Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1889-03-22
Aunt Kitty's Story.
By JErr1E FoRBusH HANAFoRD.

By JEFFIE FoRBUSH HANAFORD.
ooh! mamma, do wish Aunt Kitty
would hurry up; it takes her 80 long
to brush her hair. She went up stairs
most an hour ago. She promised to
;ell me fairy story, and / am so tired
waiting"
Il am afraid my little daughter isn't
gerry patient" said mamma. Here
comes Aunt Kitty nov, and am sure
She has not been away ten minutes.
A merry smile dimpled Flossie's lit
tie mouth, chasing away the shadows,
and filling the eager blue eyes with
sunshine. ooh! Aunt Kitty, dear
Aunt Kitty, I am so glad you have
come"
Little Flossie Lambert had been
quite i'll for the past few weeks, but
was now out OF danger, and would
soon be quite we'll again. It was very
hard for Flossie to stay in the house.
She longed to be out OF doors and try
the new sled Santa Claus had given
her, but, next to playing SNOWFALL with
brother Ned, she enjoyed Aunt Kitty's
boundless supply of fairy stories.
Mama gave Flossie kiss and
smoothed back her tumbled curls, then
left the room to attend to getting the
dinner ready, while Aunt Kitty seated
herself in low rocking-chair and took
little seven-year-old Flossie on her lap.
Now, Auntie, begin right away, this
minute" said Flossie, with happy lit
tie sigh of content, as she nestled down
in Aunt Kitty's arms. Aunt Kitty
smiled at the little girls eagerness, and
began her story, which she called
SILVER SPEAR, THE DISCONTINUED
FAIRY.
Silver Spear was the widest little
fellow in all fairy-land. He was such
a little mite, not more than four inches
tall and so brimful of his pranks and
fun that he couldn't behave himself.
He was very willful little fairy and
bound to have his own way in every
thing, and for this reason he was al
most always in trouble.
He lived with his father and mother
and seven sisters in the most beautiful
palace imaginable. 1t would dazzle
the eyes of anyone but fairy to take
even as much as glimpse into Silver
Spears home. The walls were COW
cred with thousands of little golden
lamps, hung with long diamond pend
ants that swayed back and forth with
soft, tinkling sound like sweetest
music, and sparkled and glittered and
reflected such wonderful lights and
colors.
There were no windows, so the sun
beams never entered Silver Spears
home, and as he was never quite salts
fed with anything he grew more dis
satisfied every day, and his wiliful lit
tie heart was filed with great long
ing to go out into the world and play
in the sunshine, and see what there
was to be seen.
He had never been allowed out in
the daytime, for the fairies always
visit the earth in the evening, make
merry in the bright moon-beams, and
safely reach their home before day.
break
One night, however, they had re-
NAMED longer than they thought, and
the first rays of the mornings sun
tipped their trembling little wings
with it's golden light just as they were
disappearing into beautiful white
flower that grew in long row of bios
SONS and carefully concealed the en-
trance to their palace home. They
were all dreadfully frightened, all ex-
cepting little Silver Spear who was
much excited and longed to get out in
the world and see more of the pretty
sunshine.
When they attended the next dance
in the moonlight little Silver Spear had
fully determined what he should do,
and, terrible to relate, he did it. He
hid himself securely in the center of a
pretty swinging blue-bell, and when
the party broke up Silver Spear was
nowhere to be found.
They searched through the soft, fine
grass and among the little blue and
white star flowers that grew in it, never
once thinking to look into the depths
OF the swinging blue bell, SO, of course,
they searched in vain, for thew could
not find him.
The moon had entirely disappeared
and they dared not remain longer. so
they started slowly home, followed by
Silver Spear s seven weeping sisters, for,
even though he tormented and teased
them, he was their only brother and
they loved him.
Silver Spear lay quite still fora long
time after he found himself alone. The
swaylng motion of the blue-bell was
very soothing, and he felt dreadfully
tired. He had almost made up his
mind totake little nap, when he heard
terrible rumbling noise directly over
his head. It grew louder and louder,
and poor little Silver Spear fairly shook
with fright and terror.
Oh, how he wished he had minded
his parents, and how he longed to be
in his own bright, beautiful home!
Presently a big drop of rain fell
right into the blue-bell, and Silver
Spear was wet to the skin. One BIG
drop followed another until Silver
, Spear was nearly drowned. Then a