Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1889-07-12

peared, with his paint brushes, and IN
less than two hours the floor was
dressed In a coat of pretty drab and
looked fresh and neab
They had such funny time at din
ner on q little round table In the
kitchen. Lulu cIapped her hands and
laughed and wondered how papa would
like to eat his dinner at their little
table instead Of in the great restaurant
down in the city.
After dinner mamma and the little
daughter went out to call on Aunt
Jennie. They had a nice time In the
horse cars. Lulu saw a wee bit Of q
dog with a blanket made of blue silk
and a white fur border, and string OF
bells-little tiny bells-arOund its neck.
Aunt Jennie gave them some cool
lemonade and cake with currants in it.
When they came away she gave Lulu
box and told her not to open it till
she got home, as there was something
that would not keep after it was
opened. What do you think there was
in 1t ? Well, papa took his little girl
on his knee and began to unite the
string and take off the cover, while
Lulu peeped in and sure enough the
box was full of Aunt Jennie's splendid
cookies, good large ones, with sugar on
top.
When bedtime came papa carried his
little girl "pig-back7 into the bedroom,
| because he was tall and could step on
bits of wood Sampson had laid down
! without stepping on the paint.
After she had said her prayers and
| laid down to sleep, she drew a long
breath. Is my little darling tired ?"
/ said papa.
Eyes, I don't want to get up to break
/ fast tomorrow, I'm so tired and /
! ache so.
I'm afraid, - said papa, as he went
! back to his wife, who was finishing
white apron for her little daughters
! birthday, and took up the book he was
reading aloud, chat our little girl is
! not well"
"I guess she is only tired, and will
| be all light in the morning" said
mamma in her usual cheerful way.
/ Papa went on with his reading, and
mamma with her sewing, thinking that
tired Lulu was fast asleep. But they
were mistaken. She was tossing in
pain and trouble about the warm bed
At last she got up and came into the
sitting-rOom, and, looking into the par
Tor where her papa and mamma were,
said:
ooh, dear, I've stepped on the raw
paint I didn't mean to, but I'm so
tired and thirsty. Can't I have some
of Aunt Jennie's lemonade ?"
Both papa and mamma were troubled
to see their pet so red and sick They
did not notice then that when they took
her up and laid her on the bed. she took
the paint off on to her feet, but in the
morning they found her footprint in
the paint on the floor, toes and all, and
let me tell you, my children, that foot
print is still there, just as it was that
day. 1 viii tell you how it has been
preserved by-and-by.
All night long Lulu, poor sick child,
tossed and mOaned. The doctor was
sent for, and looked sober when he
felt her pulse and saw how wild she
looked.
She talked about the little dog with
the Embroidered blanket, and cried for
fear the horses would run over the
pretty dog Then she struggled to
keep the same dog from eating up heI
cookies.
All the next day and the next she
grew worse and worse, and one bright
beautiful morning the sun looked in al
the bedroom window, and saw poor
| papa anu 14dLl4IIt weeping over bu6u
dead child!
They were sad and lonely, and il
took them long time to get used t.
living without their dead child: but
they had given back the treasure thai
God had lent them, and they thought
Of their little darling as safe in heaven
That was eighteen years ago, and al
this time that little footprint has beer
kept safe from harm When it wa,
time to put the carpet down they
bought a piece of sheet wadding anC
put it over the spot where the dear foo
had stood the last time.
Every year when the carpet is take1
up papa has taken time from his bust
5 ness to help put it down and see tina
the cotton is put over the place. Yer
often the parents spoke of the word
4 their little daughter said that morning
[ at the breakfast table: Il shouldn't d,
z anything worse than leave the shap,
: of my little feet on the floor and yO1
1 love my little feet, don't you, papa ant
mamma ?"
They did love her little feet, bu
+ they could not keep them So the,
have kept safe the mark the dear littI
foot made as she stood there in he
night-dress begging for water.