Cottonwood report. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1893-1901, 1894-02-02

nbysicians have t&< Vi
ing even journeycd from
her. Both windows He1
the shades half way up. ~ u
reclining, propped with pillows, III
bed where she has lain helpless for
wears. It is well known that hes /.
are siQhtless, but she was embroidefI1
with colored silk. Scattered over The ~
srlet. though in perfect order. were par,1)
of needles, packages of silk, scrapbook. rs Il
tiers neatly tied in parcels and many oth11
objects indicative of the activity Of Ml3
Fanchers brain and fingers. Laying as:i2
her work with pleasant smile Of weloomS
she extended her hands, which, by the wav'
are exceedingly pretty.
Mollie's room, her prison, is tastefuI]5
decorated with many touching souvenirs A
brighter days when pain had not become {
constant guest, and when loving hearX
hoped that the gifted girl had sunny poft
before her. Miss S. Crosby, Mollie's a.
voted aunt, often expressed the hope that
she would outlive her long suffering. dear
ly loved charge, but she was summoned
first to the great unknown beyond. Faith
full friends do what lies In their power ID
compensate in some degree for such an IL.
reparable loss, and Miss Fancher has 4
grateful as well as brave heart. But IN
talking with her one forgets that she Il
suffering. Having keen sense Of humor
she loves fun and tries hard to forget pain
when friends are by her side.
Her many pets, too-dogs, cats, squirrels
BIRDS mice, etc--have been a consolation
through many weary hours. BY one win.
dow stands an aquarium containing gold
fish. In connection with this the writer
heard the following story from its owners
lips: "Once l had polliwog in theto
among the fish. After it developed into a
| frog made q pet of it, and it learned 10
know my voice. used to have the aquari.
um brought beside the bed so that the pol
liwog could easily Jump out of it down M
on the coveriet, and he did it every time
/ and came hopping to my hand when L
scratched the bedclothes and called it. I
would just put it here and rub its little Bit
of head with one finger, and it would
never move. One day that polliwog was
gone-could not be found anywhere -and
didn't 1 miss the poor little thingl
"A few days later took up some work
that had been laid aside for few days Il.
was a white wooden shawl that was knit
ting and which kept in low basket on
this side of my bed. Well, what do you
think? When took up that shawl, there
was the polliwog all dried and shrunk up
so that he looked about like spider. He
had been nothing but wind and water any
way, and he was changed into dried up
mummy. / suppose the poor little thing
had jumped out of the aquarium to louk
for me and hoped along the floor under
the bed till he came to that white wool
which he probably took to be the coverlet,
his feet got entangled in it, and he had To
stay there and dry up
When asked If she ever invited him to
dry up, Mollie said she certainly had not
At one time family of flying squirrels
kept her company and amused her during
many sleepless nights. She said, Il have
owned and lost SO many pets that the yard
at the back of this house is pct cemetery
for they have all been buried there
Turning sudden y to the writer, Mollie
with closed eyelids, remarked, What u
peculiar brooch you have, like an open fan
turned upside down"
Eyes, it was given to me by friend who
brought it from Egypt. 1t represents Maui
mother of Isis, with outspread wings. But
tell me more of your pets"
"Oh, have had SO many. One was a
three cornered-no, mean three legged
mouse. The poor little thing. When any
one asks you how many legs a mouse has.
you had better reply that it depends upon
how many it has lost. Well, the hero In
question was minus one trotter. Whethef
lost in noble warfare or in common mouse
trap never ascertained Trois pieds was
very sociable and grew SO intimate with
my canary bird that the two became fast
friends The mouse would frequently run
up the white curtain to the cage, and just
as soon as he came within reach the canary
would take seed in his beak and hurry to
feed the cripple. At night the mouse got
right into the cage, and the two friends
slept side by side there on the perch How
Trois pieds managed to hold himself on
with ease and comfort is more thHn can
, tell. Eagle.