Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1890-01-09

grandmamma's and when she came
home after tea she was very tired and
sleepy.
Mamma asked her what she had been
doing all day.
"I've been making cake" said Lucy.
"Sponge cake; it was so good!'
Indeed" said mamma. And how
did you make it, Lucy"
"Why, l brought the eggs to grand
mamma said Lucy, land then she
broke them, and then she stirred them
round and round and round, and then l
brought the sugar, and had a spoonful
on my bread and butter, and she put the
rest into the bowl; and then she put in
the flour and the lemon, and | had a
squeeze of the lemon in my mug to make
lemonade. Then grandmamma stirred
it all together for long time, and was
tired and played with the kittens"
"Who did you say was making this
cake, Lucy?" interrupted Aunt Ellen.
II was making it," said Lucy. Didn't
tell you, auntie? But | couldn't be
making it all the time, so grandmamma
helped me a little"
"Ohw said auntie. 81 beg your par
don. Go on, Lucy"
Then continued Lucy, ''when it was
quite ready tasted it before it went into
the oven to see if it was all right, and
had little heart shaped one for myself
and | ate it as soon as it twas baked,
and grandmamma said | was quite a
good cook. And, please, | want to go to
bed"
"Trot along as fast as you please"
said mamma. "Cndress yourself, darl-
ing, and in few minutes l will come
up to hear your prayers"
Little Lucy went up stairs as she was
bid, rubbing her sleepy eye with her
little fat fists. Oh-so-sleepy!
The stairs seemed a mile long and she
thought she should never get to the top
step. At last, however, she tumbled up
on the landing, and tumbled in at the
first open door. She was talking all the
time; talking to her beloved little brass
bedstead, of which she was very fond.
'Beddy, DEAR" said Lucy. "Dear
little pretty, shiny beddy, I'm coming
nowl My own little beddy house, all
waiting form me. Pretty yellow balls, and
pretty''-But there Lucy stopped short
and opened her sleepy eyes as wide as if
they had never been sleepy.
''Oh! oh! ohI' said Lucy. "Why, why
it's growed bigr'
She sat down on the floor and stared
at the brass bedstead 1t was Just as
bright and just as pretty, and had Just
as many balls on it, wonderful,
most wonderful lit was at least three
times as big as it had been when she got
out of it in the morning Nevertheless,
it did not seem in the least proud or
stuck up but stood there very quietly.
''Beddy, DEAR" said Lucy, show you
have growedp'
But the bedstead made no reply.
''Beddy, DEAR" she went on, ''if you
had only told me this morning, l would
have tried to grow, too, if you had showed
me how. Grandpapa always thinks |
am growing, and | am ashamed to tell
him L don't know how But l never
saw any thing grow like this! It's per-
fectly perfectly 'stonishingl
"Wen," she continued, after a long
pause, during which she stared till her
eyes actually began to water, 81 suppose
l may as well get in, though l shall be
quite lost in the middle of it. It's sim
ply ridiculous for girl of my size to
have giants bed. know mamma will
never find me in it,
In five minutes Lucy was in the very
middle Of the big bed. In six minutes
she was sound asleep; and in seven min
utes mamma came up stairs and went
into Lucy's room.
Darling" said mamma, softly, ''are
You awake?"
There was no answer.
''She is asleep" said mamma softly to
herself, 81 will just tuck her in without
waking her."
But when mamma went to the little
brass bed, 10 and behold! it was empty
"Lucy," said mamma, "where are
you? But no Lucy replied"
"Are yon hiding, dear?" cried mamma
Come to me, like a good grille, and let
me put you to bed"
Still all was silent and mamma be-
came alarmed. She lighted the gas and
searched the room, and then her own
room, which was next to it, but no sign
of Lucy was to be seen.
''Ellen!" cried mamma. 'Come up,
please, cannot find Lucy anywhere"
Aunt Ellen came running up.
''She must have gone into baby's nurs-
cry" she said. "Wait till put my bon
net in my room and l will go and find
her." But when aunt Ellen went into
her room there was Lucy fast asleep in
the middle of her big brass bed.
"Oh, ho!" said aunt Ellen. "Some
one has been lying on my bed"
Mamma came running, and they both
laughed to see the little mite curled up
in tho middle of auntie's big bed. Nam
ma lifted her softly and carried her to
her own little bed and tucked her in it;
but Lucy did not stir nor wake.
She woke in the morning, though; and
what do you think she said when she
opened her sleepy eyes?
-'Ohi OH ohr' she said. "WhyI why!
it's perfectly 'stonishingl
THE GRAVE GETS TIRED YAWNING,
Seemingly, for certain wretched invalids
who toddle feebly along, though always
looking as if they were going to die, but
emitting to do it. They dry up, wither,
dwindle away finally, but in the mean
time never having robust health. know
nothing of the physical enjoyment, the
Zest of that existence to which cling with
such remarkable tenacity. They are al
ways to be found trying to mend by tink-
ering at themselves with some trashy
remedy, tonic or ''pick me up" to give
flip to digestion, or "help the liver" If
such misguided folks would resort and
adhere to Hostetter's Stomach Bitters it
would be well with them. This SUI
perb invigorant supplies the stamina that
the feeble require by permanent
ly reinforcing digestion and assimila-
ton. 1t OvercOmes nervousness. insom-
mia, malaria, kidney complaints bilious
ness constipation, rheumatism and neu-
ralgia. 12-4t