El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1899-06-24
Little MeSsenceca.

| Little Messengers.
| Very tired of the dull, cold weather
OF the bare trees and the muddy paths
was little Rose. 1t seemed to her that
the bright, beautiful summer would
never come.
do not be impatient" said mamma.
Summer is already on the way, and
she has sent little messengers out to
say that she is coming"
Where are they?" asked Rose.
GO up the hill little way and then
turn into the field replied mamma,
"and 1 think you will find more than
enc herald all sweetly dressed in green.
Perhaps there will be others in brown
or black costumes. Wrap yourself up
warmly, for March loves to nip a little
girls nose and ears"
HE will soon be gone, and am glad
Of that" said Rose
"He is not as pleasant always as his
brother and sister months" answered
mamma. But he is very useful to
good Mother Earth, and 1 hardly see
how she could get through her house
cleaning without him.
AS soon as Rose was in the open air
she felt better. The first tree that she
passed held out an armful of baby
catkins for her to see, and she could
not help smiling at their little soft,
fuzzy bodies. Soon she was out of the
disagreeable road and on the brown
hillside. She glanced down as she set
her feet upon the spongy turf and
there, looking straight up in her face,
was little Glover in his new green
DRESS
why, you darling, 1 didn't know
you were here" said Rose. How glad
1 am to see you!''
Glad! glad! glad!" sang a joyous
voice close by.
Rose looked up. There was dear
Song Sparrow atilt on the very topmost
spray of wild cherry tree. He was
out his happy heart in
bewitching carol to the spring.
He is one of Summers messen-
gers" said Rose. 1.-The winter is
over; the winter is over that is what
be says. BE glad! be glad, little girlr"
Rose looked about her for other little
green folk. 1t was but a moment be-
fore she spied Baby Mullen in his new
velvet frock. He was very young, in
deed, a mere infant; but he seemed to
feel quite at home and nestled close to
the dear Earth as if quite sure that
she would take care OF him.
Not far away little Fi-fnger nestled
in family of Grasses. They were
:aking good care of him, for he seemed
lust a bit timid and trembling. While
Rose was bending over Fi-finger some
ne on1l n1 1,
Phoebe! Phoebe!'
MY name isn't Phoebe" said Rose,
aughing aloud. But 1 suppose Won
ire Mr.. Phoebe, and you are calling |
Mrs. Phoebe. 1 am glad you spoke, for |
should not have seen you, and 1 want |
o tell mamma about you"
But there were other folks abroad
hat day on important business A |
person in black sud |
lenly darted from nearby hedge.
"Oh, how do you do, Mr.. Crow?'
allied out Rose, delightedly. Il know
What you are going to do with that !,
wig in your mouth. You are going to
make a treecradle for the little black
ably Crows
Before Rose had finished speaking
aucy little fellow interrupted her.
"Chickadee, Chickadeev' he said. in |
loud, clear voice.
"Oh, you are here, are your" said
lose, whirling around in the direction
f the voice. But you have been here
II winter. l know you very well, you
ear thing, but 1 am very glad to see
ou''
What a frolicsome place the outdoor
-orld is, indeed. Rose turned from
,oking after Chickadee, and there on
lie fence rail were two little brothers
INNING race. They were at the end
the rail in an instant, and then
hat leap they made to the bough of
tree. How slim and trim and dainty
ley were in their red fur coats,
81 wonder If they live in that tree"
lid Rose. They must be glad that |
inter is over. But they look nice and
lump. I suppose they are good, in
Istrious little brothers, and always
y I'D ali the nuts they need on their
antry shelves. 1 hope you weren't |
raid Of me, you dear Squirrels"
Our little girls Disconnected mood !