The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1890-10-30

race into the spare-room with all her
might, tug wildly at the heavy drawer.
and come out with very red face, but
an exceedingly triumphant manner,
holding the precious parasol alsft, while
she called loudly to Louisa to Hurry,
we'll be late!"
And louisa would never 60 under
the cool shade that the green silk and
long fringe afforded, even on tho most
sultry, baking days, although kindly
and persistently invited with the most
patronizing air.
The sun might pour down his scorch.
ing rays 50 that even the birds crept
gladly under the nearest leaves, the
other little cambria sack and small
straw bonnet with the knot OF daisies
on top would march sturdily BY the side
Of unhappy magnifcence. protesting
with flushed cheeks that she wasn't
warm . bit!
And when 1t came Louisa's turn, the
neighbors would see Matilda stalking
OF as far as possible from her happy
sister. as II there were not such thing
in all the world as parasol!
you feel SO smart said Matilda one
day, peering under the long fringe into
Louisa's chubby face, AN you always
have 1t the very incest days, you dol"
1t really seemed true that the sun
NEST hottest days Of all that warm
summertime did indeed fall to Louisa's
lot, when she could sail of, cool and
proud, an object Of envy to all.
She tossed her little round head up
among the spokes Of the parasol, and
said, with most moral air: "You
shouldn't envy folks; teacher said twas
wicked"
u ain'ta envyin'!" declared Matilda,
stalking sturdily on. Il only wish !
had It'll"
well. you can't said Louisa, cling
ing to the long handle with confidence,
"'cause it's mine, You see, an we've got
an awful long ways to 90 yet before we
get to Sunday-school. too, 'Tildy!"
Matilda preserved grim silence. but
some thing dark was just at that mo-
ment passing through her mind. Why
not hurry and get dressed first the Sun
day it came Louisa's turn to carry the
parasol, rush into the spare-room, capt
ure the prize and run smartly of with
it before the little fat sister knew .
thing about it!
.'She's had it all the best days" she
reasoned to herself, walking on. AN SO
it's fair-yes, 'tis''
The idea grew 50 delightful. the
more she came to think Of it, that she
forgot all about the next Sunday, whom
she should have it all to herself Is .
thing that fairly belonged to her.
And all the days between, over and
over. at school and at home. Matilda
kept planning and planning, until the
time came. when-in the little white
cambria sack and the small straw hat
with the knot of daisies on top-she
stood before the big bureau drawer.
Hastily she drew out the precious
green parasol with the long fringe. and
rushing out Of the house. she fairly
flew up tho street, not breathing safely,
till she turned the corner.
Then she didn't dare raise 1t, till she
was quite sure that Louisa was not
scuttling just after. And SO she didn't
begin to get the least enjoyment out
of it, until she was nearly at the Sun.
day-school room.
And every stepof the way each breeze
that blew the sweeping fringe seemed
to say: 'Oh, you mean little thing you!
Oh, you me-an little thing you!"-un-
til she was ready to dash it into the
middle Of the streets. and sit down on
the curbstone to cry in sheer vexatiOn.
But she was presently obliged to
sneak into her class, where she usually
brought smiling face-and tucked her
self into the smallest corner.
where is Louisa?' asked Miss Root
'.Sha's-she's a-comin'," stammered
Matilda, with very hot cheeks
us she sick?" pursued the teacher,
anxiously.
'No'm." said Matilda. that isl
d'no," she finished desperately.
The scholars laughed outright at that
But Miss Root looked grave, and took
up her book to begin the lesson.
And just then, in walked Louisa, with
her grandest air, and most contented
expression beaming from every line Of
her fat face. And wonder Of wonders!
In her hand she held in the most con-
spicuous position. bright blue parasol,
with dear little bow on top. and .
shining white handle.
Matilda rubbed her eyes, and stared
with all her might?
You got the great one, didn't your
said Louisa, after getting into her seat
with dignity, and glancing At her sis
ter's side. 'Oh we'll. it's yours now.
mothers given 1t to you-'cause Aunt
Emily sent me this, last evenin'. only
we couldn't find you to tell you. Amt
mine sweet?'
Sareet? Well. Matilda never b ad one
minutes comfort in what was hers now
after that Why hadn't SIZE Daited?-
Margaret Sidney. in Youths Compan-
ION