St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-04-08
THE DEAREST DOLL OF ALL.
rlary Kyle Dallas Gossips With
the Girls About Her.
Christmas MOrn-some of the FavOIs
ties Who Preceded Her.

line marches before you when you try to
think. And they were all so different. AS
different as babies are. You did not love
them all alike, that was not possible. And
when they broke, you felt worse about some
than you did about others. What pity it is
that dolls will break,-but they do. There is
always some danger hanging over the head
of doll. You never can be sure in the morn
ing that she will be all right at night Only
one or two kinds, the very sort that you can
never, never, never love dearly. There are
such-who ever loved a knitted doll? 1t
doesn't seem natural. 1t is thing, not a
doll. OF course, for the baby, who puts it in
its mouth and hits its nose with it. it will
have to do, but not for girl with feelings.
A rag doll too: there is something sad about
rag dolls. They never seem to be comfort
able, and their heads are always crooked and
their faces fiat. If your doll has not nose,
you may feel sorry for her, but you cannot
admire her. AS for those India rubber dolls,
it is very hard not to hate them. They are
rough, their eyes are like fishes, and their
compilations are blue-Whte with purple
cheeks, and comes off, and they stick to
things in warm weather,-but the worst of it
is, they haven't any sentiment-you see that
at glance. AS 1 said it is really hard not
to hate them. Of course they don't make
themselves, poor things, and you should
never use them badly, but they put your
teeth on edge, like biting flannel or scratch
ing a slate-pencil. Mamma seldom gives
them to you, or home aunties, only people
who don't know and haven't been children
themselves for a lone while. ''There's some-
thing she can't break you hear them say,
but no one ever says that Of dear, loveable
beauties Of dolls, never. 1t would not be
true, with them one fall and all is over. The
pet dog will pull her to pieces in moment,
and the baby can suck all the color out of her
cheeks in ten minutes if you leave her where
he can reach her, or brothers can take her
out in wagon and meet with an accident.
1t'seems mean not to let her have ride, but
as general thing, if you do, she comes home
in pieces.
Do you remember that little doll with
china head, and hair put up in comb, and
yellow wooden hands and feet? You had to
dress her like lady because of her hair.
She had train and lace fichu. You gave
her to the poor, sick little girl in the hospital,
and you did not feel sorry not to see her
again. Her name was Eliza-she was gen.
teel, but not adorable. You had one splendid
doll An uncle brought her from Paris. She
could be fixed upon something to stand up.
She had a beautiful face like young lady,
blonde hair and white dress and Brussels
net VEIL She was dressed like bride. Her
name was Angelica. She had even pearl
necklace and pearl bracelets over her long,
white kid gloves. But you could not play
with her, you could only show her off. After
awhile you had exhibited her to everybody,
and she was just as nice as ever.
But you did not feel as if you had a doll at all,
and just then your mother bought you that
heavenly creature, Violet. Oh, how we'll you
remember her, her light hair curled tightly
about her head, her eyes were the color Of
pansies. You loved her dearly, you sang her
to sleep at night and held her in your lap
while you studied your lessons, and never
went to walk without her, you could not see
why she could not go to church, but mamma
said that would never do. And it was one
Sunday morning that you dressed her so
beautifully, and left her standing on the
window-sill looking out for you, and when;
you came home she lay on the sidewalk in;
pieces. How it happened you never, never
knew, unless it was the cat but all was over.
For good while you thought you had
rather not have any DOLL but just remember
Violet all your life. But girl cannot quite
live without doll, and so your mother
bought you one. This was dark, with flash
ing black eyes and ebon ringlets, and high
color She was very beautiful, and you were
very fond of her, you used to tell her about
Violet. She had a good constitution and sat
up nicely and lasted a long while. You gave
her to little cousin when you got Sylvia.
Sylvia was dark, too, and Grace was medium,
grey eyed and brown hair. They all shut
their eyes to go to sleep. They were all sweet.
One was stately, Adelaide Victoria, and then
you had q photograph doll. At first it was
very nice to stand her upon her feet and hear
her say:
"Little Tommy Tucker
Sings for his supper,
What shall he have?
White bread and butter"
But in about a week you did not care to
hear her do it. She always said the same
same thing over and over, and she was stiff
and her arms stuck out and her only frock
was ugly. You could not tell why but there
was no real, true doll about her. She was
just curiosity. She stands before the bride,
Angelica, on the shelf, where lie the worsted
doll, and the rubber doll, and since then you
have had Emeline and Ruby and China
doll-such a cunning thing. And at the
Chicago fair mamma bought you an Indian
doll with fierce painted face and blanket,
and an EsquimauX doll, shaped like mush-
stick, and dressed in red flannel. But that
was all for fun and you thought you never
could love another doll as you had loved Vio-
let until last Christmas. Then, as you opened
your eyes, you saw 6. little cradle and in the
cradle little baby. 1t was so perfect that
you could scarcely believe it was of wax. So
large, so fair, with dimples in its cheeks, and
yellow down on its round head When YOU
picked it up it opened its eyes, 1t could cry.
1t had long white dresses and bibs, and an
embroidered, cashmere cloak and e little lace
cap You knew at once that you had never
loved a doll as you could that and it was true.
You can play anything with it. You know it
is affectionate by its smile and you mean to
keep it as long as you live, and I suppose if
you should question twenty different little
girls you would find that they all loved their
real baby doll best, just as you do.
MARY KYLE DALLAS,
Yes, young goat asleep is an incontror
vertible case of kidnapping.
FEMININE SMALL TALK.
There is more danger of catching disease
through not washing the hair frequently than