The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-02-01
BARBARA'S MISCHIEF.
How She Brought Back Her Sis
teT's Lost Lover.

I know you would much rather l
should take Barbara's sister Dot for
my heroine, for Dot was tall and queen
", and, OF course, as naughty as she
was tall, and filed up quite a large
space in society in very opposition to
her name; whereas, Barbara was an elf
of nine years standing on this grim
old footstOol of ours, and was not one
quarter as big as her name, with the
face OF fairy and bright brown eyes
that looked out from under her yellow
bang. ridiculously like the way in
which Dots pony peered from under
his mane-and with orbs almost as big
and fully as linpid. Bat then she is
my heroine, and you must needs make
the best of her.
Dot was engaged, an happy to say,
to perfect Apollo, but l am sorry to
admit that she treated said Apollo as
If he were nothing more than poor,
weak, erring mortal, and took it upon
her stately, privileged self TO lecture
the young man upon certain faults she
took it, as a matter of course, must he
in his possession, being as he was the
only son OF very indulgent pair OF
old folks
But she was shaken to the very
foundation of her royal being when
one day she discovered that the last
sentence of her excellent haraBgue had
fallen upon thin air; and she had a con-
fused sense Of pair Of indignant, sor-
rowful eyes leaving their light to
haunt her as she sat there amazed and
hurt after the hall door had slammed
like wooden oath.
He was gone then.
'NOh! Scott-Ohi Seo<tP' she moaned,
which was no slang at all, but the irate
ApoIlo's christened name.
Dot arose from her chair of state and
carried her heart. bleeding and torn,
upstairs to anoint it with tears and
cover it with she magnificent new bail
dress from Nine. MISUNDERSTANDING
able bandage.
whats the matter, Dot? You rs
crying"
Miss Barbara's eyes had caught the
like upon the very tip OF Dots feather
fan.
81 think you would cry, too, Chickie,
wouldn't you, if the prince came and
promised you nice things and then
rushed off without saying anything
about it.
Isn't Scott going to take you to the
ball9"
at certainly doesn't look like it He
went OF so angry with me-"
Another tear splashed hotly down
upon Barbara's little upturned face
The child wiped it of, uttermg this
solemn injunction:
Don't you cry one bit more ! will
see about this matter myself" uncon-
sciously initiating papa's impressive
manner.
They had always talked to her as il
she could understand their mature res~
soning-this sister and this papa-so
that she had come to have fudicrous
little air of sage cons liberation OF al
things brought to her notice.
Nine o'clock and no Scott-he was
not coming, then; must she miss the
glorious assembly ball because of his
anger? Not she! Half-past nine! Had
Barbara been awake she would have
noticed the quivering eyelid that tried
SO hard TO keep the teardrops prison
erS. Quarter TO ten-She gave up all
hope of Scott and in ten minutes mora
papa was drowned in sea of over
flowing satin. whose cream-whitc bill
lows filled the coupe.
Ten o'clock Il loud peal of the door
bell aroused Barbara from her sIUn-
Der Another peal. Out of bed. into
her little Mother Hubbard wrapper,
and down the stairs crept Barbara. on
tiDtoe, though there was no need of
that, as every trusted servant had gone
out and the child was alone in the big
house The little hand mastered the
huge door-key and out in the moon"
light the brown eyes discovered Dots
/ lover
oh, it's you
Yes. Cnickie, Of course it IS Isis
Dot ready?"
Now. I've always been amazed at
the lbs children can tell on the slight
est provocation. | had even gone 50
far as 70 entertain some odd ideas OF
the utter lack OF conscience n the
world OF childhood and honestly be
I lieve that veracitv IS al actual matter
Of education, pure and simple-with Z
dismal conviction thai even cultivation
does not always suffice. ! have been
astonished % see with what fertility
the brains Of infancy are possessed. IL
venting with ease uacalled-for and IN
/ precedented falsehoods: and as Bsrba-
"a was beyond the average. lam bound
to say that She 2rave.y sent the follow
ing little tib into SCOTS ears:
Yes. Dot IS al ready and gore with
papa, but you are TO bring ne instead
I'm almost dressed just 20 mo TIE
library. please, Scott. and ! VIII No
/ keep you waiting more taan few n1.n'
4 utes."
Poor Scott, A vvrzthY whirlwiu6 was
gathering about ms ears IS he o6eyed
the little maid His quarrel with his
( beloved had driven al thoughts Of The
ball from his head. ard now 70 come
and find her of and away win her pa
( ternal relative. and knowing that sEe
+ had very good reason % TANK the NOS
horrible things in tbe world OF ms
seeming neglect, made him blind % tie
scheme OF the 3:tl.. sister and 70 DC
glad that he was tie OBJECT o. even !.
/ thought
. RsrEzra r7,sL.S ~ Wild vvith excite