Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1892-12-17

all spiked with little lunches OF
sharp thorns.
Then Gloria, still kneeling ON the
floor, began talking softly and rapid
". and once In awhile her mother,
still with her eyes closed, would say
a few words. The words that they
talked seemed to Mrs. Grady to b.
twisted and doubled out of all man.
ner of shape; indeed, she could not
understand one Of them. 80 Mrs
Grady, more and more astonished,
and tonguetied for the minute, tip
toed herself softly away. And as
nobody knew she had come in, so
nobody knew when she went out.
"Well. mother, did you see theml'
asked Nancy curiously, as Mrs.
Grady made her appearance in her
own domains.
Such outlandish furrinersW ex
claimed ker mother, throwing her
apron over her head, and sitting
down with both hands on both knees
"Germans asked Kate, who was
the Oldest OF the young Gradys, and
who was wiring bonnet frame
Turks, moe like" said Mrs.
Grady, for they don't know how to
lie in beds nor sit in chairs"
"Turks" said Mary, who do they
talk like9"
Like turkeys, to be sure" cried
little lame Jim.
Then the baby, who was in the
cradle just about taking q nap, grew
wide awake, and lisped, "Gobble,
gobble, gobble."
There was shout at this from all
the children-that is, from all but
Kate, who said, How silly" and
turned to her mother again.
what are their names2" asked
she.
"The little girls name is Gloria,
leastwise, that's what her mother
called her, and that's the only word
out of all their lingo 1 could make
head or tail of.
"And how does it look up thereT"
asked Kate, putting down her work
and making a regular business of
asking questions.
'Haythenish p replied Mrs. Grady,
with a jerk of her head. There's
the uglest parcel of thorns and weeds
a-growing in the window as ever
you set yer two eyes on, and the
flowerpot they're in is made of crock
cry all colors like CASTLE soap and as
big besides as q washtub."
Here the baby, getting tired of say
ing "Gobble, gobble," to amuse its
brothers and sisters, set up a scream.
and Mrs. Grady let alone 1.-The out
landish furriners, and rocked the
cradle, while she sung Kathleen Ma
vourneen, which was a favorite Of
the baby's.
Some time after Mrs. Grady had
taken her departure Mrs. Reggie
opened her eyes. Her faithful little
nurse was still beside her.
Mamma, said Gloria, when will
you get welll"
II do not know" said her mother
with sigh.
"Well, when you go homo to Spain,
where you say it is so bright and
warm, that will make you well, sure,
won't it2"
II think So" said Mrs. Reggie.
"Ah, the dear old home. am afraid
| shall never see it again, and you,
my darling-what will become of
you when l die2"
"Oh, you will break my heart if
you talk So" cried Gloria. 81 know
that letter will come soon, with
money enough to take us to Spain q
hundred times, and our wallet is not
empty yet, by any manner of means. "
Gloria talked more bravely than
she felt, but she was determined to
look on the bright side of things,
She went over and looked at the
straggly plant in the china vase.
Mamma" she said, laughing, I'm
getting tired of tending this prickly,
cross thing, that's never blossomed
since can remember. What do you
keep it for2"
SWhen your papa and l were ready
to sail your uncle brought it TO us.
It's century plant, he said, keep
it for my sake, and you will find how
rare and precious it is
well, think he might have given
you something better, "pouted Gloria.
Suddenly she cried, "Oh, mamma,
here is a bud, "
81 guess not, said her mother, 1T
only blooms once in ahundred years, u
1.-The idea of waiting hundred
years for a single flower" thought
Gloria.
The days went by and the money
melted away like smoke. There was
no letter.
One day Gloria was knocking in
her turn at Mrs. Grady's door
Said Mrs. Grady in her turn, What