Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1890-07-01

have a good time, but she wants hus-
band and offspring, so, if you like, I'll
say a few words, wave my hand and
change you. You shall be the wealthy
spinater. she the overworked married
| woman.
"I-don't like" faltered Mrs. Culver
full feel"-
"Oh, you want to get up and cook
breakfast, | suppose" said the fairy.
"We1l, tastes differ. shouldn't"
"Oh, | don't, either" sighed Mrs.
Quiverfull. "Only"--
"You would like change" said the
fairy.
EYES," said Mrs. Quiverfull.
Suddenly there was a ringing Of bells
in her ears-no, not quite like bells,
either; rather the murmur of swarm of
bees. She was rising, floating, flying.
She opened her eyes upon room full of
pale, rosy light. The perfume from
bunch of jack roses came to her. The
quilt that covered her was of softest silk;
the sleeves of her nightgown was of rich
lace. She recognized the lovely lounging
chair in which Miss Stickleback lolled
half the day. The fairy had kept her
promise She had become the free,
happy, rich Miss Stickleback.
Shortly q maid entered the room and
whispered that the bath was ready if
miss was.
What delightful bath what delight
full towels! what delicious breakfast
afterward? The post brought invitations
to lunches, to afternoon teas, to theatre
parties What happy hfel And here
was the new novel, and time to read it
in. But as she flirted the pages little
voice called, "Good-by, papa" and peep
ing out of her window she saw little
man with red whiskers come out of the
gate of tiny cottage, followed by five
little boys. He kissed them all round
and jumped each one over the fence.
Then there was pretty woman in blue
calico wrapper with baby in her arms,
and she fixed his cravat for him, and he
kissed them both. Then he stopped on
the corner and waved his hand before he
took the car.
ooh, it's Jimi' cried the false Miss
Stickleback. "Oh, it's Jiml It's my
husband Oh, oh, OH There are my
children! That's my baby! That's me!
No, mean it isn't me. I'm somebody
else. Oh, oh, dearl Oh, dear mel Oh!'
care you i'll, miss? Can | do anything?"
simpered the maid, popping in at this
juncture.
"You can go away" said the trans
formed Mrs. Quiverfull, snappishly.
The maid vanished.
"What shall do?' moaned Mrs Quiv-
erfull. Instead of a plump brunette she
beheld u slender blonde in morning
robe.
"Jim never would believe it was me If
swore itr' she exclaimed, wringing hsr
hands. "And she would not give him
up, | know. Oh, let her alone for thatl
Oh, miserable wretch that l amp
Miserable already?' cried voice THAT
she knew, and there ON her dressing table
stood the little old fairy. Haven't you
money? Haven't you fine clothes, a
maid, plenty of friends-all that heart
can wish? Aren't you Miss Stickleback,
as you wished to be2"
: "Did | wish it," moaned poor Mrs
Quiyerfull. "Oh, what an idiot was,
when | had lovely baby, and darling
~ my jim. Now I'm all alone in the
world. Change me back"
The old fairy shook her head, and Mrs.
Quiverfull in despair threw herself wild
ly upon the bed.
GIVE me back my husbandl Give
me back my children! Give me back my
baby she screamed.
Here it is" said somebody.
Had II nightmare, wifelet? Well,
neverl Thought some one had stolen
baby? | only took it down stairs so that
you might sleep bit I've made the fire
and the coffee Feel BETTER"
ooh, I'm Mt home, sighed Mrs. Quiv-
erfull, clutching the infant. Eve got
you safe-l've got them all What a
happy woman am! Come and kiss me,
jim. Really, have got your"
I've been thinking, Amelia, that per-
haps l wasn't much of IA husband" said
Quiverfull, relieving his feelings at last.
THAT you We're little tired of me and
of getting along on such a small salary,
and all. It's not very lively life
'Oh, JIM" said Amelia don't say
that. | was cross yesterday, but /
wouldn't be anybody else but me for
anything. Nobody else has such nice
husband and children, and as for ba-
by
"She is wonderl" said Mr.. Culver
full. "She is like your
And from that day to this Mrs Quiv-
erfull has never envied Miss Sticllleback,
and, though, to be sure, all that about
the fairy was stupid dream, has never
uttered any rash wishes aloud.-Mary
KYLE Dallas in Eirpsi1e CoInDanion