The Arizona sentinel., 1888-04-28
MY LITTLE KITTY.
Its Tragic Fat, and All Because of My
 Own Fault.


 Own Fault.
 It is such an ugly. bad. dreadful, sad story that 1 don't like very well to tell it. Ugly and bad because l was such a bad girl. and sad and dreadful because of my poor little kitty. But. perhaps, if tell it some other little girl will see how much bet ter it is not to do what you are told not to. And if you can't just once in while help doing it. not to try 10 hide it, but go and tell right away. Or if you can't do that, why. tell as soon as you can.'
 She was the cunningest little thin 2 you ever saw-my kitty. Soft and silky and white all over, so l called her Snowball at first. But every time Bridget called her to get some milk, she used to say: "Snobble. Snobble'' e''-and I didn't like it; so we all got to calling her just kitty. And it was enough name for her; for every time I called kitty, kitty, kitty. she'd come running, with her little feet go- iI,g batter. batter, batter on the floor till she found mo.
 might have had her yet if it hadn' | been for Aunt E rily's coming. I don't mean that it was Aunt Emily's fault, for it was all mine; but it began with that. Aunt E nily hal beauti- ful little chain she used to wear round her neck, and there was little locket hung on it. the lrettiest little round blue thing! It was just like one that Nettie Hammond's grandpa gave her on her birthday, only prettier. Aunt Emily used to let me look at it when l climbed up in her lap It had some of her mothers hair in it. but one day she said she believed she'd have to give it to me when I was little big ger, and she would put her picture in il thea. And she tried it on my neck, and it just exactly fitted.
 I wondered how much bigger I'd have to get, but of course it wouldn' t be polite for me to ask her, but didn't. But every time l went into her room, and Iknew it was in little box in her bureau drawer. 1 usel to look in the glass 10 see if I wasn' t growing very fast used 10 go to bed very early. because every body says that makes little girls grow. One night went right after supper-and I don like to go to bed early. either but the next morning didn't seem to have grown any more than did other mornings.
 used to wish I could find a good fairy who would touch me with her wand. and make me big girl all at once. But knew the fairies were all gone, though l don't see why there shouldn't be fairies to day, for Pm sure we want them as much as Gin derella and Jack and-the- beanstalk did, I told papa l wished we had fairies to make things grow and he said:
 Fairies, my little daughter? Why. we have fairies all about us-beautitul ones. They come along. every one with sunshine wand. and beam on the little flowers and the grass and every thing else out of doors. Then they hurry away and bring the rain drops-thousands of them-and throw them down. And then they bring a million little fairies to fan them."
 Papa laughed. so I knew he just meant sunshine and things, and l said I:
 But, papa. meant fairies to make little girls grow.
 Well. the very same things make little girls grow,' he said.
 sat out in the sunshine a great great while, and then l went and looked in the glass. But I wasn't q bit bigger. And when it rained went out into the garden all alone. and stayed till was wet etthrough. had a dreadful cold after it. And I didn't look any bigger. and nobody said: How that child growsr'
 Nettie Hammond invited me to Q party, and I wanted the chain and locket worse than ever. I kept hoping and hoping all the time that Aunt Emily would say I was big enough before the party; but she didn't. Ant when I was all dressed to go. l went up 10 her room, just to see if she wouldn't think so Aunt Emily wasn't there. and when I looked out of the window, saw her going out of the gate to go down town. l thought I'd just peep and see If the locket was iu it's box. and it was Then l thought