The Newark journal., 1903-12-04


ternal chidings and punishments.
Here she would live unmolested
under her own berry vine and viii
low bush. When pussys bios
somed again she would make a
crown of them. She just loved
pussys-they were SO soft, like
baby, baby kittens! When black
berries ripened she could pick
them without permission. How
she wished those green globuIes
we're black and juicy now, And
what a beautiful great spotted
rock was that beside which grew
berry vine and willow bush. Her
own mountainl She should call il
Mt. Arfowat, and tend that the
Ark rested on it.
This thought reminded her of
Sunday afternoon. She guessed
her mother would feel pretty
lonesome at having nobody but
Susie and baby brother to tell
stories toanymore. Baby brother
was too little 10 listen, and Susie
always Wiggled dreadfully be.
cause she would rather be run.
ming about. She fancied her moth.
en- looking here and there, calling
"Ce-e-elinda AngeH-ine,~ her
father would get frightened, too,
and everybody would be hunting
for her, even the hired men. But
they never would see her again
until she was young lady, who
could do up her hair, wear long
dresses, and drink tea and eat
bread and molasses= every night
before going to bed. Then she
would walk out some afternoon to
call at the house where she used
to live, and her mother would
throw up both hands and say:
For phys sake. if here isn't &c
linda Angeline.' And she would
be shown into the parlor and sit
on the sofa with a fan TO wave.
Beat of hoofs broke in upon Ce-
linda Angeline's fancies, thun-
dered over her head and dust sift-
ed through the cracks of the
planking. She rushed out to look.
1t was DR.. Bartlett, He ought
not to have driven so fast that the
dust ratified on her. With feel
ing Of humiliation she returned to
her seat on the folded shawl. OF
course DIR. Bartlett didn't know
she was there. Perhaps, too, he
might be going to see somebody
who was real, real sick. She liked
DR.. Bartlett. He treated her as
If she was grown up, instead of
taking her on his knee and asking
for kiss as Deacon Peters always
did. And what a laugh he had.
Only few days before when she
was digging in the roadside sand
by the house he had leaned from
his carriage to ask what she was
doing, and when she answered en-
Enthusiastically that she was doc
tor making a graveyard to bury
patients III, he laughed until an
echo laughed back from the near
woods across the fiat. II ever she
was sick she would want DR.. Bart
lett to come and feel her pulse.
She felt sure that he would give
her nothing worse than ginger
bread pills. He asked her once if
she liked gingerbread pills.
She wondered if her mother had
cut out a gingerbread man apiece
for Susie and her this morning as
usual; she wondered if Susie
would eat both gingerbread men
without regretting the absent sis
ter. Perhaps she would be glad
that she had two gingerbread men
to eat. She always wanted the
biggest piece of pie, because she
was most "half-past seven" May
be, though, her mother wouldn't
let Susie have but one gingerbread
man; maybe she would lay the
in the topdraw er Of the
spare room bureau, with some
lemon yerbena sprigs and the best
bed sheets and grandma's lace
cap. Celinda Angeline felt herself
growing pitiful for her mothers