Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1889-04-20

what shame 1t is, II isl Might be she
never heard of IL, for there be heap Of
innocint ignorance in America waitin'
TO be putt in the shtove an burnt up like
. pack o peat, so it is Fait, an tink
the most beautiful t'ings is Irish. so an
Idol"
"But really, Maggie" and little Elsie's
blue eyes were wide with wonderment,
really and truly, does the sun dance
with the moon on Easter morning.
"What would be tellin' ye for II IL
wasn't so at alp They do in Ireland;
just as sure as the blissid sun comes up
drippin' out av the say, LAWN ould Eng
land in the dark. bad luck to her! The
moon runs hoppity skip across the sky
an joins hand with tho sun, an they
dance a rale Irish jig together"
''That must be dreadfully funny" said
Elsie Gravely; then, last doubt linger-
ing in her puzzled thoughts. "Did you
ever see them, Maggies'
"See thin, il II? Oh, oh! run away,
now. TO yer mamma an shtop axing me
bothersome questions. Don't tell ye it's
so2 What more do ye want, dunno?'
Elsie put her little finger in her mouth
and walked slowly and with distracted
gaze into the sitting room where her
mother sat sewing and her father was
reading the evening paper. She sat
down upon low stool under the mantol
and studied the brown and yellow fig
ures OF the carpet. In the soft light Of
the big lamp on the center table the
brown seemed darker than il did by day
light. and the yellow was almost white.
Elsie wondered vaguely whether the yell
low moon would be white during the
dance with the sun, for she remembered
that whenever it appeared by day it was
wofully pale; and would the sun turn
his dazzling face aside for just one min
ute SO that she could have n good look mt
him? and would the moon have feet? and
would the suns legs go right down from
the great, hot circle Of flame. or would
there be body like papa's? or would
both, and this seemed more likely would
both just tilt from side TO side and laugh
in each others face before they resumed
their regular duties?
eight-years-old, and in happy reflection
she forgot all about the odd figures in
the new carpet. The bronze clock above
her head began to buzz with immense
importance and then uttered n single
tiny ring and went on ticking hurriedly,
rs II in haste to reach the next hour
mark. when its buzzing should prelude
q more significant announcement. All
well regulated clocks are subject to this
vanity; they puff out the checks of their
faces. rattle away as if all their precious
insides were falling to pieces; the pendu-
lum Is silent, and then the commotion
ends with a few silvery strokes, more
or less, after which the timepiece re-
covers its modest self possession and
goes on about its useful business
Half past 8" said Mrs Durant, CLAN
cling up at the clock. Time little girls
were in bed"
Mamma" exclaimed Elsie, taking q
tuck In her dress with her fingers and
looking hard at her feet "maynt l sit
up all night, just this oncey"
"Mercy on us!" cried Mrs. Durant, lay
ing her sewing down In her lap what
does the child meany'
Papa Durant looked inquiringly over
the top of his paper.
II want TO see the sun and tho moon
dance together" replied Elsie, "and
can't wake up early enough if go to
bed"