Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1888-06-08


children any more," she told Jennie
Davis, who admired and agreed.
Tomorrow came, bringing with it
NANNY kisses and good wishes for Miss
Nine-year- from big sister Maggie
down to brother Jack.
"What time does the party Begin"
asked papa at the breakfast-table.
Give O'clock" said mamma.
"Whom have you invited, Pinkie?'
"Mamma, please don't ask till you
see them come in. You know you
promised. And 1 haven't 'vited em
yet;" and she hurried off to escape
from that provoking Jack, who marched
slowly after her, singing, ooh! Pink
and blue, I'm coming too?" which
Pinkie said was not poetry, because
blue and too don't end with the same
letter e. !"
Three o'clock came, and no Pinkie.
Half-past three! Four! Half-past
four! Mamma looked grave, and Cor
nelia put on her hat and went round
to the Davis to see if the child hadn't
forgotten the time talking over the
party with Jennie. Back she came in
great excitement
"She hasn't been there at all, mother;
Jennie says she hasn't invited her nor
any of the girls. Where do you sup
pose she is?"
Mamma is very anxious, and sister
Maggie, who had just come in with q
bundle that looked like books, was Of
fering to go out and make more
thorough search, when the door-bell
rang. A piercing shrek was heard
from Katy as she opened the door, and
then Pinkie's voice rang out, loud and
clear:
"Come in! Come right in the par
lor! Its just azactly 5o'clock. Iguess
the party's most ready. Come right
straight in!" And in they came,
Pinkie at their head, serenely triumph.
ant. Maggie echoed Katy's shrek.
The parlor was full of them. Not g
pair of shoes among them, though
some of them had made an attempt al
clean faces Irish and German, black
and white, two little Italians who had
been singing in the street; all the chill
dren from Dodd's alley add Greer
court. Their clothes in tatters, thei,
poor little faces wan and thin. There
were two little lame boys, and, clingine
close to Pinkie's hand, q pale, half
frightened blind child.
Goodness !" screamed JAMIE. "Whose
are they? Where did they come
from?"
"'Most everywhere!" said Pinkie
"They don't b'long to hardly any one
'cept God. And I've brought 'em tt
my party!"
Mamma laid her hand on Maggie'f
; lips, and frowned silence at Cornell.
and John. "Why didn't you ask me
dear?" she said gently.
"You said just who I choosed," sale
Pinkie somewhat aggrieved. "And tn.
Lord Jesus told me to, out of the Bible
Yes, he did. Cornelia! And, mamma
I've been all round and round, and ism
the party ready?" .....
"She's too good to live," said Katy
"Yis, darlint, it's ready just as soon q
I lock up the silver spoons.
By this time mamma and the other
had recovered their presence of mind
: and Pinkie's guests were made mos
welcome. The very dirtiest had thei
faces and hands washed, and they wer,
all marched into the dining-room, an,
sat down to one of mammals unrivale.
teas. After tea John showed then
: some pictures, Pinkie told some Bihl
stories, and Maggie won all thei
3 hearts by playing on the piano AM
4 singing.
Mammals full eyes brimmed owe
: when little Ellen, the blind child, afte
[ listening to "The Master Has Com
4 Over Jordon, whispered eagerly, II
it far, lady? Could get there? Mayb
, He'd make me so glad could seer
Anu oA9CA OIL, VACy uAAu Ocu6t0
Q bit worse than other children!" sal,
. Jennie, when they had all gone away
: well-fed, very warm and happy, an.
Pinkie was deep buried in Maggie
8 gift, dear, delightful old Grimm.
Here's the spoons, mum; and no
e one missing, praised be Providence!
r said Katy.
r "Ill never speak to you again, neve
/ one word, so longs I live, Pinkie May,
9 said Jennie Davis, the next morning
, TO think you'd go and have a party
and never ask your own confdentiou
friend, and fill your house chock Vi
t with beggar children?"
r "tThey weren't beggers, either" sal,
r Pinkie, the valiant; they've neve
begged OF me. True's you live, ha,
0 to coax some of 'em real hard to come
e COAX street children!" sneere
y Jennie.
4 "'Thev:ro Gods cbi11ron onvbo,