The daily journal. (Salem, Or.) 1899-1903, 1901-11-27

family of ours, think OF such an un-
dertaking." The mothers head bent
forward and her brows knit. Then
looking up with a sudden appealing
tone I'm her voice she said: "Well Cor
nelius, II you viii promise me never to
sign another mans paper again, l will
agree to think about IT," "Yes, Mother"
was the reply, that was mistake,
and | should have followed your ad-
vice. But | wanted to help our neigh
Dor, and never dreamed of his failure.
IL Is heavy loss to us, and I promise
you II shall never be repeated"
soon after this an interesting event
occurred i'm the family. TO the lone
some little girl came a baby sister,
dear little baby with blue eyes and "A
hint of golden Curls to be. It's advent
was a great joy to the little girl, and
! the child was claimed as her special
property. II was something new, to
amuse, to care for and To think about
They told her that DR. Teagarden
had been there and left the baby
while she slept. The inner wheels Of
the little head worked long and hard
before any satisfactory solution could
be arrived at about the baby sister
Dr. Teagarden. What a funny name"
! she said. In her childish reasoning
! she reversed the order of our fore
fathers I'm naming n man for his trade
She thought out his occupation by his
name "Teagarden, Teagarden. l guess
he's got "A lovely garden like ours, with
tall hollyhocks and roses and sweet
lavender, johnny jumpups, and n bed
of catnip to make tea for babies. And,
sweetest OF all, a baby bed. That's
where he gets the babies to give peo-
| pie. l can just see 'em now coming up
like johnny jumpups with their pretty
| faces all in a row. Some little brown
heads, some yellow like our baby, and
some bald heads. And l wonder II any
| little red heads come up. II was DR..
| Teagarden l just wouldn't have any
| little red heads ana sorl tops ia
| just hoe 'em all up and throw 'em
with the weeds fore they's big enough
to cry. Then they wouldn't be sent
back and called names when they want
TO go nutting with their brothers.
! Just hate red heads and sorrel tops.
| Don't you baby? l wonder why
didn't have pretty yellow curls like
brother win and baby sister"
A little figure stands at the window
with one finger drumming on the pane
as she gazes iistlessly at the winter
bedraggled garden. Something at
tracts her attention. out she dashes
and down the steps at bound, leav-
ing the door wide open. For a mo-
ment bending over last years flower
bed she Is In again like flash with
Mother, Mother the datiies and cro-
cuses are comm up now, right now.
saw 'em, and one crocus shows yellow
already" Yes, dear, the spring will
soon be here. But shut the door. You
are freezing baby" Bang went the
door and the cradle was vigorously
rocked, while a low voice croned sooth-
ngly TO the little occupant of big
lunches of daffys that should be hers
before long II she would not cry.
The decision to go West had been
made ana preparations We're being
vigorously pushed. In one room the
tailor's shears ana goose were trans
forming gray cloth into pants and
coats. In another seamstress was
busy on dresses, sleeyed aprons and
sun bonnets, warm wraps for rainy
and prints for sunny days. No satin
frills or lace rutiies for this trip. No
room or call for superhuities. Kind
neighbors and loving friends all
seemed ready To lend hand to help
push the work to a finish.
Near the shore of Lake Michigan, In
the outskirts of the town OF LaPOrte,
stands the old farm house. IL is a
sunny morning in April Near the
house are drawn up three heavy COW
cred wagons, closely packed with pro-
visions. clothing. and all things need
ful for the long journey. While the
older people are saying their last tear
ful farewell. the child Nell is busylng
herself with a last look at her treasures