eleven moons"
"Why, that's just as old as Birdiel
"Whst is her name?"
"Winogene."
"Wmogene. That's a pretty name.
What does it mean?" for Indian names
always nave some meaning. The Indian
woman understood English much better
than she could speak it, SO she looked
around for something to help her. A
knife was lying on the ground; she took
it up and held it in the sunshine, giving
it quivering motion, SO that the dazzling
rays glanced off in every direction. They
caught something of the idea, and after
few more words, went home, and left the
baby to its swinging.
Arriving at home, BRIDES mother flew
upstairs to the library, where was an old
Indian dictionary, and, opening it, she
found "Winogene- quivering ray OF
light" All that day see kept saying
over to herself, "Winogene- quivering
ray Of light" and at last she exclaimed
aloud,
THAT is just what my baby is-a quiv-
ering ray of light and her name shall
be Winogene. And Winogens it was.
There were some wry faces when this
decision became known. Some of the
aunties and friends thought it was an
outrage to hang such a barbarous
name upon an innocent little baby that
couldn't help itself at all. II she must
have a foreign name, better call her
Gretchen or Hedwig, or even Bridget,
than to go to the wild Indians for one.
Meanwhile, she thrivsd under it beau
tifully. She grew out OF her babyhood
into healthy, happy, romping child, and
her name was prophetic OF her sunny
spirit. She was, indeed, ray of light
all through the house. Every room
seemed brighter when she was in it, and
she trsiled the sunshine after her wher-
ever she went. It was the delight Of her
parents and friends to make her happy
Everything that love and wealth could
procure for their darling she had. And
it did not spoil her. She was growing
up in all good and lovely ways-an af-
lection ate, obedient and happy child.
And how Jared it with the other Vino
gene? Her home was a little, filthy
smoky hut. Her clothes were poor and
scanty enough, and che often went to
sleep at night very hungry; but when the
pleasant summer days came she forgot
all about that, and was as happy as a
bird. Then she lived out OF doors. She
could climb tree as nimbly as squir-
rel. She knew just where the first flowers
would blossom and the first berries
ripen. She knew the name of every tree
and shrub, Of every bird and animal in
the forest. Her father made her a bow
and arrow, and taught her how to shoot
with them; and her mother taught her to
hoe corn and embroider moccssins and
leggins. And the little dark Wnogene
was happy child, too, but in very diff
ferent way.
One day as the white-faced Winny was
trundling her hoop in the yard, she saw
company of Indian woman and children
coming down the street. They were
walking solemnly, one behind the other
at just such a distance apart and look
ing right ahead. Their stiff, straight
hair was flying loosely in their necks.
They wore blankets over their heads in
stead of bonnets. and moccasins upon
their feet instead of shoes; and strapped
upon their backs, the women each mad a
huge pile. of baskets, and occasionally
from some basket there peeped out a lit.
tie, sober, brown face, belonging to a
baby whose mother found this the most
convenient way OF carrying it. This
strange looking cavalcade was by no
means an unfamiliar sight to the child;
still when a woman and a little girl left the
procession, and can 9 through her fathers
gate, she stopped her play and ran in
for she always liked to hear them talk.
They had some very pretty open-work
baskets to sell, made of splints, and
stained with all sorts of bright colors.
"Winogene," said her mother, shall 1
buy you basket?"
"The dusky woman and the child both
started at the name. and looked at the
little girl in surprise.
"Her name Winogene?" inquired the
Indian woman, pointing to Wmny.
Eyes"
"Her name Winogene, too" pointing
to her own little girl. The two mothers
looked at each other a moment. Each
recognized the other; and remembered
the meeting under the maple tree six