The morning news., 1894-07-08

T1erdiQlue ndd discovered hCr poor bundle
Of clothing and had scattered IL about her
room. \ moment later her most priceless
keepsake, a picture of dear old Grandma
Brlce was being kicked like football
around the nursery She rescued this.
smiling preteuse Of en- oymeut at the
sport when sCOwllug Ann Eliza beth I'll
liped a tear from her cheek. stood upon
one heel, whirled herself round and
TO md and mockingly exclaimed.
Nurses is no good. Why does all
nurses always be crying. anyhow Why
don they be Jolly like us i'
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 70 be the very jolhest nurse
that ever was known in all the wide,
wide world s
"Cs's dot a gramma. too shouted
Ramsey Jlmar, proudly, making sundrY
dives AT his new nurse. evadlng capture,
and retreating 10 a sufficiently safe dis
tauce to sway back and forth IN phys1
cal threats Of sallies. FUSS wis 'ses Sc
was dead, don't u.s.
Yep ' was the resoundiag chorus to
the precoclous sentiment -
Us puts snud in hers ch3c'late. don't
Us - persisted Ramsey 15lnAar
a roar of laughter followed
Elizabeth gN
And put tacks ia her bed ~ BuIwer
LyttoH glowingly reeallea4.-
She's an old wolf, mother says con
cluded Grace Genevievs.
My, my, my said Dora, softly, dex-
terously curling Grace Genevi ewes hair
over her dainty fingers, And didn I
Grandma tell YOU all nice Stories like my
grandma did me
None they allshonted resentfully.
"ona tells stories on u.s." biurted Bul-
ver Lytton indignaptIy
Lies, he uleaus nurse explained
Grace Genevieve, in. 3 low tone, betoken-
ing awakening nfidanee.
And then we tells on her, and mother
storms and sencs her away quicker than
scat" revealed Ralwer Lytton with an
air Of riumph-
An US All glad aint US :" plped Ram
say Ulmar, gteshally
'Mebby we aipt. sthough :" Il should
think 50 ,st More'n glad You bet,'
and Course us ISL shouted all the little
folks in unispn. w
But We wAl be the best of friends, '
began Dora brightly. for I've many,
many lear Stories to tell you
'stories stories stories" they in
sisted gathering about her ioyously.
Not one now. dear; She said decid
edly ssf0r there's the supper bell But il
You viii all let me tidy you up, like the
little ladies' and gentlemen that YOU are,
then, after supper after supper, mind
Wen Just have heaps Of them. Heaps ,'
Then with the tender arts OF supreme
pa tienee, Of absolute dutifulness and Of
pitifully earnest hone, this new nurse,
more ehiid that She was led them on and
on past rebelliOus impulses and inCipient
revoluE5ons. nursed in habit rather t&an
born in nature, TO cleanliness and present
ibllity. and at last to the supper table
from which they tumbied impatientIy
BACK to the nursery 10 await their prom
ised treat
| Oh, the magic of it all, when. an hour
! later Dora Brice had beguilei the wild
horde OF young Plumlcys through their
waShings and mo their roOes for the
might When. gathered about her like a
band of ghostly little sprItes, they hud-
died close against her Victoria Geral-
oine even climbing into her tiny arms,
and these neglected, perverted souls first
entered the soothing realms of fairy land
Il on the strong pinions of her true brave
Il purpose,
@Once upon time" "Once upon a
time" and still Once upon a time =.
! Why their hunger WAS never done
/ "Once upon a time Whose heart
does not thrill as these words. in
4 print or upon kindly human lips, opens
I wide the sweet vista to yOuthtide memo
ries
\ Once upon a timem All, how it sets
4 back the very hands on the dial
I face of time aud troops in over the Olden
paths a myriad tender olden forms and
/ scenes.
Once uron a timeN- prelude, touch
stone keynote this night from Dora 5
patient lips to "'The Princess in Dis
guise Sc The Fairies Two Gifts, - The
Enchanted Tree, The Lions Castle,
The Singing Bone, " The Three Feath-
ers,' The Brave Little Tailor. tC
Fairy Tell True mother of all good
children. to Little Thumb and his mar
vclous adventures. and ever to all that
witching, Wlusome brood which should
embalm their cr, atorS IN the calendar
OF the SAINTS Tor the tender spell they
have wrought upon childhood S enchanted
land,
Once upon time
But listeners ana lockers on are here al
thenursery door. First comes a studi
faced Youth He is a face of ner
piexitv. a face of sadness. a face unusec
to smiles. He sees the little woman with
the whitc-robed group about her. sighs.
Angel heart though she has it will turr
to stone here" and his face disappears In
the darkness of the hallway.
"Ouce upon q time,-"
But here are another figure and face
figure Of a portly man. face of a coward
husband: A face whose hard lines M
struggle and quivering lines of temuoriza
ton and exuediency. tor an instant rela,
into beaming toyousness, while the Inns al