The Arizona sentinel., 1888-08-04
STORY OF A KITE.

It Gives Account of It's Adventure, and
 Tells How It Came to Be Where It Was.
 The parlor of the Appletree Cottage had been entirely refurnished. In the center of the floor lay large square rug of green and gold. All around it ran a bright border of red mating. A wicker rocking-chair, bedecked with crimson ribbons, looked out of the bay window. Two low, gray-cushioned chairs were placed on each side of an odd little center-table, which was made of cherry-woOd, and it had three queer, crooked legs. On the mantel was pretty clock that told the hours and half-hours in a silvery voice. At its right was a snow-white vase holding a bunch of pansies. At its left was a sister vase, holding bunch of violets. On the wall above it hung Japanese fan. A lady with long, narrow eyes, who was on this fan, was having her hair dressed by her maid in the teapot style, which is very fashion able in Japan. A picture of a cunning little kitten peeping out of a shoe hung on one side of the fan, and picture of a cOmfortable-lOOking old cat, half asleep in a basket, hung on the other; and just opposite all three, over the lounge, hung a common paper kite, framed in a golden frame. Its long tail was wound round it, forming sort of inside frame. The family had hn door closed on them the viOlets called across the clock to the pansies: Do stop making faces at us! What have we ever done to you that you should make faces at us?"
 Nothing" replied the pansies. "We're only doing it for fun. It's pity you don't like it. All our friends, the gardeners, do. And what's more, the funnier faces we make the better they are pleased"
 'Well, there's no accounting for tastes," said the violets. ''We don't make faces ourselves. In fact, we never even look at any one, but hide away under our green leaves as long as we can."
 "Oho! say you SOP" exclaimed the pansies, winking at the Japanese lady and her maid. ''How is it, then, that you are so easily found? Simply be- cause you never fail to carry that ex- qnisite perfume about you, the secret | of which you alone know. People | have only to follow their noses to find you, my dears."
 "There, there," interrupted the clock, ''stop disputing. You are both | two lovely flowers and well you know it."
 And what I'd like to know" said 1 the Japanese lady, ''is why a common kite should be framed in golden l frame, and hung in this beautiful par lor?"
 "Td like to know that, too," purred | the sleepy cat.
 Have you any objection to tell us kite?" joined the odd little table, tilt ing lightly backward and forward on its queer, crooked legs.
 Not the slightest" answered the kite, mot the slightest; but it's rath- CT long story. Are you sure you won't be tired before I am done?n
 'Oh, surer' came the reply in a chorus.
 1.-The first thing I remember is being in the window of small store in great city. A little boy dressed in a velvet jacket and velvet knickerbockers came into the store"
 "I beg your pardon" interrupted the Japanese lady, "but what may knick-er-bock-e be?"
 "Knee-b e-breeches that IS, short trousers" explained the kite.
 ''Oh, thank yOu," said the Japanese lady. Pray go on."
 And the kite went on. "This little boy bought me for few cents, and took me home with him. He lived in one of tall row of fine houses on a magnificent street. I peeped into the parlor as he carried me past, and H was mag-nif-i-cent, too"
 "More beautiful than this?" suddenly asked the cunning little kitten who was peeping out of a shoe.
 Well, not more beautiful accord ing to my way of thinking, " said the kite, ''but grander by far. The little boy never stopped until he reached the play-room. There he found his sister, a little older than himself, and his brother, little younger. They were all very pretty children"