The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1893-06-10
DORO1 lIY.

rap at his door He vas not pleasant
at his best. this manager. and when
ne was interrupted during business
transaction--especially il that trans
action was Improbable to him-he
was apt to be impolite. The other
occupant OF the room. n tall. gray
haired old ntleman with the kindli-
est face imaginable. laid paper he
had in his hand upon the managers
desk and went to the long window to
wait until he had finished with his
new caller.
very small girl came quietly in
"a very small girl with large gray
eyes, and the yel!owestiof yellow hair
tumbling about her round face. She
vas such a pretty and attractive
child indeed that the gray-haircd
man stopped looking out Of the win
dow and turned his gaze upon her.
She seemed not to mind IL in the
beast for she went straight up 10 the
managers desk and bowed very
prettily TO him
What do you want, Dot?n asked
the manager, frowning down at her
from behind the pile Of papers and
letters on his desk. The little girl
took deep breath.
Mr.. Phillips. she said, planting
herself firmly before him much as
she was wont to do when she played
Fauntleroy Il am going 10 leave
che company, I'm tired OF acting,
and acting ana acting, aud never
having any good times like other
children. does-do-l mean. And ]
came to tell you that am not going
10 play tonight
We'll. What do you mean, You
fmpudont lutte wretch?' demanded
the manager, bringing his large
hand down with a thump, while he
fairly glared at his small "star.
mot going to act tonight? Id like
80 know what's gone wrong in the
nursery to-day. Out with it, now;
what's gone wrong?
'Nothing's gone wrong, 'cepting
what's always going wrong" de-
slared the child, not in the least dis
turbed by his roughncss. "lt's
always the same. ] just act and act,
sometimes" she looked wistfully
away as she spoke, and her voice was
hull of childish longing Sometimes
< get so tired, and want to play so
much. To-day, just little while
ago. sawed-saw-two childrens
playing IN the alley, ont OF my win
dow, and asked Mrs. Mintet to let
me go out, just this one time, and
play with them. But she said /
ought to be ashamed and know
better; that it wasn't nice to make
mud-pies She don't know, though;
/ think it would be. When she said
that cried, n then | got mad ana
when she took her nap, | came here
To tell you | want" drawing herself
up in quaint, unchildlike way, Il
want you 20 cancel all our gage
ments. Mr.. Phillips, cause am not
going to act any more. i want to
play like other childrens, and go
way off in the country whore they
send tho little sick ones. and pick
flowers and sit on the grass all day
long
Tie manager, with eyes and mouth
wide open in specifies astonish
mcnt. stared at the little girl, and
she waited calmly for him to answer
her.
well, ! never did" declared the
astounded Mr.. Phillips at last. Then
hc armed TO his visitor, who was
ST., 'lg gently at the little actress.
~ "a, do you think OF that demand.
b: sly?' he inquired. Il tell you
v" american child is getting sovery
tr~-a and so very independent that il
is a wonder we older folks are al
J, ed TO live"
Mr. Bracely said nothing, and tic
manager turned back to the little
airL
Miss Dorothy he began with
mock politeness, for all politehcss
was mockery with the manager,
you'll have to excuse me for not
complying with your request II is
quite impos ,ib!e for me TO do 50. !
am sorry TO say, but owing to-You
get back 10 your room. young
woman" he broke out suddenly drop
plhE MS IOllANAtsS returning
once more TO his natural manner.
-and don't let me hear any more of
This nonsense. Understand. Then,
skip" and he accompanied the order
rith comprehensive snap OF his i'm
gers.
The child moved slowly toward the
door, and the visitor saw that she
ras ma sing brave effort to keep
back the tears whiIn welled into her
big gray eyes. As she put her
small hand on the knob she turned to
the manager again.
Il am not going TO act any more,
she said graycly. "Idon't wan: to ]
want to play outdoors. in the coun-
try. sometimes" Then she went
quietly out with very determined
look upon her innocent face.
We'll. that gets me-" exclaimed
the nonplussed manager. as the door
closed Ibid you ever hear OF any
thing like 1t. Braceiy' That little
I ~. 4. 4. H..