The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1889-12-18

this duty OF ner mind, turned her attpntion
across he aisle, whore n fat woman sat with
cage containing parrot in her lap.
"Howdy dol howdy dol" yelled the bird,
cnging to his perch with one claw and roll
ing his beady eyes at his admirer
Isn't he lovely" cried Kittykins
An impatient exclamation caused her TO
look ut her neghbor. She saw he was as
she a'terward described often and tearfully.
II great, big brown man, with beard and
spectacles, and ever SO cross"
The parrot shrieked gaylv, the fat woman
beamed on the child, and kttykins clapped
DER hands with delight; but suddenly her Joy
ended in shrek OF despair.
What's the natter" asked the driver
rattling back the door. Everybody in the
cor was talking at once.
He stole my par'sol," cried Kittykins,
making helpless effort TO get off the car,
but checked by solemn man near the door
Him, him, him." continued kittykins, in
shrill anger.
& That man with the beard took the chld's
parasol when he left the car, said the fat
woman. IL seen it in his hand when he turn
ed the corner"
'"l see he'd something blue in his hand, 4"
volunteered the solemn man.
at was blue" sobbed Kittykins con-
fding that Mamie said she'd lose it. that it
cost three dollars, was trimmed with lace
wasn't mussed a mite, aud she would never
get another"
Its n shame, muttered the driver "In
keep an eye out for him. he finished, rafting
the door back.
They re all poor, Woodworking folks in
the car, I'd they symPathized with the child
even the parrot dropped in his cage.
Mebbe Sany Claus will get you another
one, said the fat woman when she helped
the child of the car, for they left at the same
corner.
I'm raid he amt able" said Kittykns.
sadly. Mamie said il was hard times last
Christmas, an only got handkerchufs and
candy. I'm sorry your bird made me forget
but it wasn't his fault at all; he couldn help
being cunning. Good-by."
stretch Of shining pavements brought
tears to the big brown eyes Here was the
place she would have carried the blue para
sol, and how other little girls would have
feasted their eyes upon it, and Mr.. tlake's
clerks, who thought her child, and treated
her so, would have respected her when she
came alone with such a grown-up air and
sunshade.
little girI went by atshat moment, hold
ing gay red sunshade over her head with
proud aud naughty air
"She thinks | didn't have one" said Kitty
kin@, n sob yelling up in her throat And
mine was blue, an ever much prettier."
The Clerk. when he tied her bundle noticed
her tears and asked her what was the mat
ter, but the trouble was too recent 10 be ex-
planned. She only mumbled. Lostsomefn','
and he, being n kindly young man. put
picture card in her hand when he helred her
on the ear.
YEARLY the little feet climbed the long
flights OF stairs and forlorn detected child
opened the door-a dragged, tear-wet Kit
tykins.
Here's your paints, Mamie" brokenly:
and the hat with "feders" was flung on the
bed and the picture card, much crumpled
from the hot little hand. after it, eve bin
an lost my par'sol, an I'll just shut myself
up for punishment in the closet"
"You desr little heart. You shall have an
other" cried Mamie, opening the door after
q few moments.
She knelt down and took her little sister in