Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1897-05-11

receive visitors that day; she must
come tomorrow Nothing daunted,
she made her way back to the cars and
found the conductor.
81 shall not go home until see the
president. Does thee know Of any
kind lady who will let me stay at her
house tonight" she asked.
"To be sure | do" said the good
man, admiring the child's persever-
ance, and together they started up
Pennsylvania avenue, stopping at a
millinery shop kept by a good-na-
tured, motherly woman The situa-
ton being explained, the child was
welcomed and petted, but never for a
moment did she lose sight of her i'm
portant mission, carrying herself with
a dignity proportionate to such an
ambassadorship, much to the amuse-
ment of the good dame and her
daughter 1t was not until our little
adventures found herself put to bed
in big, four-poster, in a room which
seemed to have an unusual number Of
dark corners, that she realized she
was in Strange place and on strange
GRAND, and not in the snug little room
adjoining mothers. She had never
slept away from home before.
At last the tired child fell asleep,
with the little speech she was to make
to the president strangely mixed up
with her nightly prayers. "NIr. Presi-
dent have come-to see thee-on
God bless papa and mamma-and
all-kind friends-Amen."
The next day found her at the
white house. Crowds of people were
already waiting to see the president.
She was shown into an ante-room and
waited long time. Lackeys came in
and out, commenting upon the visit
ors; finally they thought to amuse
themselves with the little girl, ask
ing all sorts of questions, what was
her business, did she want an office,
etc.
Although this hurt our little
friend, she would not let it be seen,
but after hearing their taunts in 81
lence for some time, she answered,
with flushed checks: "Ny business
is with the president, and not his serv-
ants" They said no more.
AT last the little girl was admitted.
A kind-looking man sat on a blue
sofa and held out his hand. She went
up, and he took her on his knee, just
like her father always did. 1t was so
unexpected she could not speak.
"What can | do for you, my child"
he inquired, but the little speech had
entirely vanished; she could not re-
the first word. At last, look
ing up into his face, she said ''My
father"
81 see," said the president, trying
to help her out. "You want me to do
for your father"
Then the little maiden found her
tongue. ooh, no, no, no." she cried,
eff thee will only let him do some
thing for thee"
"Ah," said he, with an amused
smile, nodding to some gentlemen
who stood near, sis your father as in
as yourself, my littlewom
an?"
"My father just wants leave to
work" she answered. 81 have come |
Ill the way from Philadelphia to ask
.hee," she continued, impulsively.
"You are a brave little woman"
he soldier said. 81 am sorry ! cannot !
10 anything for your father-or,
'ather, not to be able to let your IA
her do something for me-" he cor
'ected-"but I have put these things
'ut of my power"
Ont of his power!
The child looked at him in wonder
nent, vaguely trying to comprehend
he law of limitation as applied to a
older and president.
Gen. IayloC arose, and, taking
from a vase standing near,
it to her, STOPPING at the
anne time to kiss her forehead.
She understood that the interview
7as over. 1t had been concluded with
kiss, from which there was no furth-
r appeal, graciously given from her
ero. 1t made her a little top-heavy
or moment, forgetting that she had
ot gained her end.
And the flowers! A gentleman on
he cars, going home, offered her five
ollars for them, the conductor hav-
lg made quite heroine of her. But
he would not barter the presidents
lift; she realized that they were not
> substantial as post office position,
ut she would at least take them to
err father.
And the kiss; well, she has kept