Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1889-02-08

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After while she began to guess at the
contents of the basket. and wonder if it
held anything very nice.
Perhaps there was one of the glass
jars from the preserve-cioset shelf, full
of app,e-marmalade or currant-iam, or
maybe an apple-turnover, such as her
grandmother baked for her on little
round plate, when she was a very good
girl. She could see Just how crisp and
1iakv the crust looked. And there
might be slice of plum cake between
the slices CT sweet white bread. Alto
gether, the basket proved great temp
cation to her, and she wondered what
was in it till she could resist no longer.
Il will take just one look in the
basket" she said; nobody can see me
here. I'll lift up the lid just little
bit, anyway.
She raised the lid and looked under
the snowy napkin. There was sliced
ounce, bread and butter, cold meat,
and eight little cup cakes.
Il wonder why grandma put in so
many" she thought; there is one for
grandpa and each Of the mon, and one
for me. / might as we'll have the extra
one now. OF course they vii! never
know how mary grandma gave me, and
she won't know [ had two"
SO kittie took the cake from its place
in the basket, but somehow she did not
enjoy it as much as she expected.
The walk from the grove to the field
was short, and kittie soon reached the
end of it. She gave the basket to her
grandfather, who opened it and said:
Here is little cake for you think
grandma must have put it in as re-
ward for bringing our lunch this warm
morning.
Kittie smiled rather family as she re-
ceived the cake, and thought it did not
taste as good as the first one. She
fingered little while after lunch was
over, and then walked soberly home.
All the long afternoon she was busy
helping her grandmother make black
berry jam. And, as she walked from
the kitchen to the dining-room, carrying
the jars to the closet, she often listened
for the mysterious voice, and was sur
prised not to hear it.
When the jars We're arranged in neat
rows on the shelf, grandma handed one
Of the smaller ones to Kittie, saying:
"You have helped me very much to-
day, and you may keep this for your
own"
Kittie hesitated little before taking
the jar, knowing very we'll she ought
not to deceive her grandmother, but
afraid to tell her the true story. She
placed the jar on another shelf, shut the
closet door, and followed her grand
mother out of the room, going slowly up
the broad stairs to her own little cham
Der.
Sitting there by the window, she
watched the sun slip down behind the
trees. The twilight shadows darkened
the room, but she did not go down. By
and by, grandmas voice came up the
stairs, calling her to tea. It was very
little girl who answered the
call.
After tea, grandpa went out to finish
some work that must be done that night,
and grandma and Kittie were alone in
the sitting-room, grandma knitting a
long gray sock and Kittie reading to
her.
Suddenly, shrill and clear, came the
strange voice:
"Katie did, she did"
Kittie dropped her book. 20 grand
ma" she cried, "who is that? Who is
calling me?"
THAT is katydid," grandma said;
and, drawing kittie to her side, she ex-
planned the mystery.
Kittie listened, and when her grand
mother had finished, she told the whole
story Of her naughty acts.
Grandma looked grave, then said very
gently:
"The eyes of the Lord are in every
place, beholding the evil and the good"
Kittie never forgot the lesson of the
@katydid, and for long time it was
called by her friends Kittie's Conscience.
Recorder.
A TOAD rs A WEATHER PROPHET.
A curious weather prophet is being
shown in a Broadway store window. It
is tree toad confined in glass tube.
There is little ladder for it to climb
up and down on, and so susceptible is
the little prisoner to the changes that it
ascends to the top of the tube when the
air grows moist in advance of rain and
descends when clear weather is near at
had. It also becomes noisv before a