New-York tribune., 1903-04-30
''JoQn.'' s.
Il Complete Story by Margaret Westrup

tie G 0d s qmsns a and and Gng M
flies All alone she was. for mother did not come
stopped before tai 'I pink i hollyhock % and spoke
most con therl1k this Is such nice nice summer as
years and years ago hen was ker-wite & little little
grown up you see
Then she walked on again down the little twisted
and her Ie5 ercWs vs. sraye with with though For SO Man b
s8K ''thernki 1ss' 10 walk when ne was n'ViHS ''S
Da5a4 6gt its Whole daSsmqs nnn Sssi5 Man
gray green bush of lavender. and he said goodby
ana MS eyes were angry. and hadnt pee" Deen
naughty & at all Are you orry sweet layendea layer
on down M the I little path TN she to tai 9sd f9S
up at the white and red bells with wide eyed grav-
ity her hands still clasped behind her 0acki - coo
mother It was-If was 4 long, big time ago. afore
you were horned. pretty ladies what bow. and
she tried TO kiss me when she was going; ,g; oqa IT. |
didn't like her you see and wouldn't X Kiss SIS hgr, I
i forget-the bed without covers In the drawing
room, you know. and the lady was smiling eyer eyer
baby's: and that the cay Man Daddy went
She bowed gravely to the polite foxgloves, and
again. She came closer, and. stretching up her
arms pulled one @ gently down and laid neF Sol'
For moment the baby lip quy6ered Of Man Ian
Garden'-that's what he called you know" .r
Then N cry Tsnt up in the TaTm g 10 sEe9t Ssd air
The little hands were unclapsed only to be locked
You see whspeTed @ Baby Joan to the white
lily, land grown-ups don't cry, you know
At the end Of the path her wee red sunshade was
tied with it ST sn to a nail m hat IN the sngbae wd '"Gr
but Joan eyed it proudly now ia ,ooo,r,
round at the clamberng white and pink convolygMlus M
behind the little parasol Poor muslin ladies' didnt
Then She watched a little blue butterfly, as she
futtered about from flower to flower. and finally
sail ed he
If 6uttiefy she SAID to the he. e9Pgo e1sbed
so that her small muslin pinafored bosom gave a
big heave. But then" with another thought /
She sighed again Mother says, Don't worry
and then she kisses me ever So to make up
She trotted on again with hands behind her back K
anguish from the small feminine imitation OF Man
Suddenly the chubby legs twinked in wild haste ste
= can go most as fast as buttehy. said Joan.
and III find ind Man D5ddy % ys at of 5e W6ed RSs there
gsh heaps s snd haR5 5 of ses d9gS
Mother never thought Of that beTe It was the
Along the hot dusty road meeting no ONE fm
peaceful dinner hour she tToted baP Per rvapg the
glowing cornfelds either side. oo+
In her desire to emulate the butterfly she got
over the ground at a surprising pace. She put al
heart and soul into her e9deav9r' as she I"s9
was a deep and an earnest thing. She hardly knew
that her short legs were achlng: OF lII liJI 80.
were sticking to her damp little brow BY tne ule @
the village dinner hour over the village vas vas
left far behind by Joan's determlneG legs, one
began to meet people; ahe aine moist smile and
her answer, Man daddy-juS there win sIlily NY
forefnger pointing apparently to the S ena ti oi tI9
loan stopped to talk TO a great suniower noddtng
its golden head her over the railing OF a lttte
feny faTGeT face m thst she knew how legs aehed
You see' she said, sitting down 2ust 10 LOT 4l -
wistfully 'I'm not really butterfly. and-my legs
| The surlfiower nodded encouragingly -
and miles pretty gold lady-oh. miles and miles
mies'-her voice trafled off into drowsy mur- tn,
and sitting upright. She gazed up at the sunfower
reproachfully II mustn't go to sleep. she Salo. @
''Tve got find Man Daddy in the big place where
| pointing the road. Goodby, gold .ady.
must be quick. cause Man Daddy will be lonesome
| without me and mother, you see, and mother VIII
| be lonesome. too
| She started at a then looked back over her
| laugh. MY legs won't work propeiy. she said
| and struggled on. The sun had gone behind great
! mind was centred getting She took no more
rest till she came suddenly upon a group or
poppies growing in the grass at the wayside; by
| Them her legs stumbled and gave way, ana She
sank down on TO the grass. She whispered to them
| in little voice that was hreathless ana full or
! tears II want mother and Man Daddy!' she said,
and then she lay still and set all her teeth to-
| gether to keep the sobs back But presently she
| sat up. "Dey's coming, she gasped. her grammar
growing weak in her extremity a SuuueH s'edIl
Grown up angels cry TO give the flowers water "
and kneeling she bent over the peoples and sobped
her heart out. while the tears splashed on 10 the
| flowers. But other drops came and minced VIII with
head-drops that beat the popp!es shudderng 10 the
| earth THE angels crying. too nurmured
Joan, seepily. and rolled over and lay saH'