The Arizona sentinel., 1888-12-29
FOR OUR YOUNG FOLKS.
HOW BESSIE WAS GENEROUS.
Her Self-DeniaI and Willingness to Share
 With Her Dear Baby Brother.


 With Her Dear Baby Brother.
 Bessie was dear little girl of five years, with blue eyes and yellow hair, that looked as if the sunbeams had mistaken it for their home and decided to stay in it. She had playthings and pets without number, but the dearest and most wonderful of all was baby brother three months old. Bessie was very proud of him, but one thing troubled her-he had no hair. She could not understand it, and she was almost ashamed to have the little girls in the neighborhoOd come to see him, especially after one of them said: My brothers only two weeks old, and he's got lots of hair"
 Bessie's mamma had talked to her a great deal about being generous, and had told her that she ought to be will- ing to share what she had with others, and to go without things herself some times, that others might have them. One day, when nurse was busy in the kitchen, mamma was called down stairs to see a lady. Baby was fast asleep in his cradle, and Bessie was sitting on the floor cutting out pictures and pasting them in an old blank book.
 As mamma went out of the door she said: 'If baby stirs, just touch the cradle, dear Nurse will be up in a moment" Baby did stir, and Bessie jumped up and swung the cradle to and fro, as she had seen nurse do so many times. As she did so she caught sight of the little bald head. "Oh, dear!" thought Bessie, eff he only had some hair he'd be the cunningest baby in the world. Then the thought came to her: Why couldn't she give him some of hers? She took one of her curls in her hand and looked at it. Yes, she would give baby half of her hair. Il must do it right away before mamma or nurse come back. How pleased they they will ber' So the little girl took the scissors from the floor where she had left them, climbed up in a chair before the bureau, and commenced her work. Snip, snip, snip, went the scissors, and three shining curls fell to the foor ''He shall have them all" said generous little Bessie; and soon all the curls but one, which was directly behind, and which Bessie could not reach, lay on the floor. Then she jumped down, gathered the hair in her hands, and tiptoed across the room to the cradle. There was the mucilage bottle on the floor, and, quick as thought, Bessie seized the brush and covered tho-4ittf0 frUeeti " tuiI 1-4e;l-5- Ur course it felt very cold to poor baby, and he awoke with cry; but Bessie rocked him, and he soon fell asleep again. Then she took up the curls,a and stuck them one by one on the baby's head. To be sure they did not look very much as if they had grown there; but that did not trouble Bessie. Just then she heard the front door close and mammals step on the stairs. She ran quickly into the closet and shut the door-all but a little crack out of which she could peep. Nam ma came into the room, hum luluS SOlGly bO oOli, OOO ou0- denly she stopped and gave little scream as she caught sight of baby's head. Bessie could wait no longer, but burst out of the closet and jumped up and down before mamma, saying: '1 did it, mamma! 1 wanted to be gen. 'rousr' She could not understand why mamma sat down on the floor and laughed until she cried, nor why papa did very nearly the same thing when he came home to dinner and was shown first the baby's head and then Bessic's. After all the aunties and cousins had been in to see the baby's wonderful growth of hair, mamma told Bessie she thought they would give baby a chance to have some hair of his own; and she washed the little head with hot water, putting the curls very carefully into a box, which she keeps in her bureau drawer to this day,-Sarah $. BiSscH, i1a GhTiStidn Union.