The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1894-08-02

nate. know what IN taking ABOUT.
Amt got frst-class chance?'
mo; it's wrong"
Wrong? Oh! go along with your
notions. Won't the Bowery Paradise
give me eight dollars week to dance
only about a half-hOur every night in
the new pantomime? I'm to be one Of
the Moonlight Fairies. Why, Kate,
just think! My dressll be all white
lace and silver and a pair O silver
wings and spangled slippers and a
wand and big half-moon on the top
o. my head"'
Don't go, Susie" urged Kate. It'll
bring you into bad company"
Bad company. Any worse than my
! father-drunk most always?"
Your mother needs you at home,
Kate persevered, 1T would break her
heart for you to run away and leave
her"
But she won't let me Join the show
if l keep on living at home, said Susie,
with an obstinate pout.
"She's right she's right, Susie. Oh!
| say, do give up all this! What are
your little brothers and sisters going
to do without you? Why. they can't
never go out at all if you go. No more
play for them-oh say, Susie"
just then Mile paused and looked,
with her infantile candor, full into the
faces of the two girls.
I'm going to have green peas for
dinner to-day am. I've been good,
and my mothers cooking the green
peas now"
Instantly the attention of the two
was caught by the child's confidence
and beauty.
"Ain't she funny little thing?" said
Kate, knceling beside the child.
II amt always good" said Mile,
gravely.
'Oh, guess you amt ever very bad,
are you?" said Susie, looking down,
her pout lost in amusement, so facile
was her disposition.
Mile pondered this seriously for
| three seconds.
Il fret and worry my mother" she
replied, conscientiously. and looking
down with shame and wonder whether
her elders would speak to her after
such confession. Both girls laughed
with delight in the child's pretty sim
plicity.
It's very wrong for little girl to
fret her mother - that's what my
mother says" said Mile, stoutly per-
sisting.
And what if you was a big grip"
said Kate, not looking at Susie
No matter if was as big-as big"
Mile paused and her eyes roved for
comparison mas big as the engine
house." she ended, surprised by her
own imagination of attaining such
| size.
You dear little girl! Whose girl
are you?" said Susie, trying to clutch
and kiss the child.
But at the tone of praise all Miles
Joy came rushing back to her.
But now I'm goddard I'm going
to have green peas for dinner cried
Nillie, skipping with delight past
Susie's reach, and then strutting i'm
portantly away.
AS the girls watched her their faces
were sweet with smiles of delight and
humor-smiles that gave them again
for a few moments the looks of their
less troubled childhood. When Kate,
turning, caught this look on Susie's
face, a deeper satisfaction came into
her own.
well, let's go home, them" said
Susie, as Mile disappeared. Wasn't
she dear little thing?"
Kate was too wise 20 risk any ref
erence to Susie's former mood, for
word of argument or moralizing might
have thrown her back on her OBJ
stinacy by renewing her sense of the
monotony of home and the attractions
of the Bowery Paradise. All that Kate
said was:
Let us have green peas for dinner,
Susie. If there amt any in the house
I'll run round to Mullen's for some"
Yes, I'm good, too, now. Kate" said
Susie, with a look of tears and smiles
And I'm going to have green peas for
dinner" she cried, initiating the very
accents of Mile, skipping in her fash
ion and then strutting away impor-
family by Rates side.
Kate still said nothing.
Suddenly Susie stopped and looked
earnestly at her friend.
The Bowery Paradise won't have
me for fairy, if you want to know,
Kate"
"Well, I'm just as glad, Susie! And
we're both going to have green peas
for dinner"
Hates failure in attempting to imi-
tate Miles tone made Susie laugh
more than before, and the two went
happily away with arms round each
others waists.
Meanwhile Mile entered the little
kitchen where her mother stood with
the flushed face of a toilful yet tri-
umphant cook.
II guess dinner must be ready by
this time" said Mile.
at is" said her mother, and pointed
to the pine table, with two plates and
three dishes cleaning from its coarse,
clean cloth. Mile, with a gleeful
smile, climbed into her own chair
you must have had quite a long
walk" said her mother, as she took
the remaining chair. II s'pose you
stopped and talked to people; you gen
orally do, the neighbors tell me.
Il talked to few people" answered
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