The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1902-04-26

science prick ever harder than ever
She stood still a moment and ther
she said with sob:
Mamma, don't you love me any
more? I'm sorry bout the ink"
Mrs. Sanders went on sewing az
she said firmly:
"Of course | love you, Jessie, but
could anyone help being disappoint
ed in little girl who came down to
breakfast and was angry to find it
cold who slapped her baby brother be-
| cause he knocked down her house OF
blocks, and then cried because she
was told to put them all neatly away;
and who finally spilled bottle of ink
on the carpet, when she had often been
told never to use the ink, but to use
a pencil until she was old enough to
be careful? 1t is only little past 10.
You have been dressed one hour. Yes,
am disappointed"
Jessie crept away to the darkened
hallway and sat down on the stairs.
Il told her was sorry" she said to
the umbrellas, whose queer heads
peeped inquisitively at her from the
brass holder near ny, "and still she's
disappointed. Guess I'll go upstairs
and hide. Never come back again.
Then when she finds me all starved to
death she'll be sorry
Jessie stole softly away with last
good-by peep at mamma quietly sew
ing on the aprons and baby softly
sleeping in his go-cart. When she
reached the attic she heard the hall
clock strike. Half past ten," she
murmured, as she shut the door, Then
she sat on a bundle of rugs and cried.
Shed wait till dark and then go be-
hind the big trunk and stay. Wouldn't
they be sorry to find her there all
starved? How long would it take,
days and days? She and Alice
would have another doll reception.
Their last one was SO nice. They had
chicken sandwiches, little ones, cut
three-cornered, and pink lemonade,
as those little tarts Bridget made just
yesterday, with lattices across them
and plenty of sugar. No more parties,
picnics, tarts. Nothing but starving.
But they'd all be sorry then! The
Niagara Picnic would never be now.
They were going to have the hydrant
for the falls, and such lovely things
to eat, bread and jam. Oh! how good
bread and jam seemed just then. at
won't take long," Jessie sobbed, I'm
most starved now"
At last Jessie raised her head and
looked about her. The attic seemed
so dark. The sunbeams had all gone
from the little window.
ITS getting dark" she thought fear
fully. 1--we been starving hours.
Guess they've had lunch and are eat
ing dinner now. Wonder if they have
pie or pudding. / do so love pudding
Guess I'll be starved really to death
by morning. It's getting darker. I
I guess I'll creep down and see what
they are doing. Maybe they're talk
ing about me- Theu | can see what
they have for dinner and if l would
want any. Then l can come back and
they will never know till they find me
starved"
Jessie opened the door and stole
softly out and down the stairs. The
wind was whistling and she heard the
rain on the tin roof of the porch. How
dark it was. Could she ever go back
to the attic! She stopped at the sit
ting room door. She hoped the gas
was lighted in there. OF course they
were all at dinner. So she opened the
door to see. There was Bridget scrub
bling that ink spot. There was the
baby still asleep. And mamma. At
the click of the door knob mamma had
turned and was holding out her arms.
"Come on dear, if you are really
sorry. We will have to be happy in
doors, for it's all rainy outside. Come
kiss me and get ready for luncheon"
Jessie ran and threw herself into the
welcome arms, sobbing.
"Oh! l will be good. I thought
was starved. l."
But Bridget interrupted by saying:
Its all out, MAN." And the clock
in the hall struck 11.-Chicago Rec
ord-Herald.