Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1892-08-06
THE AGENC SCHOOL.

later. after Fannie had lived part of her vaca-
ton with the teacher. after she had alternately
stolen trinkets of all sorts that pleased her
taste. or brought her early wild flowers ard
fresh currants. or the roundest cat tails and
pretty stones from the neighboring creek.
VIVID IMAGINATION.
Fannie had a most vivid imagination. One
day, on her return from a neighbor, / said:
Fannie, how il Mrs. Grasshopper Stovepipe?"
Gan old squaw quite ILL. and to my surprise
Fannie's visage became doleful, and we heard a
detailed description of Mrs. Stovepipes dying
agonies. her burial there said Fannie did
not see 1t, and was answered, ABE no tell-she
catchum smallpox how she was lowered in
the grave-the blankets. dresses &C.. buried
with her; then sang the horrible death chant;
the shooting of Mrs. Grasshopper's horses was
exemplified by jumping to her feet (she had
enacted the buriaD and with left arm for gun,
rapidly shooting. with a smack of her lips, five
imaginary horses.
When my sympathy was so aroused that the
tears were chasing each other down my cheeks
her expression changed to one Of comic mis-
chief, and then signing at having to spoil the
story, she said, ''Me heap too vish-rucket" Cor
me heap lie). Ii no lie; her Imagination
simply carried her into the realms of the I'm
known.
PERSONAL CHARACTERISTICS.
By intuition. not surroundings or teachings.
she had learned and preferred the right. The
gayeties of the wick-i-up, the drinking. gam
bling had charms for Fannie though she
liked the little boys. saving: They good" She
would suffer without complaint, could do with
out food for long time if necessary and was
not afraid of anything except the dark. The
worms, little snakes. lizards and toads were
handled as lovingly was her doll. and how
she loved that doll that Santa Claus brought
her. OF course. the eyes fell in. hair came Off
hnaE ab.1
putated but still she'd take her Nina papoose'
(my baby to bed with her, lulling it to sleep
with wordless Indian lullabies.
INDIAN STILL.
Though she was cruel enough to pull off the
golden wings of the butterfly, steal a birds nest
or break the delicate limbs of its owner, she
longed to be loved and caressed. She would say
to her teacher, who. after pitying, soon learned
to love her, You love me?' Yes, Fannie,
love YOU ''Kissee me. then" She would get
the kiss. and then what? Two brown arms
around your neck. two black eyes all lovelit
and rich voice with queer pronunciation
would say, You heap LOWE me-" .'Yes, dar-
ling, heap love you" And then, ''You lowe
me heap gimme a nickel" At first the plead
ing. the expression. the love. was worth the
nickel. then feeling of fatigue came when YOU
thought that even among savages love has to be
bought.
QUITE ACCOMPLISHED.
The child had such retentiye mind that out
side of her rapid advancement in school she
learned to cook, sew and recited when left
her, with proper gesticulations. nineteen
pieces, some quite difficult: sang and knew
many Delsarte movements. besides keeping up
her own language, its customs, songs, dances
and accomplishments.
We're she under the care Of some American
family she could become an elocutionist. a
singer, an actress. or, better still, a good true
woman, who. thoroughly educated and refined.
could do wonders with her own people, But
instead. four or five years from now she will
choose husband from among the ones she now
dancesand rides with and will be to him only "a
little better than his dog and not as dear as his
horse