The Forrest City times., 1891-08-21
A TRUE PICTURE

my was nNt. Bessie nad a pretty tt tie face, inky, black curls, a dainty shape, and the softest, brightest, most liquid, dark eyes in the world; anf every one that saw her would say te her mother: What [ sweet child There never was bray, small crea ture, she was frank and honest. sh, would give half of her last bite O candy to friend; most of the time she was obedient, but can you call [ little girl sweet that doesn't love hel only brother? That is why Mrs. Car lisle, Bessie's mother, used to look sad when kind people said What [ sweet ehild!"
 Bessie never loved poor Tommy who was the best-natured chubby mite you can imagine. He though, everything of Bessie. I am sure don't know why, for she was always angry If he didn't play her games, ana always took his toys, and very seldom let him take her toys; besides, sht slapped him, she pinched him, she jeered at him, and called him ''Cry babvl" when he cried. No matter Tommy would get of his rocking horse to let her get on. H. would be wild beast in a cage of chairs, Bessie being ths keeper and feeding him with buis cult (that is chunks of raw neat and proddine him with cane, orhe would be q wretched horse that Bessie drove furiously around the nursery, or he would be the bear and be shot by the brave Bessie with Tommy's gun, or he would be the private soldier to Bessie's officer, he would even be a settler and be scalped by Bessie in the character of fierce Indian Never was the unlucky Tommy allowed the prominent part in these sports. Yet 1t was only seldom that he rebelled- only when she whipped him too en, Enthusiastically as the horses driver, or pulled his hair in scalping him, for instance. Then he used to squeal and kick and tell mamma. At which Bessie would grow very angry, calling him "Tattle-tale, and vowinQ never to play with him again; in fact she never did play with him until he had made his peace with some brlbe
 But Tommy did not bear malice he could fight, but he never sulked. Bessie, however, hoarded up grievan- ces and was always saying: Tommy is bad to me snail be bad to Tommy to show him how it isl" And she didn't always remember to be good to Tommy when he was good to her.
 Bessie's mamma tried all kinds of ways to make Bessie kinder to her brother, but punishing her seemed to make her more ill-tempered and domineering afterwards, as if she bore grudget to Tommy for it, which, indeed, she did.
 "I don't know what to dol" said Mrs. Carlisle one day. ''The morel punish Bessie for hectoring Tommy the more she hectors him. am clean discour- aged!'
 She Il get over it, said Mir. Carlisle. Don't you know how long it takes her to like people? She will be fond of Tommy, yeti"
 Look at her now" said Mrs. Car lisle, "She has Tommy's tricycle. and he is walking Poor child, see him run to keep up with herl"
 They were on their way to school, a pleasant kindergarten. Really they were on better terms than usual, and Tom, in the gaiety of his heart had given Bessie his grapes to give to the girls, when, alas! Bessie took a notion to carry Tommy's Waterbury watch. She demanded 1t with her usual high. wayman's confidence, but Tommy for wonder resisted.
 "Then you're mean, selfish, hate full boyl" says Bessie, "and you needn t expect me to lend you my new sled and I'll tell Santa Claus on you and he won't give you any Christmas pres ents; leastways, only some mean ones."
 Tommy began to weep aloud. That's the way with you, anybody says a word to you, cry, cry, cry" Don't you cry when your hurt?' sobbed Tommy.
 No, I don't, :" said Bessie very lofti ly. II didn't cry when had my teetl pulled; you cried just to have then filledl You're cry baby" "Well, 1t hurt so couldn't help it, said Tommy.
 Hurtg" -- very scornfully - "why didn't you bite your teeth tight anc then you cant cry, even if you wan to?"
 But you can't shut your teeth whe, you're having them pulledn'
 Well, you don't need to cry. any how" said Bessie with decision
 "Now, give me that watch, Iwant tt show it to Lilly"
 But Tommy held the watch witl both hands and in the end there wa. a smart skirmish, in which Bessie wa,
 not the victor, owing to the timel, appearance of one of the teachers Oh, how savage she looked! Sh,
 walked on ahead muttering: "I jusf
 hate Tommy Carlisle, and I'll nevel give him anything of mine long's live. wish the bad boy that tool away Willy Carter's stilts would rul out and take your watch away you mean hateful, stingy boyW "Oh wait for me, sister," howlet Tommy, scared out of his wits at tn l threat. There were some bad rowd, boys who pursued the poor littl
 hndergarteners and despoiled them