Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1892-01-14
For the Ellsworth American.
To the Children.

happy this morning? Well, | don't, and
will tell you why, and then you will be
sorry for somebody, l am sure. A few
days ago Louise went down in the dining
room for some crackers, In few minutes
heard her scream in such a queer way
| flew down fearing she had goue in the Ii
brary where we keep an open fire burning
| and had gone too near; no, she was not
| there, but Ia the dining room / found her
| and so frightened she could not move,
| holding one arm up high with napkin in
| her hand When she was quiet enough to
| tell me what the matter was she said she
| went to the cracker box, she picked the
napkin up because it did not belong there,
| and what do you suppose happened?
| cunning little mouse dropped from it. OF
course he just ran like fun, and she, poor
| little thing, thought he was on her. 1t
was a long time before | could make her
| believe he was somewhere else, but sue
| ceeded at last, and needless to say, she
| went upstairs with me, without the crack
ers. Last night, way in the night, heard
her little voice calling. "Dearie, 0, dearie :
| and when | went into the nursery the poor
| little thing was sitting up in bed with such
tears rolling down her dear little cheeks.
| 1 said, What is the matter, Louise?"
| There is mouse In the play box rat
| Ting the iron things and he will be up here
| in a minute"
| NO. he won't, because | will shoe him
| away" So made a noise rattling the toys
| together. but it made her no happier. so
| she had to go to bed with me. After she
| mad been quiet awhile and | thought she
| was asleep. the little monkey said:
Mama next time call you in the night
hp no tn
| bring me to you because he Is big man
and they always wait on little bits Of ma
| mas Ike you"
This morning when she wakened me |
said. Louise, am so sleepy | am unhap-
py you thought | was a big mouse and
kicked me oil night"
NO, mama, | was awake all the night
long, and honest truly, only kicked you
sixteen times"
Louise, when you heard that poor little
mouse, why didn't you shut your eyes and
ears tightly and 90 to sleep again."
II did try to. thought at trst 1t was one
Of Santa Claus angels coming in to see If
we were good, SO tried very hard but he
| made so much noise he made me nervous;
then had to sit up and you know you al
ways say If my feet get very cold may
have pneumonia in my knees. so my feet
did get awfully cold, so had to call you"
Don't you feel sorry for her: | remem-
Der one very rainy Sunday when | was
little girl, so lcng. long ago, my brother
and were 50 tired of everything we had
to read all the stories were about such
good people they made US feel 81 hopeless
ly naughty. We looked at each other, then
at grandpa and grandma who had at last let
their eyes shut tightly and were sleeping
SO beautifully with their spectacles neatly
ready to drop from their noses. Then
with a wink AT each other we tiptOed up
In the attic where we knew we could lind
a little fun may be without toys, because
they were put away Saturday night not TO
come out again until such time Monday AS
our little .'chores" were done.
First thing we did was to go to the old
chest get out and pin on only one shout
der each, a beautiful gold epaulet with its
caterpillar fringes dancing up and down
with each motion. How grand and happy
were were, This Sunday we discovered
new book, new TO US long, narrow and
not very thick; just like the one the man
In the choir at church used to put up in
front of him and make such faces at when
he tiddled for the people to sing. As
was the only one who could read shout
ed:
Now have found out why that man
makes sucn faces; his book is just Ike
thlt agh he is trying not TO laugh while
CRED MUSIC. scared mice. While
We were hunting for mice IN the book,
grandma was hunting for US and do you
know it was years before | saw that book
again?
''Joserphyne", the cook, whose real
name is Josephine and who is such beau
tifully, shiny black has just brought to
Louise and Morrison their lunches and
Louise says:
Please. mama, say If a little girl whose
name Is Helen reads that letter that | will
pervite her to lunch with me, because now
| have no Helen to play with since my in
innate friend Helen Stewart has gone to
the country to live forever and ever"
There is grandmamma who comes here
very often to see her grandchildren, all of
whom think great deal of her; she has
the brightest brown eyes and the rosiest
cheeks when she comes in Morrison says
The wind comes with her"
One day lately she came in and found
Louise with very rutiled feelings; so to
smooth them out she told Louise of little
boy about two years old. His mamma
had the dining room in beautiful order,
making preparations for Thanksgiving
dinner and lots of company while his
grandmamma was-well, | guess watching
the turkey brown; anyway when she came
back in the dining room to see what the
small boy was doing, she found he had
also been busy papers cut all over the
| floor, toys and utter confusion everywhere.
She looked at him and he so innocently at
her. At last she said:
do you know you are holy terror
mo, am not a holy terror"
"Indeed you are to treat poor grandmam-
! ma So"
| But am not holy terror"
If you are not, who in this house ISL"
| "Grandpapa has gone out"
Silence followed and l imagine good
deal of thinking, don't you'