Sturgis advertiser. (Sturgis, Dakota [S.D.]) 1887-1???, 1889-04-27
THE CHILDREN.
Stern Facts And Funny Fan
cies for the amusement
Of Little Readers.
4 PT0US DOG IN 4 CHURCH.
The Story Of q June Box-Whg the Sight
of Little Sugar Heart Brought
Tears to Aunt Polly's Eyes.
The Story Of a Jane Boa.

The Story Of Jane Boa.
II tell you what, May Winslow, let's
hang Aunt Polly a June box!v cried
Jennie Collins, as they sat making May
baskets.
well, let's do it, answered May, as
she shipped away at the paper feathers.
3She is SO old and homely and lone
some"
aAnd nobody to love her, either" in
terrupted Jennie. Let's go and ask
! mamma to show us. She knows lovely
way" Then they rushed to find Mrs.
Winslow.
Better give her new dress, or tea,
or sugar, said that lady.
aBut this wouldn't hold it, said Jen-
ME, as she held the dainty box upon
one finger
aOf course not. laughed Mrs. Wins
low. You ought to have large
wooden one. I'll get that oil ready for
you, and John can carry it to the door. !"
Nov, May Winslow," said Jennie,
aits very nice to give her something
useful; but don't you s'pose sh'd like
taffy and maple-sugar hearts, when she
hasn't any one to love her?"
@Of course" answered May, soberly
@and well hang her this one just the
same"
aThe first night Of June they followed
John in silence, as he splashed through
the mud with i,ox upon his shoulder.
In that box were calico and tea and
.offee and sugar enough to last the old
lady year.
In the dainty paper box Jennie had
were taffy and a delicious MAPLE heart
tied with blue ribbon.
Aunt Polly Harris was the village
washerwoman, old and ugly and
wrinkled; and she lived alone in lit
tie house.
There, that's all rightw whispered
John, as he set the box gently down and
went away. Jennie laid the paper box
on top of the wooden one.
Lets look in the window first" she
whispered. "Yes, there she is, reading
her big Bible How old and mean ev-
erything looks Let's rap, and then
watch. She can't run"
Back they stole, hand in hand, to
give knock at the rickety door. Then,
before Aunt Polly could open it they
were peeping through the window
again.
"There, she's got it, and shut the
door" whispered May.
"And she's put on her glasses, and is
taking the things out of our basket.
Oh, May Winslow, sure's you're alive,
she's crying over that sugar heart
VIVA. shall we dog"
@Oh, dear! what shall we do?" and
the tears blurred Jennie's bright eyes.
Come! cried May, Selling her hand,
@Tll tell her we're sorry" Two timid
little hands opened the rickety door,
two shrinking little figures crept to
Aunt Polly, and two sorrowful faces
were uplifted to hers.
please, marin, we didn't mean to
make you cry" sobbed Jennie.
"You little dears! was it your cried
Aunt Polly, as she wiped away their
tears and covered their faces with kisses.
Then she took another sugar heart from
the bureau drawer, and told them why
she cried; how, many years ago, she,
too, had little girl to love her, and how
she used to hang her June boxes just as
they had done; how the fever came and
she died; and then she showed them q
crumpled, faded box, the last one that
she had ever hung, and the sugar heart
had been in it. And you thought
enough of the old woman to hang her q
June box?" she said, as she unpacked
the box. BLESS your little hearts!"
SIN SO glad we did it," said May, as
they went homeward through the dark
ness.
@Of all the June boxes I ever see
hung, that was the queerest," said John
as he trudged along behind them. Il
never see folks go into the house afore;
and I'll bet I've caught the rheumatics
awaiting"