The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1903-05-03

GREAT old sweet smelling gar
II den, and one little maid among
the flowers and bees and butter
flies. All alone she was, for mother
did not come out into the garden much
these days. Joan stopped. before tall
pink hollyock. and spoke.
81 don't therink this is such a nice
summer as most" she said. II used to
say fink once-oh. years and years ago,
when I was ker-wite a little. baby, but
say tkerink," now, cause I'm most
grown up. you see
Then she walked on again down the
little twisted gravel path, with her
hands clasped behind her, and her brows
grave with thought For so Man Daddy
used to walk when he was having a big
"therink'
But it's whole days-'most years
since Man Daddy went away" she said
stopping beside a gray green bush of Law
ender, land he said good-by SO hasty, he
his eyes were angry, and I hadn't been
naughty at all. Are you sorry, sweet
lavender? ?"
She buried her face in the fragrance
then trotted on down the little path
till she came to tail fox-glove. She
tilted back her yellow head and gazed
up at at the white and red bells with
wide eyed gravity. her hands still clasp
ed behind her back
'One day" she said. "a lady came to
see mother. II vast was a long
big time ago, afore you were horned
pretty ladies what bow. and she tried
to kiss me when she was going, but
didn't like her. you see, and | wouldn't
kiss her and l ran in to mother, and
mother was i'll on the-I forget-the bed
without covers in the drawing room
so, and her dress was as long as a new
little baby's. and that was the day Man
Daddy went away"
She bowed gravely to the polite fox
gloves. and trotted on.
Before a group of tall white lilies she
stopped again. She came closer. and
stretching up her arms, pulled one gent
ly down and laid her soft cheek against
the snowy petals.
For moment the baby lip quivered
Man Daddy loved you the bestest OF all
Queen of the Garden'-thats what he
called you. you know"
Then cry went up in the warm. sweet
air. Il want Man Daddy-oh, l want him
so bad."
The little hands were unclasped only
to % locked together tighter still. For
I'm most grown up, you see," whispered
Baby Joan to the tall white lily, land
grown-ups don't cry, you know
She left the lilies. and walked on in
deep thought. At the end Of the path
her wee red sunshade was tied with
string to a nail in the wall Such a LONG
while it had taken to fix that sunshade
'propelIy," but Joan eyed 1t proudly
now
Are you ker-wite happy" she said
peeping round at the clambering white
and pink convolvulus behind the little
! parasol. Poor muslin ladies, didn't the
wind blow you drefful?"
Then she watched little blue butter
fly as she fiuttered about from flower to
flower, and finally sailed over the wall.
IF l was buttlehy," she said to the
convolvulus, II would sooE find Maj
| Daddy" She sighed. so that her small
muslin pinafored bosom gave big heave
But then" with another thought. "pC
have to leave mother"
She sighed again. Mother saws
Don't worry, Joan, when 1 ask wher
Man Daddy's coming home. and then she
kisses me ever so. to make up
She trotted on again with hands behind
| her back.
A woman looking from a window
turned away in anguish from the small
feminine imitation Of Man Daddy.