The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1903-07-31

She looked with a certain plying scorn
on the fleeing attachments OIL wv
years, a year, six months ago.
II was very young then she
thought, looking up through the apple
blossoms under which she lay.
She was 10 years old now. Ten Just
the day before yesterday. Ana .ne
day before yesterday was the first time
she had seen HER. 1t had cost ner
Aagreat deal to go to school that DAY.
1t was her birthday and the sun shone.
But she had gone. Things are very
hard at times, but now how glad, no"
glad she was!
Now. lying under the apple blossoms
she made great resolve. Il Will WASH
the dishes every day, every day, with
out being asked" she thought.
If her legs were only thin. SHE had
such lovely thin legs. And blue eyes,
truly blue. instead of all colors mixed
up. And HER hair was long n
braided and had a little point at the
end instead of twisting up n trump
ling up, especially in church, until you
simply must take your hat eff or die.
Perhaps SHE would have spoken
that very morning If her hair had been
different. No one understood, no one
cared. She had not seen HER for two
days. and just that morning she was
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not changed at all, or grown very pale,
when her mother began to twist the
\ end Of her braid round and III
and there it was all turned up again.
No one understood-no one in the
whole world-except God. He must.
How near the blue sky seemed beyond
the apple blossoms.
Suddenly she saw her brother come
out on the piazza, loo around and
then steal softly back of the house.
H is after my things" she thought,
and she sprang up n after him, but
stopped in the midst of her run, hest
tated, turned back, and then ran eager
ly after him again.
Il will show him where I a hid
the treasure, and I will let him AVE
my bower in the tree" she thought.
She ran on, tripped and tore her
dress. Her brothe saw her coming
and fed hot haste over the fence. Then
she leaned her head against a tree, and
looked down at her torn dress, and a
great wave of sadness came over her.
Mamma will scold, too, 1 suppose.
No one knows how changed 1 am. I
am going to die pretty soon, I think"
The next day she went early to
school and laid an armful of apple
blossoms on HER desk. Then she
hoe gate, watching.
But when SHE came near, walking
quite slowly-not running at all, or
even skipping-with her geography
under her arm, with her truly blue
eyes, with her hair which did net rum
pie or twist. with her tain legs, the lit
tie girls courage failed her. She
turned back and walked slowly up the
school walk. Her heart beat fast as
she walked into the school and hid
herself behind the cloak room door and
watched through the chink ato see II
Fl would see the apple blossoms.
b desk was covered with them, sc
and white, and taking up the others
threw then out of the window.
They were just common things. J
ought to have brought lilies or roses
moaned the little girl in the cloak
room. She did not venture in until the
others came.
Then she rushed on to her own desk
from where she could see the hin legs
coming Town below the seat, anc
above, the lovely braid, all but the lit.
tie point and her heart sank. She
realized now how the deformed man IL
her street felt.
why does God make some people
80 nice and some Sc horrld," she
thought in despair. At recess, how.
ever, she had to pass Her desk often
At last the bell struck and as she wen
t, her seat she said to HER:
"Hello!"
"Hello!" said the other little girl.
The next day they became intimate
I friends. The new scholars name wa:
Resale. The little girl was not sur,
prised. She had known from the be.
ginning that it must be that or Violet
Her own name was only Jessie.
There was another girl Of the sam,
age whose name was Lillian. Thes,
three used to walk home together arm
In arm, talking very fast and quite OBJ
hv1ous of the existence of any othe
human being.
Resale and Lillian lived in adjacen
streets, Jessie further on, SO they sep
arated one by one.
One day Jessie asked Resale to wall
on to the next corner. SHE did II
Then Jessie walked back again. Tha
could not happen often, however. TO
Rosalie's mother had told her to com
straight back from the school.
Some people were SO different fror
other people. Resale was never ba6
never. Lillian was lovely, too, thong
h sometimes did things, and som
people were SO bad. They did nc
mean to be, it just came.
She looked aroun with grave eve.
Near her was a half-built house with
quantity Of waste wood lying around i
Suddenly Jessie sprang toward it an
began to gather a big bundle, as muc
as she could carry. "Ill take it to tn
poor woman across the bridge" sh
thought.
There was no one in sight at the DOC
house. Jessie laid her bur
die down at the door very softly, an
then ran away as fast as she couIt
her shoes gathering on the board sid
walk as she ran.
The days slipped past. The thre
girls had been intimate friends for
weeks. Resale and Lillian studio
their geography together, Jessie live
too far away. They knew each other
utmost souls and were closely unite
by a common passion for the teache
They invented a cipher. the explans
ton of which each kept hidden away
the most secret part of her desk,
worked beautifully, for each one We
permitted to ADD a new sign whenev,
II seemed necessary. Then they wou'
read The accumulated notes on II
way from schoel n laugh, and
made the other girls simply wild.
They likewise gathered long thorn
and sWore to prick their fingers ar
write all very important noes in the