The Jersey City news., 1899-12-09
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! TIE Golden Morning. &
= BY S. R. Crockett. J.
i A Beautiful Sketch Of Childhood by )
the Celebrated Author.
BY S. R. Crockett.
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together, Dul tuefe WAS one pttdouAr
which | had hitherto kept to myself
with a niggardliness quite unworthy of
sweetheart's broad minded generosity.
had never yet let her see the sunrise.
Now, | am a professional seer of sun
rises, not having missed above dozen or
so in as many years. There are few tales
that sweetheart likes 50 well as to hear
me tell of some Of these in various quar-
tiers of the world.
'Tell about the man in Africa what
wouldn't put the photograph box on his
camel No. that isn't the way 1t be-
gins, His name was A1uhammed Ali
Mustapha Ibharim Ell Raschid.' Yes, in
deedy; you said so last time, and you
mustn't make it up as you go along, but
tell it right
Or it might chance TO be "the story Of
the man who climbed the cocoanut tree
to get you some milk when you were
thirsty-or, no, about how Dog Royal
took you in swimmin and made you play
truant. That is the best of al"
Sweetheart" said l. with a sudden
fash of recklessness at the sight of her
bright face, IF it is fine morning to-
morrow, and you go to sleep early to-
night, and you are good girl all day,
and you promise you won't tell'-
YES, yes. father-I will mean
won't-tell me what it is we are goin to
do, and I'll be as good as, oh-that"'
And sweetheart opened her arms to
their fullest extent in order to express
the measure of her goodness.
"Perhaps-I don't say ! will But
if"-
Get on, fatherl You talk SO slow
when little girl is waitinr'
Perhaps tomorrow you might see
sunrise for yourselfr
"Oo-oo-oob. Can /? / wish it were
now! | shan't never sleep, not a wink,
with thinkin about itn'
But you must, or / shall not take
you. So be calm
"Shall | ever grow as calm as you, ia
ther? You don't really care for sweets
or bread and sugar or gooseberry tart
or candied cocoanut or anything just
dreadful nice"
Sweetheart and I were away for lit
tie cheap trip on our own accounts Our
shining steed, a tricycle. eaphatically
built for two tsweetheart being gentle
woman passenger, was being oiled up
and its chain mended in the blacksmith's
shop down in the village. 1t was very
nearly the prettiest village in Scotland,
where there are, out of Fife and Gallo
way, not many pretty villages. l love to
call it Whinnyliggate, and sweetheart
likes to think that MIR. Father once
went to school down there in that little
low schoolroom with the wall round it.
The adventure came off just as it was
planned, which things very seldom do in
this world Sweetheart had been good, z,
but not too good. 1t was fine morn
ing, fattering the turnip shaws as well
as the mountain tops the sort of morn
ing you want to take drink of and then
smack your lips and say, How refresh
ingl"
| walked sweetheart by rolling her up
in her blanket and carrying her to the
window.
"Oh, father she said, her eyes still
dusked with sleep, SIS it review day."
For whenever she is walked suddenly
and taken to the windows she always
thinks that it is to see the soldiers pass,
as she does once year when in mid
summer the volunteers march through
our yillage-our real for true home vii
lage-on their way to summer camp.
NO, sweetheart" | said. 1T is morn
ing, and you are going out to see the sun
rise. But don't make a noise. Nobody
win be up for hours yet, and we must go
out on tiptee."
Sweetheart was dressed to the accom-
paniment of little gurgles of sound ex-
pressive of intense delight. Sometimes
when | had safety pin in my mouth
she would give my arm quick, impulsiye
hug and say tDe-e7ear fatheri" This for
| no particular reason except that she con-
sidered her own a particularly nice thing
in fathers.
When all was finished, we began raid
on the pantry with enormous caution
| Qndians on the war traiD and captured
bread, butter and slices of ham sufficient
for half dozen. Presently we were
outside the door, and the dewy coolness
of dawn dropped upon US like the first
| dip in the sea.
Its like havin your face washed with
out water!" said sweetheart as we made
our way up the garden walk between the
gooseberry bushes and over the wall.
Here mounted sweetheart on my shoul-
| ders, for the grass was long and dewy-
Bees big and brown We're already BOOM
ing in the foxgloves, and pearls sparkled
on the gossanler suspension bridges that
spanned the path The swifts were
busily arranging their family affairs in
long, screaming swoops.
a little breeze came to us filtered
through miles OF dewy woodland 1t was
a good breeze and smelled Of many pleas
ant things
Sweetheart on my shoulders clutched
my hair ard gave it little Involuntary
tugs as she locked all around the horizon.
/ We were mounting the hcathery hillside,
! and fhnra wna no fr.,rp of fbp SIM tn: ha