The true Democrat. [volume] (Bayou Sara [La.]) 1892-1928, 1898-09-10
mr. MANY DAYS,

oo ma ~"
he acas .~~~~~~~~e
tec ctais Y hash fruit and vegetables to-
were u J. E,ng said the pleasant voice
n nu,s ~ !. Roy Borers, as he stepped upon
Which |, hin front Of the open door OF
iirectio. h regular customers
ork h. ! n Dirk was in no mood TO
ilabl II !; J sLssd him. Just as he spoke,
m came in from the opposite
"a HMM prng a pitcher much too large
.io b s.llIT for her little hands.
, ,lS Sas. y y E1Iy her feet tripped against a
his ', ~. Y Filling forward, the pitcher
ed a. v riSa. s,cipitated from her hands,
/, ~ = ~ !. Il and spilling its contents
mine n direction. ,
'u,rS y y wicked, careless girl" cried
. ioaI' = y n, dragging her roughly to
, moa NJ 'fust see what you have
i ,'J d,,,' hoien a new pitcher, and
ain a. by clean floor! You did it on
and M M TOO; know you did"
did, | didn't" said the terrified
- asD... thinking from the harsh face
or MI. lifted hand of her tyrant.
Nh. little wretch! how dare you
Lesion, !, tct me! Take that, and that!
ed T. - and pick up those pieces.
Means i, lind, not a mouthful of supper
,ccu,,E., have tOnight!'
mowers Mr. Bowers again assayed to
= earth nself heard, and as Mrs. Dirk
roueh N ha head toward the door, hel
d, lJ nd angry face assumed quite
the Tina Apression.
i ba Il Atyou, Mr.. Bowers? Yes,
Eise Eepeas and potatoes, and vii
,sops Ii aRs cart directly. That cir
imepts i biie of my life, and makes q
4 madsIl agy&k than she saves!"
-av YuE ysdr own child, I reckon?'
blowers, looking compassion
: The 8Obbing child.
is. indeed; her father aut
dead. Her mother used t.
green's for me, and when she died
begirl home, thinking she'c
rice al d handy washing dishes an(
70 ! n, X Of arrants. But land's-sak
wish I'd have let her gon
. ,,,.,las poorhouse, where she belongs.
: "0as 4 Aitle hands can't do a grea
A responded Mr.. Bowers, hi
!, hoVing pity for the friendles
currsnfl can do good deal of mis-
Now Liddy, stop that nois
bride Z hr ] won't lave it! Run an
he nuai SSket for Mr.. Bowers to p1
arch. lin,"
,nesrtha IstoOd silently by the cart, O
ncb, M VsS measured out the pea
blow Biz atoes, but there was a wistfu
lT eyes, as she lifted them t
,olsb III and kindly face of the ma
l q aIapi, ni like apples, little gal?"
. pl' yes, sir!'
s, y eyes sparkled, as 81
nss Is ~ glimpse of the two ros,
" ~. =, apples that he took from
70 ldef the seat. Then h'
aince fell.
t know '9n't let me keep them"
lsed y 7 y let me put them in 20,
sSes ~ D'le won't see Them"
al. add are your"
=, o.a SIR"
mt TlI DON'T say SOL" exclaimed NJ
,ompnen looking at the diminuti,
70. s'a!e him, "Why, my lit
:, 1.,..s Ngger than you, an she
NE M..a, sa' But then she's nothin'
I, Asa lbgOw."
,oans ID |, Ies , that must be! l wish
zen a...s = little girl"
u' Di''' y you was, my poor chill
va no uncles or aunts tn
ada, w n'you lome?" vi
Eantsa W Mamma had brother
its We s.I IA and when she got too ill
antsdaf nsEer." " ''O
a'lt time that Mr.. Bowe,
qHd at Mrs. Dirk's door
ntsr. , 4 ". SI1s'Alag lying near the curb
used !. 7 s,s .y the roadside.
ects, y aNle iiddy! that white fac
- ~ pull OIL water beside
Gus sim M story! '
nerch = her up in his arms,
cap N II se' into the house.
my I, III, NJ a1l y aliyer scream
: ar'i0 \, = what is the matter W
,5s % 3, " VI enough, 7 should say"
The . pr y. reply. The Door lit
SER sss;., ", united; an faint no wonde
in s H y, At the pale ,de'i fa ne.A' gil"
ributis v. Bo "Un"st - g m,ss, ,
ntryy Mi S,.S country air will -' bring
sw i0'' sthin' will" VIZ 'i'"o
INK gladly assented, and /
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