The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-07-07

grooming. followed: ''6t-st-st-st-st-st st-stl-St-st-st-st-st-st. And it's come to this.-Woueh.-St These were Mrs, Tillman Piumiey's s most fearful mysteries, They always lasted until Mir. Tiliman Plumiey and the entire Piumley family were beside themselves with excitement. and the ambitious woman, precisely as with many another woman like her. had gained her point Of the seeming that she was saerifieial martyr to the en- lire family's general welfare. Robert stood pale and silent beside his mother. doggediy offering her no assistance. Finally Tillman Plumiey came rushing in and all the young Plumleys came tearing after. The for mer begged Robert to withdraw. Dora not to mind 1t. and his wriggling. screeching helpmeet to mercifuliy com pose herself. as, in n storm of"St-sts" and reminders how she had thrown greatness upon him. only to be stung by serpents fin her own house. she was partly borne and partly pulled away; while the young Plumleys. after their first fright was over. giggled and snort ed at the. to them, fortunate diversion of "a scene" and at once variously disposed themselves about the nursery and the bedroom with the hilarious project of breaking in" the new nurse This was inaugurated by Grace Gen evieve, who. giving Dora's curls a spite full tug. remarked tauntingly:
 Think your hairs nicer than mine, don't ye?"
 placed her little hand on her dark. kinkly curls. and softly asked her name. She answered pettishly. when Dora stroked the curls again gently and tenderly with.
 Grace. l think you have almost the loveliest hair I have ever seen. will always arrange 1t beautifully for you"
 While this sad little scene was going on Ramsey Ulmar had got behind the stranger With one jerk of his chubby hand he had unloosened her apron and, whooping and bowling. bore 1t trium- phantiy away.
 Meantime Bulwer Lytton and Victo- ria Geraldine had discovered her poor bundle of clothing and had scattered 1t about her room. A moment later her most priceless keepsake, a picture of dear old Grandma Brice, was being kicked like a football around the nur- sery. She rescued this, smiling & pre- tense of enjoyment at the sport, when scowling Ann Elizabeth filliped a tear from her cheek, stood upon one heel, whirled herself round and round and mockingly extlaimed:
 Nurses Is no good! Why does all nurses always be crying, anyhow? Why don't they be jolly like us?"
 Dora immediately dried her eyes; caught the little torment playfully; told her that her tears were for her dear grandmother who was dead; but that she was going to be the very jol- Hest nurse that ever was known in all the wide. wide world.
 "Us's dot a gramma, too" shouted Ramsey Ulmar proudly, making sun- dry dives at his new nurse, evading capture, and retreating to sufficient ly safe distance to sway back and forth in physical threats of sallies. "Us wis'ses se was dead, don't us?"
 Yep" was the resounding chorus to the precocious sentiment.
 "Us puts snuff in hers chocolate, don't us?" persisted Ramsey Ulmar.
 A roar of laughter followed.
 "And steals her specs" giggled Anne Elizabeth.
 And put tacks in her bed" Bulwer Lytton glowingly recalled.
 She's an old wolf, mother says;" concluded Grace Genevieve.
 My, my, my" said Dora softly, dex- trously curling Grace Genevieves hair over her dainty fingers. And didn't Grandma ever tell you all nice stories like my grandma did me!'
 Nope" they all shouted resentfully.
 "She tells stories on us!' blurted Bull wer Lytton indignantly.
 "Lies, he means, nurse;;" explained Grace Genevieve in a low tone, beto- kening awakening confidence.
 And then we tells on her, and moth CT storms and sends her away quicker than scat" revealed Bulwer Lytton with an air of triumph,
 An us's all glad, aint us?" piped Ramsey Ulmar gleefully.
 "Mebby we ain't, though" t'I should think so" "More'n glad" "You bet" and Course us is" shouted all the lit- tie folks in unison.
 But we will be the best of friends" began Dora brightly, flor I've many, many dear stories to tell you"
 Stories! stories! stories" they insist ed gathering about her joyously.
 Mot one now, dears;" she said deci- dedly; flor there's the supper-bell. But if you will all let me tidy you up, like the little ladies and gentlemen that you are, then, after supper-after supper, mind-we'll just have heaps of them. Heaps!"
 Then with the tender arts of supreme patience, of absolute dutifulness and of pitifully earnest hope, this new nurse, mere child that she was, led them on and on past rebellious impulses and in- cipient revolutions. nursed in habit rather than born in nature, to cleanii- ness and presentibility, and at last to the supper table; from which they tumbled impatiently back to the nurse- ry to await their promised treat.
 Oh, the magic of 1t all, when, an hour later, Dora Brice had beguiled the wild horde of young Plumleys through their washings and into their robes for the night! When, gathered about her like band of ghostly little sprites, they huddled close against her, victo- ria Geraldine even climbing into her tiny arms, and these neglected, per verted souls first entered the southing realms of fairy land on the strong pin ions of her true, brave purpose!
 "Once upon a time! "Once upon a