The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1901-05-23
making Nanette Happy.
= BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.


THE first time he saw her he was ten
/ years old and she two. Her par.
ents had taken possession of the house
next door to his own home only the
previous week. 1t was warm May
afternoon and he was coming home
from school with his books strapped
over his shoulder when the shrill
scream of a child fell on his ear, Q
scream full of angry pain and rebel.
lious grief. He turned in the direc.
tion of the sound, and saw vision OF
childish loveliness-a tangle of golden
hair, two great eyes swimming in
tears like pansies plucked from theil
stems and tossed into bowl of water
a pursed up spot of crimson where the
mouth should be. and two doubled
fists, the size of pink rosebuds. beat.
ing the air, while the small feet
stamped in violent rage. With the
screams of the child had mingled the
wall of cat and the voice of a
woman in cap and apron, who ap.
peared to be the child's nurse.
"No, no, Nanette must not pull the
poor kitty's tail, it is very naughty"
said the woman, ''it hurts the pussy
and makes her sick" just then the
cat in question sprang on the garden
fence ready to make it's escape into
the street, and this augmented The
grief of the small maiden to the Mt.
most limit. She threw her pretty
body on the ground and beat the
earth with her tiny heels, shrieking
at the top of her voice: 81 wants tity.
tat-T wants tity-tat." The sight
the beautiful babes grief was too
much for Master Albert Orton's ten.
der heart. He sprang forward and
seized the unsuspecting cat in his
arms, leaped the garden fence like a
young deer, and kneeling by Nanette
he said soothingly: Here, baby, here
is the kitten for you. Don't cry, don't
cry any more. Albert will hold the
kitty while you play with It,"
Nanette's heels ceased their angry
vibration, and she looked up through
her tangle of curls and smiled ador.
ably, while ripple of laughter re.
placed the walls of agony. She sat
up and stroked and mauled the poor
cat with her rose-leaf hands. saying
in cooling voice: "Pitty tity-tat-
dood little boy-Nanette like dood
little boy-Nanette hate bad nurse"
This last with n contemptuous glance
at the disconnected woman who stood
near watching the proceedings with
doubtful eyes.
After that Albert and Nanette were
the greatest friends imaginable. lie
hastened home from school to play
with her, and there was no sacrifice
on his part too great to make for the
qualification of the small damsel's
least whim. She might pound n rock
with his slate, toss his marbles into
the we'll to hear them "chuck" against
the water, mix mud pies in his Sun.
day hat, break his hoop and lose his
bat, and there was never a word OF
complaint from his lips. To make
Nanette happy was his chief desire
She was most destructive child
and seemed never content until she
had ruined every toy she touched
whether her own or another's. As n
consequence she was most unpopular
with the children of her own age;
they rebelled at having their play.
things destroyed, and as years passed
by and Nanette grew more imperious
and destructive, she clung more and
more to Albert as a companion and
playmate, because he alone allowed
her to have and do whatever she de.
sired.
Nanette was eight and Albert 1t
when he was sent away to college
She wept so violently at the separa.
ton that Albert would have relin.
quished the project of acquiring an
education had he been his own master
Nine years elapsed before they met
again. Nanette's father died and her
mother took her abroad to be edu.
Gated in convent, and then there was
a year of travel about the continent
During this time Nanette was thrown
with a party Of American people, and
became engaged to Sylvester Gamer.
on, young man Of fine family and
fortune. Perhaps the evident desire
on Mrs. sylvester's part that her son
should devote himself to certain
Miss Doris in the party was one great
cause in Fastening Nanette's betro!h.
al. Miss Doris was very sweet girl,
sensible and earnest, and, although
dependent upon rich relatives, Mrs.
Sylvester's mother eyes read the WON.
an heart in her breast and knew that
she possessed all the requisites for q
good wife.
But Nanette's witching face and ap.
pealing eyes carried the day, and
Mrs. Sylvester gave her blessing with
q stiAed sigh.
Meanwhile Nanette's mother stipu
lated that the marriage should not
take place until year had pass,d d
They returned to their American
home to prepare for the occasion, aud
found A1herf Orton hack from, col