Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1898-10-27

eHouSu 10 pay OH the mortgage IN no
time. But he doesn't like to paint
Once he painted a picture of me and
man gave him a hundred dollars for
it. Aunt Mary wanted to keep the
picture but papa sold it. He said it re-
minded him. What does reminded
mean?''
Does that horse look like your
colt?' asked the old lady irreleyantIy
as she wiped her eyes.
The child peered through the win
dow intently Il don't see any horse
My colt is named Dick. after papa.
He is bay, and has white star in
his forehead. Did you have a uni
form when you were a soldier? CThis
to the colonel) My pdpa's uniform is
it, and he's got bag just like l carry
to school, only it's longer and rounder,
and he's got a great, big gun, almost
as long as-as-this car almost. It's
so neavy I can't lift, anyhow. Was
you ever in camp?'
"a great many times" answered
the old soldier. Il lived in camps for
nearly twenty years.
MY, but that's long timer con-
tinued the child. I'm only seven
going on eight. My papa was only in
camp two weeks. I was out to see
him once. He looked just splendid
only it took an awful long time to
see him. He was in the middle of a
whole lot of soldiers standing in a
line, but he looked better than any of
EN-, because he wears his hair so long.
Don't you like long hair? Aunt Mary
made some hair for my dolly, but it
wouldn't stay on. 1t was really true
hair. She cut it from my cousin
Kitty. Kitty's dead before l was
found. But it kept coming off no mat
ter how tight we sewed it on, and it
didn't match. My dolly's rag, you
know. It's a beautiful dolly. Grand
a little girl. It's named Polly, after
her and me. Papa said he's get me
a real wax doll when he comes back.
l wish he was back now-not for the
doll, though" she added with a little
blush, "but because | love him. He
tells me such beautiful stories.'
That's NICE" put in the old lady,
''do you remember any of them?"
"All of them, every one. He told
me one just before he went away. 1t
was about little girl who was borned
in the country just like me, and she
grew up a beautiful woman. She
could sing and play on the piano and
melodeon. Once upon time a young
beautiful man came to her house and
asked her TO go to the city with him.
He told her he would give her silk
dresses and a gold ring, bangle
bracelet, a big album, and lots of
things if she'd only go to the city with
him. He said she could do anything
she wanted to. She needn't milk or
churn or feed the chickens, or make
bread or set the table or wash the
dishes or sweep or dust. She could
do just presactly what she wanted to.
And she thought, and thought, and
thought"
Did she go with him?"
mo, indeed. She thought and
thought and then she stayed at home
and married the farmers son and
lived happy ever afterward. Isn't
that a nice story? l know lots more.
T.
Il wouldn't tell any more stories
just now,' interrupted the old lady,
not unkindly, Pm afraid it will
make you tired, dear. Don't you want
to lie down in my lag and let me
sing pretty song to your
Il like singing returned the child,
"but I amt a bit sleepy"
So she made room for the old lady
by her side, and after much fussing
laid her curly head in her lap and
closed her eyes, while the old lady
softly sang about "Old Mother Hub
bard" and Little Boy Blue" in
sweet, low voice, that quivered a lit
tie on the high notes, but was very
musical for all that. And before the
next stop she was fast asleep.
Poor little totr' repeated the OLD
lady, and she pressed the child closer
to her.
So the long afternoon wore on, until
at last the train reached the broad
marshes of Jersey City. The other
passengers were putting on their coats
and hats and taking their parcels
down from the rack and just as the
old lady was about to rouse the child
the man from the front car came in.
''I'm very much obliged to YOU he
said warmly. Il hope she didn't
bother you. We change cars here for
home. We've been down to Atlanta
to meet her father, but we got there
too late. He's in the baggage car
now. She doesn't know it yet. l
didn't have the heart to tell her
Come on, Polly" and he took the child
gently by the hand. ''Come, on Polly,
dearie. We are going home now to
Aunt Mary and grandpapa. Come
on"
IL want my papa cried the
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