Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1891-12-19

son.
it was about the middle of the after
noon. The car was full of suburbanites
returning home laden with purchases
for the holidays.
A lady entered the car, followed by q
little girl Both had as many bundles
as they could carry, and when the lady
had been provided with Q seat there
was only one other to he had. 1t was
by the side of n large man with close
ly cropped beard. The little girl was
duly installed in that seat, her pack
ages disposed of to her satisfaction,
and as the train started off she began Il
conversation with the large man. He
had smiled at her and taken part of
her load on his own lap
Awful hard work buying so many
Christmas things, isn't it," she OBJ
served.
"Yes, it must be hard work"
but ] like it. Id most rather buy
Christmas gifts than to 90 skating, and
Id rather go skating than do anything
else 'cept eat candy-and go to Sunday
school," she added, pulling down the
corners of her mouth as If with sud-
den fear that she was giving ont an
impression of personal giddiness not
warranted by all the facts in the case.
That's my mamma over there that
lady with the brown hair. It's all her
own hair, too. Don't you think my
mammals nice?"
Indeed do"
$50 does papa. He takes mamma on
his lap sometimes, just like she was a
little girl. Don't You think she'd be
pretty big armful?"
''H'm-no; none too big"
well, | guess that's what papa
thinks. He's a big man-most as big
as you are. And he's just as strong.
He carries me round on his shoulder.
Sets me up on it, you know. and hold
on by his head. and amt bit afraid.
You can't guess what I've got for my
papa in this bundle.
"A pound of candy"
The little girl laughed gleefully.
NO. / 'spect he's got lot of candy
for me. Guess again"
"A neclltie?"
No. 'Tisn't that Mamma tends |
to his neckties, and they're always
nice
i've no doubt of it."
You'd never guess. Ill have to tell |
YOU It's mustache cup. It's just
the lovcliest one ] could find, and it's
awful pretty. Papa, he's got great
ong black mustache. Wouldn't you
think it would be dreadful unhandy to
Kiss anybody with long mustache?"
why"
"Wcll, it isn't. You get used to it,
'ou know When You want to kiss
right bad you amt going to
ct mustache stop you"
A young lady on the seat immediate
Y in front was seized with violent
1t of coughing that made her face very
ed, and she pulled down the blinds to
.eep the sun out of her eyes.
Most everybody in this car is load
d down with Christmas things, amt
hey?" went en- the little girl Its
God thing your seat isn't. or I'd had
D stand up Don't You have any
hristmas at your house?"
"Yes. We always have Christmas
l some shape"
May be you haven't got any little
)llSs?"
'Oh, yes. I've got little girl about
our size"
rs she good little girl?"
Indeed she Is"
Doesn't she ever pout?"
Newer" J
"Well, ! do sometimes when they
ont give me another piece of cake.
oesn't she ever 20 of in some corner
nd throw herself down on the lounge c
I'd kick the floor with her toes and s
y she's mad and hates everybody" . .
Never"
"Never acts a bit cross and naughty?" 4
''No-never."
"She must be dear little girl. DON
N love her very much?" :
''Yes-0h, yes" 8
Then why haven't you got your !,
ms full of Christmas presents to take a
me to herr" =
she doesn't need them, my dear" :,
id the gentleman, gently stroking y
; little girls glowing cheek. "She n,
; gone to live with the angels ~ -
icago Tribune. =,
Kind Uncle Jack-"What kind of q
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